Hey! Control Yourself! - Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Exercise a Little Restraint!

Only one hour remained until their departure.

The wind of the forest city blew through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows. Sheng Lu’s open arms received no response, so he could only rest them flat upon the tabletop, his expression uncharacteristically calm.

“Do we know each other from before?” Shen Ji asked him again.

Sheng Lu looked at him with a gaze that Shen Ji could not decipher. After a moment of silence, he arched an eyebrow, mimicking Shen Ji’s own tone and expression: “Do we know each other from before?”

This was followed by a cold sneer, like a gust of freezing wind in a world of ice and snow.

Shen Ji frowned.

Sheng Lu suddenly closed his eyes, his pale lashes trembling as if he were suppressing something. “No… forgive me. I have missed you too much.”

He opened his eyes and looked up at the mirror on the ceiling, which reflected their two figures. He used his beautiful, slender fingers to partially shield his vision, pressing his fingertips against his face as a glint of light escaped his crimson pupils.

When he saw the reflection of Shen Ji raising the gun and aiming it at him, Sheng Lu froze for a moment before revealing that same sorrowful, pitiful expression. “Must you suddenly fire a shot right when someone is feeling sentimental?”

“…” Shen Ji silently tightened his grip on the gun’s handle, closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth.

He was afraid that if he looked at him, he would want to glare at him fiercely; if he opened his mouth, he would want to curse him out. No, he had to endure. The moment he lost his temper, Sheng Lu would be “gratified.” After several encounters, he had learned his lesson.

Sheng Lu had a masochistic affliction, but Shen Ji had no sadistic inclinations whatsoever.

“…” Sheng Lu, however, watched him intently, repeatedly and shamelessly projecting that look of a heartbroken, abandoned soul.

Shen Ji wished he could—right now! immediately! fiercely!, grab him by the collar and roar: “I have no idea what you’re even sentimental about, okay?!”

Shake him violently!

“I asked if we knew each other before! I asked you!! Who are you looking at the sky for? Just say it clearly! Am I supposed to guess by looking at your shameless chin?!”

Continue shaking him violently!

Of course, he couldn’t actually grab Sheng Lu by the collar and shake him. Think of how much Sheng Lu would enjoy that.

After completing this entire scenario in his mind, Shen Ji opened his eyes. The muzzle of his gun remained aimed directly at Sheng Lu’s heart.

Sheng Lu made no move to defend himself. Aside from the magical attacks in his eyes, he simply smiled and spread his arms. “I’m waiting for you to pull the trigger, darling.”

“Goodbye forever, Sheng Lu.”

He pulled the trigger. A dull thud followed—the sound of a bullet striking flesh.

Sheng Lu’s arm was pierced through by the mental energy bullet; it was a bloody mess, and the bone was nearly severed. Shen Ji was surprised—he had aimed for Sheng Lu’s heart, not his arm.

Sheng Lu looked down at his nearly severed arm. The bullet had torn through his flesh, leaving behind a searing, scalding afterglow of mental energy. The pain caused cold sweat to bead on his forehead, yet the moment he was injured, his gaze became pathologically dazed and delirious again.

“Shen Ji… so hot… it’s so hot…”

His fair face was slightly flushed, his gaze sticking to Shen Ji with undeniable ambiguity. He let out a trembling, panting moan: “Ah… it’s too big… Shen Ji…”

Shen Ji: “…”

It was just a bullet! Where exactly did this hit your “pleasure point” again?!

Shen Ji watched him enjoy it, his face cold and silent. That cold expression seemed to strike Sheng Lu’s heart all over again.

“Shen Ji… quick… hug me…” Sheng Lu’s chest heaved. Despite the incoherent words coming out of his mouth, his handsome, pale face wore its usual twisted smile.

Before long, Sheng Lu’s arm had already healed. Truly, this damnable pervert was something else. Shen Ji raised his hand, thinking he should fire another shot.

“Ah… don’t… Shen Ji, I can’t take it… this is too big…” Sheng Lu began to stir restlessly again.

His voice had changed; his tone was thick with intense desire. His hand even climbed up Shen Ji’s arm.

“If you’re sick, take some medicine.”

Sheng Lu froze for a second. His eyes, filled with ambiguous affection, regained a sliver of clarity and sparked with a hint of surprise. “You’re concerned about me?”

“Where is the concern?!” Shen Ji moved closer, nearly grabbing his collar, his voice a low, teeth-gritting growl.

Sheng Lu’s pupils dilated from the sudden proximity of Shen Ji’s face. He looked at him in shock, and his face became pathological once more—his already strange complexion grew redder, and his breathing became increasingly rapid, as if he were nearing a climax.

Shen Ji felt like he was becoming a bit “unwell” himself; Sheng Lu’s scorching breath and burning gaze were almost infectious. He couldn’t help but reach out to push him away: “Get your head straight.”

Sheng Lu let out an “Ah~” sound.

Just push him once, and he dares to start panting!

“…” At this moment, even Shen Ji—who was naturally emotionally distant, provided no emotional value in daily life, and was often described as being as bland as plain water, finally reached the limit of his patience and exploded.

He grabbed Sheng Lu by the throat and said fiercely, “I might as well just strangle you to death.”

Sheng Lu threw his head back, his lips slightly parted. His expression was extremely abnormal; a blush of desire stained his pointed ears, and his eyes were unfocused as he gazed at him, physiological tears shimmering in a hazy light.

His chest heaved even more unreasonably, his voice was a thick rasp, and his shoulders trembled. His hand covered Shen Ji’s hand as if he wanted to speak, but his voice was broken and intermittently hoarse with confusion.

His silver-blue ear fins flickered in and out of sight, and the fine, soft scales beneath the skin behind his ears shimmered like ripples at the bottom of a lake.

Shen Ji was stunned by this sight, and his hand loosened. His heart suddenly tightened—it was the Mermaid pheromones. Sheng Lu’s long white hair was wrapped around his waist like the tail of a snake.

Sheng Lu suddenly hugged him, inhaling the scent emanating from his glands. His lips pressed against Shen Ji’s ear, and his raspy voice slipped unceremoniously into his ear: “So good… you’ve almost triggered my heat period.”

At that moment, Shen Ji felt something changing within his own body. A hand reached under the hem of his clothes. Shen Ji snapped back to reality and pinned the hand down.

Wait, can you please exercise a little restraint first!

However, two “hell hands” appeared out of thin air and grabbed his hands, forcing them toward Sheng Lu.

“What are you waiting for? Hurry up and f**k me to death.” Sheng Lu kissed his fingers, his eyes fixed intently on him.