After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

Humans Are So Perverted, Huhuhu (1)

The young man before him suddenly tensed up without any warning.

He lowered his head and said in a suppressed and tense voice, “I’m leaving first.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Shi An broke free from Mu Heng’s grasp, lowered his head, and hurriedly walked outside.

Mu Heng frowned slightly and reached out quickly to clutch the young man’s wrist. “What’s wrong?”

“N-Nothing.” Shi An’s voice was rigid, with a faintly muffled tone at the end.

From Mu Heng’s perspective, he could only see the other party’s extremely bowed face. His white skin flushed with delicate and moist pink, fair, thin ear tips hidden in the hair, which was burning red at the moment.

He struggled to move his wrist and his slender wrist bones were shaking slightly.

“… I’m tired.”

Mu Heng’s gaze fell on his body. His blue eyes seemed like the unreachable sky dome.

He did not let Shi An break free but slightly tightened his fingers.

“A flare-up?”

As if a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Shi An jumped straight up, his voice subconsciously raised.

“No!”

He glared viciously at the human in front of him.

The young man’s face had been burned to a lovely red, his breathing was slightly rapid and his dark eyes were covered with a hazy mist, significantly reducing the lethality of his glare.

Although not many people were on this floor, some members of the Bureau had already sneaked in from afar to throw an inquisitive glance this way.

Due to Mu Heng’s authority, no one dared to look openly, but their curiosity could not be suppressed.

Especially since this matter was about Mu Heng.

It was said that Chief Mu detested casual contact with others.

But… this scene before their eyes today did not look like that?

Mu Heng’s expression had not changed. His eyes were dark and deep, not revealing a single ray of light. He said faintly, “Let’s go. To my office.”

Shi An: “!!!”

His eyes widened slightly and his face became even redder as he stammered. “D-Don’t want to!”

Mu Heng slowly raised his eyebrows.

“Or do you prefer it here?”

Only then did Shi An realize that some humans had already begun to notice the commotion.

Their eyes began to gather vaguely, either explicitly or implicitly, in this direction. “…”

He was in a bit of a dilemma for a moment.

Although Shi An indeed did not want to be surrounded by people at this time, he was even more reluctant to enter the office with Mu Heng!

After their last conversation, Shi An felt his whole body burning up.

No, absolutely not!

After a few seconds, Mu Heng thought about it and seemed to stop insisting. “Okay.”

Shi An was stunned. “Eh?”

Mu Heng said, “We won’t go there.”

However, the fingers tugging on Shi An’s wrist remained intact and his demeanor was calm as if his actions like this couldn’t be more natural.

He used his other hand to reach into his pocket and pulled out the car keys.

The sound of metal clashing was clean and crisp, clearing up Shi An’s brain, which was starting to get confused.

Mu Heng asked, “Are you going?”

This word was a blessing to the current Shi An.

He nodded vigorously, almost forgetting about the bad things the human in front of him had done.

Mu Heng smiled faintly, released Shi An’s wrist, and walked out with him.

The further ahead he went, the more Shi An felt the worse his state had become.

It was as if some odd flame was burning silently inside his body that could not be vented or ignored but could only build up layer by layer deep in his spine, burning his mind and making his eyes dizzy.

Before he could leave the Bureau, Shi An felt his legs involuntarily weaken slightly and nearly fell to the ground unconsciously.

He blinked slowly, only to be held up by Mu Heng.

In his blurry vision, the man’s deep blue eyes gazed at him, his lips opening and closing. “Can you still walk?”

Shi An subconsciously nodded.

Although he nodded, Mu Heng did not let go of him.

The man’s slender and powerful arms hauled the young man’s waist, sharing part of his weight, and led him to the car.

Shi An was put into the car.

The young man half closed his eyes, long eyelashes slightly drooping and occasionally trembling, lovingly covering his dark eyes. Water gathered at the bottom of his eyes, flowing out with a blink.

His face was flushed, like the familiar fire-spewing prelude when he regained his original body, and burning breath rolled in his throat. He curled himself up out of habit the moment he was put down.

The vehicle started and the sound of the engine rang out, driving the car forward.

Shi An curled himself up even tighter in the back seat.

The hot forehead pressed against his knees, his shaky breath fell, and the small space in front of him was small and dark. The monotonous sound of the engine and the gentle, faint bumps of the vehicle made him a bit delirious.

When Shi An reacted again, the car had already stopped.

Mu Heng knew long ago that Shi An had now lost the ability to walk.

So, he took off his jacket, wrapped the young man in it, and then took him into his arms.

The man’s chest was warm and sturdy, radiating a pleasant heat outward.

A human temperature.

Shi An subconsciously moved closer to where the heat came from, buried his head into the other’s embrace, rubbed his cheek against it, and let out a faint, spoiled whimper in his throat.

Mu Heng’s pace suddenly lurched, then suddenly sped up again.

Soon, Shi An felt himself being put down.

He opened his eyes in a daze.

Hold on…

Was it his illusion?

Why did he feel that the ceiling in front of him was strange?

Shi An blinked sluggishly with difficulty and twisted his head around to look around. “…”

Yes, the furniture was also unfamiliar.

He had no impression at all.

A sense of foreboding rose from his own heart.

Shi An opened his mouth and heard himself ask in a hoarse voice. “W-Where is this?”

Mu Heng’s silver-white eyelashes drooped low, concealing the dark look under his eyes.

His deep, slender fingers hooked his collar and loosened it slowly and methodically. His voice was deep and magnetic, appearing gentle and calm.

“My house.”

Shi An: “…”

He struggled to sit up from the bed but was enveloped by the shadow of the man pressing down.

Mu Heng cupped the young man’s chin with his fingertips devoid of his gloves and gently kissed the other man’s lips.

It was extremely light and soft like a feather floating down, barely leaving a trace.