Chapter 227: Tulle will be torn and half torn

A few days passed in this way, and there was a rare calm before the storm.

The commander told them to be sure to maintain the status quo, the arrow was on the string, there was no room for error, any mistake at this time could cause the entire plan to fail.

Xie Qingcheng and He Yu naturally understood what was at stake, and became more and more discreet in both their work and private dealings.

He Yu went out in the morning and returned to his room in the evening, the two of them worked together with the organization to perfect the details of the island's intelligence. After dinner, Xie Qingcheng took his medication and went to bed, He Yu read a book at his desk for a while and went to bed as well. Although Duan Wen seemed to have dispelled his suspicions and stopped sending people to check the bedding, they still had to play along with each other under the covers every night for safety reasons.

This kind of scene is actually very difficult to grasp, as if the two actors have to play a large-scale bed scene realistically, it is inevitable that they will really love each other.

Xie Qingcheng was fine after the side effects of Serum 2 subsided completely, but He Yu was really uncomfortable.

They had not done so really ...... since the commander had said to take care of everything, in order to avoid a mission that might come at any moment.

(......)

In the aftermath of this incident, a distinct but complicated sentiment seemed to linger between the two.

Xie Qingcheng knew that He Yu had not slept with Anthony, but he did not think that He Yu was still in love with him as he was back then, and that it was probably because of the mission, and because of the desire that normal men have.

He Yu's side is a bit more serious, he also thinks that Xie Qingcheng is really with Chen Man, and has to cooperate with him for the sake of the mission.

They both know that the other has forgiven them and still desires them, but the next level up, such as love, is something that no one dares to mention.

What's more, the great war was imminent, so important things were waiting for them to deal with, talking about personal feelings at this time was really out of place. It seemed like one of those eight o'clock dramas where the fighters were already fighting with blood and flesh, and the protagonist was still discussing the issue of you love me and I don't love you, as if the number of people who died outside had nothing to do with the protagonist.

It's not natural for them to go about it that way.

They only have a little time in the evening, can be false publicity, indulge in some harmless selfish desire. And in this indulgence of selfish desire, under such a night and day, they are still gradually and inevitably dragged into the abyss of old love by each other.

Especially on this Mandela island, on the eve of a great war, why should they make themselves uncomfortable in this moment of warmth when there is only so much time they can be selfish?

So He Yu seems not to care about Chen Man or not Chen Man anymore, he doesn't even want to care about who Xie Qingcheng is with. As the atmosphere on the island becomes more and more tense, and the final days are drawing nearer and nearer, He Yu changes his mind, he wants to force Xie Qingcheng under his wing in these final days, under the disguise of his work. He wants to take Xie Qingcheng under his wing in these last days.

Xie Qingcheng also gradually stopped thinking about what kind of feelings He Yu had for himself.

At least for this moment, He Yu really needs him.

(......)

In the aftermath of one, He Yu gasped and went to touch the face of the man beneath him, and under the dimly lit covers, he could dimly see Xie Qingcheng's lost expression.

Suddenly he felt, as he had three years before, an indescribable pity and pain.

Pity because love runs deep.

It hurts because it's not available.

He lowered his head and re-kissed Xie Qingcheng's lips that were trembling slightly, holding those soft lips and kissing him from shallow to deep - after they had done such a thing between them, no one knew what to say, no one dared to say anything, and no one could say anything.

So it was simply left unsaid, and the near-silent rhyme was followed by muted entanglements, kisses, and embraces.

Then one night, He Yu embraced a sweaty Xie Qingcheng, who was also hot and wet, and calmed his heartbeat in the afterglow. In this atmosphere, He Yu suddenly felt an impulse.

He caught Xie Qingcheng's hand, lowered his lashes to kiss the tattoo on his wrist, and whispered, "Xie Qingcheng, do you think that if Serum #2 can really get you pregnant, you are all but certain that you have my child?"

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes, he wanted to repeat what he had already said to He Yu many times, it was just a fake reaction, besides, this reaction had disappeared now. But he was very tired, and had little energy to talk to He Yu about these things.

He Yu stroked himself on his abdomen with some confusion and unrealistic desire in his eyes.

"In that case, when the Great War is over, maybe you won't ......"

Without further ado, he bit the back of Xie Qingcheng's carotid artery as if he resented something.

Xie Qingcheng wanted to lecture him, but when the words came out of his mouth, he felt resentful and tasteless, they are not the same as in the past, so it is useless for him to lecture He Yu about anything.

He let He Yu bite him like a dog, the flesh of his neck was slightly painful, and only when he saw some thin blood from the bite did He Yu let go.

He Yu stared at his rebellious look and suddenly said abruptly, "Xie Qingcheng, do you remember, you never used to spoil me ......"

"......"

"You're always scolding me for hating me."

"......"

"But I just loved you so much at that time, I thought you were good at everything, even if I got old and sick later, I would always love you ......"

Xie Qingcheng closed his eyes and listened to him.

It was as if he was expecting a word and was afraid to expect one.

He felt that if all this warmth wasn't his illusion, if he could actually hear He Yu say a word of fondness in this very moment, then he might not be able to fake it at all, his emotions would crumble with it and he would make a mess of everything.

In the silence, Xie Qingcheng felt He Yu's lips once again press against the scar at the nape of his neck, the tip of his warm tongue against the wound, and he moved gently.

He Yu let go of him, and where Xie Qingcheng couldn't see, his eyes were a sickly tangle of love and hate: "Xie Qingcheng."

"...... Hmm?"

With his lips as red as a titled rose, He Yu brushed the tip of his nose against him and said morbidly, "Your blood is so sweet."

Xie Qingcheng's heart fluttered heavily.

After this night of unjustified entanglement, after that bowl of sorbet soup and countless tender kisses, this cry of your blood is so sweet actually made his eyes heat up with restraint.

He turned back and looked at He Yu's face in the darkness of the night.

He Yu: "What's wrong?"

Xie Qingcheng looked at him for several seconds, and he suddenly felt very, very unwilling. This unwillingness was so strong that he believed that if the task at hand for them was over now, then at this moment he might have been unable to hide his feelings completely.

But the most important task would be handed out at any moment, and which of the two lunatics could afford to take such an emotional risk.

This normal person, in the end, only has to be Xie Qingcheng to do it.

He's afraid he's never lived for himself in his life.

"Do you want to say something to me?" He Yu asked him.

I don't know if it was Xie Qingcheng's illusion, but He Yu's voice seemed to have a slight tremor in it.

Once upon a time it was for a play, and when the play broke up and the spectators left, what was the point of entangling them again?

Whose love play is not willing to end, whose residual makeup is not removed, who in the end of the song at the end of the stage at both ends of the reluctant to look - this fake couple acted really good, the lights dimmed the drums rested to applaud the people are gone full of theater only cups and plates in disarray, only the king has not yet unloaded his armor, Yu Ji still pull the sword flower.

Who is unwilling, unwilling to disperse?

Who can not end this game, play to the end, the windowpaper is as thin as cicada wings, breathing heavier will be broken - who is it?

"Are you ...... trying to say something to me?"

The tremor in his voice was more pronounced.

Like two people who have been walking alone in the mist for a long time, vaguely, they finally hear the call of another person - they both seem to realize something.

The fog looked on apprehensively and anxiously.

Xie Qingcheng has been able to feel He Yu's loss of control, he saw He Yu's eyes seem to have the color of blood flooding, the color of blood so that Xie Qingcheng in the strong impulse to rise a strong uneasiness, as if there is some kind of instinct in telling him that he should not be so intentional. But He Yu gave him those warm hope is like a tidal wave up, that tide let him control the voice but not control the body.

Xie Qingcheng suddenly leaned over and kissed He Yu's lips.

"Do it again."

He whispered hoarsely to He Yu between kisses.

He Yu's heartbeat suddenly accelerated and he looked at him with wide eyes.

Xie Qingcheng responded by grabbing He Yu's hair and kissing him deeply once again.

"I was the one who wanted to do it. No regrets."

(......)

The next morning, Xie Qingcheng and He Yu woke up together, or to be more precise, were woken up by the microelectronic sensors of the God of wind system.

The hidden headset was placed in, and as soon as it was connected, the commander's excited voice came from the headset, "It's done! The deciphering of the weapon of the Riptide Cold Light is complete!"

He Yu and Xie Qingcheng had a jolt of excitement, and both of them completely sobered up and looked at each other.

They all knew that this meant that the great battle was about to begin, and that this drum of war, which they had been waiting for all this time, was finally going to be beaten.

"Zhuo Ya designed a very complicated program, we spent a lot of effort, fortunately, we finally researched a way to sabotage her device ......" It could be seen that the commander was very excited, even though he was usually a serious person, he couldn't control the high spirits in his voice at this time Emotionally, he rattled off a bunch of words before suddenly responding, "Are you two still together?"

He Yu pressed his fingers to his earpiece, using the cover of the bedding, "In, you go on Commander."

"It's 5:30 a.m. Mandela." The Commander froze, "What are you guys doing here again ......"

"Catching up." He Yu's eyes signaled Xie Qingcheng that there was no need to explain more, then said, "Do you need us to cooperate with anything?"

"Oh, yes yes." The Commander immediately retracted his words as he cut straight to the chase, "It's about the timing of the second full-scale attack, we have a plan in place at the moment. Soldiers are precious and quick, since we have cracked it, there can be no delay, tomorrow night at six o'clock, Mandela Island time, the new troops will implement the landing plan codenamed 'Against the Wind', and start the decisive battle with Duan Wen. However, before that time ......"

He Yu had already guessed, "You need to be cooperated by us to destroy the control system of Radical Chill by six o'clock, right?"

Commander: "Yes, the range of the Radical Cold Light is so long that we won't be able to get close in time during our ascent to the island, and I'm afraid that the defense level around it has been upgraded to high level as well, making a breach from the outside virtually impossible, so HQ needs you guys to complete your last mission - before the general battle is Before the general battle is fought, completely, destroy it!"

Deciphered by the headquarters, Radical Cold Light has a total of three program data tracks, three tracks complement each other, destroy one of them, the remaining two will quickly carry out automatic repair, so it must be necessary for three people at the same time to enter the control room at the same time inside, while operating under the headquarters of the remote command, at the same time cut off the three tracks, the weapon can be completely laid to rest.

And at the moment He Yu and Xie Qingcheng are only two people short, so they have to rescue Zheng Jingfeng before six o'clock tomorrow night.

It was now five-thirty and there were still over thirty hours to go, leaving them actually very little time.

He Yu and Xie Qingcheng got up with their own concerns and looked back at each other.

The sentiment of that glance is very complicated, last night's reaction, to say that there is no emotion, that is false, even more sluggish can feel that the other party to their own is an old love.

But the geometry of the old love, no one can know, they responded to each other's hints, but have not yet had time to put many details explicitly, and now the mission is sent down to do too many things and too heavy, every piece of human life. Mental Ai Bola patients already avoid emotional ups and downs, talking about love is even more inappropriate.

Xie Qingcheng's voice was still raspy with the aftermath of an excessive love affair as he said to He Yu, "You go."

He Yu responded.

Before leaving, He Yu took one last look at Xie Qingcheng.

That glance was infinitely morbid, and he thought about the feelings Xie Qingcheng still had for him in his heart, both light and heavy, and he felt extreme pleasure mixed with pain, and in order not to make it all even more out of control, he averted his gaze, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open and walked out.