Years of ignorance of wine and dipped lips

Chapter 66

I shrank my neck, a little aggrieved, what can I do?Isn't it just to do a task, so it's worthwhile to speculate about me so maliciously?

It's a pity that Jing Nian is not a machine. I can't explain the game to him through the system connection, so I can only apologize honestly.

"Sorry, I didn't think that much."

What Jing Nian really needs is a pair of monks who can help him break through the realm, or a close friend who can know his happiness, anger, and warmth.

And I can only roughly imitate simple human emotions.

For this pale apology, Jing Nian just gave a cold "hmm".

I stared at my toes, and explained in a soft and hasty voice: "I don't need equal fairness with you, nor do I need to be given additional meaning. I was born to be used by others, but whether you use me or not is completely yours." Freedom. I'm sorry, I shouldn't interfere with your freedom, since you don't like it, then I'll go first."

As he spoke, he opened the curtain and got out of the car.

"Wait." Jing Nian grabbed my arm, hesitant to say anything, and asked with a tangled face, "A long time ago, you said that you are very useful, which means...others use it too. Have you ever been?"

"Of course, that's a lot, but—what kind of use do you mean?"

Describing my functions in detail could fill several manuals.

"It's the kind you wanted to do just now." The strength on the arm increased a little.

"That's not it."

"What about other similar ones?"

"nor."

It's not all the fault of Jing Nian who developed so many strange things.But human's hobbies are extremely diverse. I don't know much about them. Seeing that Jing Nian's face is always sunny and sometimes cloudy, there is no definite number, and with the hope of not being kicked out of the carriage, I tentatively added: "However, I can study again?"

The secret game pictures on the market, combined with the data in the search database, should be enough.

"Again? You really learned those dirty things from others!" Jing Nian's face finally settled down, but it was terribly gloomy, like the prelude to a storm, and he gritted his molars and said bitterly, "You don't even know what I taught you?" Haven't learned yet."

"You're talking nonsense, I can learn everything well." I retorted, only to find him baffled.

"Heh." He should be perfunctory, and he no longer deliberately avoided his eyes, but stared at my baggy shoulders thoughtfully.After a while, he sneered and said, "Is that so? Then I will test my brother later, if I don't study well——"

"Punish me?" I had an ominous premonition in my heart. "I'd better go out..."

"There is no punishment, I will teach you a few more times if I don't learn too much." He pushed me back to the seat, "Don't be afraid, brother, I will teach you something new now."

"..."

It was futile to resist anyway, so I had to lie down again, wringing my fingers nervously.

The same ten fingers and two palms, even if Jing Nian's hands were doing intimacy, there was a sacred sense of alienation.It bypassed many obstacles, went to the uncultivated wasteland, cut a gap from the center of the machine body, and touched the weak defense line in the depths.

Just like the hardware is infected by a virus, it can no longer read and write normally, and can only execute malicious code in his name, until he can no longer forget his touch and smell.

Of course, saying that it has not been reclaimed is just self-deception, but this time the intrusion, the warm fingertips replaced the cold consciousness, it can be described as a world of difference, it is a completely strange new experience.

I thought to myself, isn't this still the indecent thing he said?Don't let me learn from others, so he taught me by himself?

This newly activated program can't terminate itself, I can only pray that the torture will end soon.

He was not in a hurry at all, and his movements were not chaotic, but step by step with a clear purpose, two fingers, six knuckles, unhurried, and screwed in one by one, the touch was so clear that the hairs stood on end, like a perfect match The parts, the screws tighten the nuts, that's all.But I believe that the soft prelude is just a means to paralyze the spirit. I dare not let go of my heart, and I can only inhale shallowly, and then exhale with a big mouth.

Sure enough, after finally finding the frequency, Jing Nian maliciously disturbed it.He seems to be quite dissatisfied with the fact that "others have used me", and finally he can vent it, no matter what fit, he just wants to violently destroy everything, so deep that it can't go deeper, and become my only part.

As for Jing Nian's face, he was still expressionless, he didn't know what he was thinking, his lower lip was bloodshot from being bitten by canine teeth, as if masochistic.

It was immediately licked off by the tip of the tongue to remove this glaring blemish.

I mean, I'm his flaw.

Jing Nian's hands became stronger.

Half angry with me, half angry with myself.

I tried my best to resist the urge to get closer, and begged in a broken voice: "But...it's okay, I don't want to learn...stop."

"Soon." He bent the second joint of his middle finger, just touching a switch-like place.

Although it is not a button, if it is pressed, it will stimulate a current that is no less than a short circuit.

He clearly felt my trembling, but deliberately skipped it, stopped at this juncture, and ordered: "You can learn."

Seeing my confused face, I repeated it again. "Brother, learn what I just did."

"what?"

I propped myself up and tried to step back, but I didn't feel any tendency to pull away, which was extremely embarrassing. "Don't play tricks on me."

He was indifferent. "If not, just point."

"It doesn't work either..."

Jing Nian didn't blink, just looked at me quietly.

Riding a tiger is hard to get off, so I have to do it.

The fingertips brushed the skin that is usually hidden in the clothes, and it felt very strange, as if it was the first time to know myself.My finger is closely sticky to Jing Nian's finger, and there is a large amount of transparent liquid in the middle, which is the same electrolyte as "blood", but it is not as viscous as the former.

I couldn't be more clear about its ingredients, and I also knew that it was just a conditioned reflex of external stimuli.

But now I smell something that I didn't have before.

I simply buried my face in the curtain, not daring to look at Jing Nian's face again.

Even so, Jing Nian's voice was heard in my ears. "Actually, I lied before. In the dream I had, the taste of senior brother was not bitter."

"..."

"Brother, don't you want to know what it actually smells like?"

"..."

"Brother?" He didn't get a response, and his fingers began to entangle with each other again.

"No...don't want to know." I felt like a nuclear bomb going off at any time, and I broke down, "Stop talking...please..."

He turned a deaf ear, deliberately leaning against my knuckles, pressing heavily on the hidden "switch" over and over again. "I said, if the senior brother can't learn it, he should do it a few more times."

In the silent exclamation, Jing Nian unilaterally threatened me and violated myself.

But as far as the result is concerned, it is a two-way liberation.

With the superficial connection of a few knuckles, the deepest communication has been completed, which is more honest than the temporary authority that can only be completed by relying on the signal receiver.

Both his tense rationality and noisy dryness collapsed, poured into my body, mingled together, confused and smudged, and then gasped out of my body through my disordered breathing, turning into blurred blood stains on the corners of my lips.

not mine.

Turns out I still can't help savoring his flaws.

Self-tasting, self-aggression.

His vision was blurred, he seemed to let out a long breath in relaxation, and finally smiled, like a ghost in a book that eats human blood and flesh.

The fingers that are still wet are lightly tapping on my heart, which is consistent with the rotation rhythm of the mechanical gears.

I stared blankly at him, the body began to convulse from the deepest part, and the dry wasteland ushered in a rain that fell for too long, muddy and uncomfortable.But the nerves are freed from the high excitement, and the aftertaste makes people feel satisfied and dependent.

The illusory happiness, like being really loved, is completely different from the simulation in the mind.

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