Hey! Control Yourself! - Chapter 7

Chapter 7: A Kiss

Wait!

As soon as those words left his mouth, Shen Ji’s heart tightened, realizing he was about to regret it immediately.

A person like Sheng Lu had a brain wired differently from normal people; if you so much as gave him a response, he would assume you were consenting to make love—of course, this specific delusion only seemed to manifest when it came to Shen Ji.

Sure enough, the hand pressing on his shoulder paused.

Sheng Lu’s breathing became rapid. Because his complexion was so pale, the slightest ripple of emotion caused an ambiguous flush to bloom on his skin. Now, the redness on his face grew even more pronounced. He stared intensely at Shen Ji, that morbid emotion in his eyes beginning to quiver again.

It was truly madness; that expression of obsessive possessiveness made it feel like it wouldn’t be surprising at all if Sheng Lu devoured him in the next second.

“Can’t you just be normal for once?” Even a person as emotionally detached as Shen Ji couldn’t help but grit his teeth and complain.

These words seemed to flip a switch inside the demon. Shen Ji felt the hand on his shoulder suddenly tighten with immense force. While the man trembled, the sound of the breath in his throat began to turn increasingly strange.

Sheng Lu lowered his gaze slightly, the area beneath his eyelids flushed. He exhaled a long breath of hot air, his expression reaching a state of near-total euphoria. “Baby… say more… just a little more…”

His voice was naturally magnificent, but now it was low, raspy, and slightly vibrating—overflowing with an ambiguous tone that invited scandalous thoughts.

Shen Ji: “…”

Exactly which part of that hit your kink, hey…

“Excuse me, I’d like to apply for solitary confinement…” Royce raised his hand.

Lei Yi and Sha Mo silently raised theirs as well.

The old Chief snapped out of it: “…I’ll take you there.”

Shen Ji reached out: “I also—” However, he was ruthlessly ignored.

Everyone had unanimously decided to sacrifice him to the demon.

The group filed out one after another. As they passed the pair of hell hands hanging the trench coat by the door, they kept their eyes straight ahead, their skin crawling and their scalps tingling with fear.

In an instant, the massive waiting room was left with only Shen Ji and Sheng Lu—oh, and that pair of hands.

Sheng Lu’s low laughter echoed in the silent space, a sound that seemed to emanate from his empty chest. His hand brushed the hair away from Shen Ji’s forehead, his voice sounding melodious and tender: “Do you need me to bail you out?”

Shen Ji turned his head, dodging the movement. “No need. I’ve already asked someone else to bail me out.”

“Oh?” Sheng Lu’s hand froze in mid-air like a statue, unable to hide the flash of surprise in his eyes. He lowered his hand, his voice turning slightly dark. “I’d like to know… who has that distinct honor?”

Shen Ji stood up to face him, saying coldly, “Don’t you know everything already?”

In his eyes, every one of Sheng Lu’s actions was bizarre. Sheng Lu had unceremoniously, like a bandit, usurped his energy and vitality, making it difficult for him to live a normal life like others. And now, while Shen Ji wanted to kill him, the man insisted on acting overly intimate and familiar.

Shouldn’t they be at each other’s throats in a life-or-death struggle?

But now, Sheng Lu lowered his head, appearing to lose his vitality because of Shen Ji’s coldness.

“I am here to kill you.”

With those words, the atmosphere in the room shifted abruptly. In the heavy, stifling room, it felt as though a bubble of emotion had been pricked. Following the change in Sheng Lu’s mood, the surroundings grew frigid, and the air turned dim and dejected.

Shen Ji’s mental threads spread out silently. He only wanted to kill him now—to end all of this quickly.

The frantically growing mental threads shredded the freezing frost in the air. Sheng Lu raised his eyes, those blood-red pupils now carrying a terrifying, piercing power.

With the rhythmic flexing of Shen Ji’s fingers, each mental thread carried a sharp arc of light, whipping up a gale of murderous intent that charged toward Sheng Lu.

Directly toward his heart.

They were so close; as long as he hit the heart, death was certain—unless a mental shield was deployed immediately. Yet Sheng Lu stood before him, motionless, his expression unchanged. His mental energy showed no ripples.

Shen Ji didn’t understand. He could have dodged, so why didn’t he?

Because the distance was so short, blood splattered past Shen Ji’s surroundings. Sheng Lu had coated his hands with mental energy, blocking the threads aimed at his heart at the critical moment.

Finally willing to fight back. Shen Ji, for some reason, felt a sense of relief.

Ultimately, that specific thread did not pierce his heart, but the other mental threads still slashed across Sheng Lu’s shoulder. Blood gushed out, pattering continuously onto the floor.

Sheng Lu said with a smile, “It really hurts… but it feels so good…”

His smile was pathological.

Shen Ji watched as the wound on Sheng Lu’s shoulder healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. His mental energy was immense, coupled with an incomparable self-healing ability. Only a direct hit to the heart offered any hope of success.

“Then you should fight back.”

Sheng Lu didn’t speak. He stepped toward Shen Ji. From the beginning, Shen Ji’s mental energy had maintained a “cocoon” state around himself to defend against attacks.

Shen Ji watched him approach closer and closer. Sheng Lu reached out to him, appearing completely devoid of hostility. His fingertips touched the outer layer of the cocoon, and the rough surface immediately scraped his skin.

The cocoon was constructed from millions of intersecting, dense mental threads—like a shell woven from silk. Any external force intruding would be instantly shredded by the soft yet razor-sharp silk.

Sheng Lu felt the sharpness of the silk. As his fingertips entered the cocoon’s strike zone, it felt as if a thousand silver needles were leaving fine cuts on his hand. Yet he showed no sign of stopping, insisting on moving forward until the cuts grew deeper, the invisible blades nearly severing his wrist.

Shen Ji saw the aggressive, determined smile in his eyes; it was as if he couldn’t feel the physical pain at all. The wounds on his hand were fine and dense, the blood winding like red thread. As he pressed on, the cocoon’s blades extended to his forearms, the gashes deepening, until finally, he grabbed Shen Ji’s hand and pulled it out of the cocoon.

Shen Ji was only eighteen; he had never encountered such a mad enemy in his life, and thus he remained on high alert.

When the other man grabbed his hand, the first thing he thought of was a mental killing move from the Gaya era—one that only required contact with any part of the enemy to tear them to pieces using mental energy.

He had been too careless.

Shen Ji’s hand went stiff. The cocoon expanded again, and his mental energy entered an attack state, the threads poised to strike back with full force.

But just then!

Sheng Lu lowered his head and kissed the back of his hand.

Shen Ji yanked his hand back violently. All preparations for a counterattack lost their meaning in that moment.

Wait! What on earth was he doing?! How could he have possibly thought this guy was grabbing his hand to attack him!

Sheng Lu said with a smile, “Goodbye, baby.”

His hand had already restored its paleness and strength, the wounds vanishing without a trace. He walked out of the waiting room, and the two hands at the corner moved over to drape the trench coat over him. His white hair was tucked inside the coat, the long ends visible beneath the hem.

“Help me pull my hair out,” Sheng Lu said, turning his face slightly.

“No,” the “straight-man” Shen Ji refused directly.

They had just been in a fight—the bloody, life-or-death kind. To suddenly go and tidy someone’s hair the next moment was just too weird!

Sheng Lu smiled, and those two hands floated toward Shen Ji. To be honest, even the thick-skinned Shen Ji found this scene creepy. Was this guy planning to use force?

“I’ll do it,” Shen Ji suppressed the urge to complain. He walked behind him and reached out to pull the long white hair out from the coat. The hair was soft and smooth with a perfect luster, feeling slightly cool to the touch. The Gaya people liked long hair and had thousands of intricate braiding styles.

Back at home, his father often braided all sorts of beautiful styles for his Dad. Thinking of this, Shen Ji’s fingers squeezed the hair slightly; the strands slid out of his hand with a slight elasticity.

Sheng Lu’s cold eyes softened in an instant. “So well-behaved, baby.”

One “hell hand” cooperatively stroked his face, feeling cold as a corpse’s hand. Shen Ji immediately snapped out of his memories, his skin erupting in goosebumps.

By then, Sheng Lu had already left, leaving a white silhouette in the glowing corridor. The two hell hands vanished.

Royce and the others had been placed in the outer corridor, completely ignored. As soon as the old Chief emerged, he immediately called his superiors to request reinforcements, believing Sheng Lu to be the most dangerous person present. “He could turn this place into a slaughterhouse at any moment,” he said anxiously into the phone.

The officers below were equally frantic. Meanwhile, Sheng Lu had emerged from the waiting room. People stood frozen in terror, not a single one daring to look at him.

“Chief.” Sheng Lu’s footsteps stopped in the corridor.

The Chief turned: “…Yes.”

Lei Yi muttered: Please, the guy hasn’t even said anything yet, and he’s already saying ‘yes’.

Fortunately, those hell hands did not appear.

“Who is the bailor Shen Ji found?”

“That doesn’t seem to follow the regu… it seems to be Minister Shen.”

Sheng Lu’s gaze shifted over. The Chief immediately surrendered and sold Shen Ji out. He swore he would apply for early retirement the moment he got back.

“Shen Yi…” Sheng Lu glanced at the name on the form. “It seems he really is popular…” He turned and left. Everyone immediately collapsed to the ground in relief.

At that point, the Chief remembered that the holographic video call from earlier seemed to have connected. But before he could look at it, he had been interrupted. He entered the secret code again, and this time, the other side picked up immediately.

The moment it connected, a man with black hair and black eyes appeared on the holographic image. Everyone stared in astonishment. Even Royce and the others were shocked, because the man on the screen was exactly the figure from the corridor of their school’s Science and Tech Museum—the legend of Gaya’s space power, the “Father of Space Frigates,” Shen Yi!

“Heavens, how did Shen Ji do it…”

The man wore a Space Force military uniform, with two rows of golden arrows representing the highest military merit on his epaulets. He appeared to be in an office at a space station.

“Hello, I am Shen Yi,” a calm voice spoke.

Looking at the handsome man in the video, lines of chat commentary flashed through Lei Yi and Sha Mo’s heads:

“The love-hate entanglement between my calm-as-a-chrysanthemum schoolmate and numerous big shots.”

“A sea of hate and sky of love: the eighteen-year-old boy pampered by various legends.”

“Past and present lives! Trapped in a ‘shura field’ in the prehistoric era.”

The thoughts of the Gaya people, however, were different. Seeing Shen Yi’s majestic uniform and thinking of Minister Shen, who was exhausting himself for the future of the Gaya race, the police couldn’t help but feel a surge of respect and excitement.

Even the old Chief was speaking to such a high-ranking figure for the first time. He struggled to steady his breathing. “My apologies for disturbing you, Minister Shen. I am the Police Chief of Satelance City in Country D.”

“Do you have a matter?” Shen Yi asked.

“It’s like this. Our station is investigating a case, and a suspect wishes for you to act as his guarantor for bail. He provided this private secret code, so I placed this call.”

The man on the screen frowned, showing a look of displeasure. The Chief’s heart tightened. Darn it. It seemed he had truly miscalculated. Shen Ji might have just obtained the private code through some illicit channel. Given the Minister’s status and the Shen family’s reputation, how could he be involved with a fugitive?

It looked like he really was going to have to “retire” early this time.