"...... Don't touch it."

Chapter 78

After the training was over, Shi An lowered her eyes and felt that the magic power that she had gotten some time ago near the Abyssal Rift had basically been completely absorbed by now.

Great, looks like you can be lazy after that.

He sighed with unmarked relief.

While this what-if training designed by Zhuo Fu did work for him, ......

It's really really exhausting!

After all, Shi An prefers to stay in bed and play games and eat snacks rather than sweating it out on the training ground.

If it wasn't for the sake of regaining her strength and returning to being a treasure-hungry otaku dragon, Shi An wouldn't do such a hard and tiring job.

Shi An dragged his sore body out of the training ground.

Mu Hang is still standing where he was just now.

The steel-blue eyes, half-hidden under their long lashes, were looking intently in this direction, their color so deep and cold that it was impossible to tell what they were thinking.

"It's over?" He asked.

Shi An's eyes drooped wilfully, as if his strength had been exhausted.

He did not speak directly in response to Mu Hang's question, but only gave a small nod.

Mu Hang's eyes moved slightly.

The teenager's face was flushed, perhaps because of the exercise he had just finished, his panting was a little uneven, and a thin layer of sweat covered his forehead to the tip of his nose.

Unexplained, he suddenly recalled the dream he had had in the Avon District.

The dream was so vague that when I woke up all that was left were broken fragments.

Even when I tried to recall, it was as if I was separated by a veil, and I couldn't see what had really happened.

But for some reason, right now, more images are coming out of the depths of my memory.

The scarlet tips of her ears, the evasive and trembling whimpers, the hazy watery mist in her dark eyes.

The teenager slumped defenselessly into his arms, his forehead resting against his shoulder, a shuddering gasp spilling out, sweeping softly and softly across his heart, shivering from head to toe.

And in his hands ......

Mu Hang frowns slightly, lost in thought.

What's he cupping in his hand?

Can't think of it anyway.

At that moment, Zhuo Fu, clad in a white coat, stepped out of the control room and broke the silence floating in the air:

"Awesome, really awesome."

He shook his head and smacked his lips, "Seriously, it's the first time in my long life that I've seen such rapid progress ......"

Zhuo Fu looked at Shi An with blazing eyes, as if he wanted to rush up and study him up and down in detail, "An An, when will you come next?"

Mu Hang frowned, his eyes slightly cold.

Shi An answered honestly:

"I don't think they've been coming lately."

As if a bolt from the blue, Zhuo Fu was dumbfounded: "Not coming? Why?"

Shi An doesn't change her face, "Too tired."

And most importantly, the magic he had swallowed earlier had been completely absorbed for good, and there was no need for it to come back.

Zhuo Fu hurriedly caught up a few steps ahead:

"Don't come, I, I can help you adjust the intensity ......"

Shi An thought about it and asked rhetorically, "Can it be lower than sleeping?"

Zhuo Fu: "......"

That would be beyond me.

Undeterred, he caught up a few steps forward, "Speaking of which, I still have a few projects here recently, An An you see if you're interested ......"

Before Zhuo Fu could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by Mu Hang.

The other took a calm step forward, his gloved palm resting naturally on Shi An's shoulder, revealing a hint of unmoving exclusivity, "Isn't there anything else you can do? We're leaving."

Zhuo Fu: "......"

Grass.

He swallowed the rest of his words in a stifled voice.

Shi An was oblivious to the dark tides between the two humans in front of her.

He waves at Zhuo Fu, then turns and heads out the door.

Mu Hang did not follow immediately.

He gazed at Zhuo Fu and said calmly, "The nickname An An, don't use it in the future."

Zhuo Fu froze and didn't react for a moment:

"Eh? Shi An doesn't like it?"

Mu Hang looked pale, "I don't like it."

When he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out, leaving Zhuo Fu standing in silence.

Gazing at the man s fading back, Zhuo Fu slowly gritted his teeth.

...... You're sick!

Spoken as if someone actually dared to take someone from you!

I wouldn't dare even if you gave me eight guts!

*

Shi An was wandering outside the door.

I don't know why, it's obvious that he praised the dragon so many times, but as the dragon's enemy, Mu Hang's attitude toward him seems to have not changed at all....... Is it possible that something like praising the enemy doesn't work for Mu Hang?

Shi An is worried.

So what's going to work?

At this time, Shi An eyes light up, seems to suddenly think of something.

He pulled out his cell phone, typed "Mu Hang" into the browser, and pressed the search button.

As the number one human powerhouse, there is a wealth of information about Mu Hang on the internet, but most of it is about his battle record and status, and very little about his personal information.

Shi An had been searching for a long time but could not find anything related to Mu Hang himself.

He thought for a few seconds and re-entered the search keywords:

"What does Mu Hang hate?"

The browser interface stopped spinning in circles and a new page popped up.

This time, instead, no more official URLs popped up, and all that appeared were basically forum posts.

Yet the answer to this question remains a mystery.

No one really seems to know this man, and it seems that he hides himself too deeply, never revealing any of his preferential biases to the outside world.

However, Shi An suddenly noticed one of the less prominent posts.

"I'm not quite sure what Officer Mu hates, but as a bottom-feeder member of the Administration, I can responsibly say that Officer Mu Hang must not like physical contact."

"Eh this I've heard too, really?"

"Is that why Officer Mu wears gloves all the time? I always thought it was from an injury or something ......"

"No injuries, you're overthinking it, who could hurt him now, my friend at the Administration said that Officer Mu seems to be doing this because his sense of touch is so acute that he simply just doesn't want to have physical contact with anyone else."

After reading the post, Shi An was deep in thought.

Mu Hang does look like he wears gloves all the time ......

But hating physical contact?

There didn't seem to be one, did there? At least he hadn't noticed it the few times he'd made contact before.

Or is it just that the other person is hiding their emotions too deeply?

Thinking of Mu Hang's usual calm demeanor, Shi An thought it wasn't impossible.

While this is going on, Mu Hang walks out from inside the training ground.

"Go." He said.

Shi An nodded absentmindedly, and the two walked forward side by side.

He thought about the post he had just seen and subconsciously lowered his head, his eyes falling on the other man's palm hanging down at his side.

The man's palms were wide and his fingers long, but every inch of skin was wrapped tightly within pitch-black tactical gloves that looked austere and ascetic.

Shi An suddenly spoke up, "By the way, can you take off your gloves?"

Mu Hang stopped in his tracks with a start and gave the teenager in front of him a deep look.

He didn't answer or ask why, just tugged on the fingertips of the glove with his other hand and pulled the tactical glove off his hand without slowing down.

Mu Hang put his hand out.

Shi An thought for a moment and raised his hand to hold the other man's fingers.

Unlike his cold body temperature, the other man's fingers were hot, and even though she had been prepared for it, Shi An was still slightly burned.

Shi An yanked the other man's hand and surveyed it.

Mu Hang's knuckles were clear and coldly hard in outline, his fingers were long and strong, and greenish-colored meridians were faintly visible on the back of his pale hand.

Well, it's not pretty.

Shi An was a little disappointed.

There were no hard scales, no sharp claws, not even the scars he had just somewhat expected.

Still, it looks that much better than his own hand .......

Shi An subconsciously spread his palms.

Fair, thin, and slender.

It always felt like it would break once it was folded, and it really didn't have any semblance of a giant dragon's demeanor.

Shi An is a little frustrated.

Mu Hang's eyes drooped, his eyes falling on the teenager in front of him.

The other party was quite a bit lower than himself, the back of the slender white neck was vaguely visible at this angle, the thin soft flesh wrapped around the slightly convex vertebrae, the curves were fragile and graceful, a few strands of pitch black hair were stuck to the sweat-slicked skin, which made people feel the urge to imprint their teeth on it and grind it with the tips of their teeth.

It was at this moment that a cold touch came from his palm.

The other man seemed to be touching his palm tentatively, rubbing it delicately, the cold fingertips lightly touching the warm skin, bringing a strange slight tickle.

But more than that, it's hot.

Mu Hang's eyes darkened and the knot in his throat rolled up and down involuntarily.

The hand that had been at his mercy just moments ago suddenly flipped, strong knuckles gripping Shi An's wrist back, hot fingers branding the skin at the wrist bone.

The man's voice came from overhead, as if he was suppressing some sort of emotion, his voice tight and husky:

"...... Don't touch it."

Exempt!

Shi An is happy.

It seems the rumors were right, Mu Hang doesn't like physical contact!

Shi An gloats a little.

I told you not to touch my tail when you were touching it, and look what happened!

Mu Hang let go of Shi An's hand, his voice still a little muffled as he averted his eyes:

"Let's go, the car is just ahead."

When he finished speaking, he turned around and walked straight toward the parking spot in front of him.

Mu Hang is tall and leggy and puts distance between them in just a few seconds.

Staring at the other party's fleeing back, Shi An slightly hooked the corner of her lips into a winning smile.

I didn't expect that, but in the end it was the black smoke suggestion that worked a bit better.

At this rate, it should already be a matter of time before the other side hates them.

By then, even if he doesn't take the initiative to say so, Mu Hang will subconsciously stay away from him.

Plan Pass!

In the distance, Mu Hang, who had his back to Shi An, pursed his lips tightly, his eyes dark and scary, and his devouring desire was finally no longer suppressed and covered up, and it rolled madly in the bottom of his eyes.

Almost.

Almost didn't hold back.

It was obviously just a touch without any emotion, but it was as if his self-control had collapsed at the touch.

But ...... Mu Hang is clear that now is not the time.

Can't scare people.

He took a slow, deep breath and closed his eyes hard.

After a few seconds, Mu Hang opened his eyes, their usual stoicism returning.

He hesitated, dropping his eyes, his eyes falling to his spread palms.

Somehow, in that moment just now, he seemed to have picked up another corner of the broken remnants of his earlier dream.

It seems ...... in that dream.

What else had he touched ...... something cold and smooth, something that looked hard but was soft and tough.

What could it be?