Nightmare Shuttle

Chu Yi narrowed his eyes and let go of the doorframe, walking away without another word. Ruan Quixi took that as an open invitation and without hesitation, he stepped past the threshold.

"Is this the surprise you were preparing for?"

Chu Yi's smiling voice was low and magnetic, with a heavy drawl. The drowsy feeling of laziness caused by the sun was transmitted to Ruan Quixi's ears, such a mature and charming voice only made him feel hot.

His long fingers waved towards him lightly. Ruan Quixi wasn't offended, his eyes followed the hands covered with a few blood-colored scratches and a thin layer of calluses that have been worn over the years of grasping a scalpel.

The physical fatigue he felt after a night of sleeplessness and the exhaustion of physical strength made Chu Yi relax unconsciously. He was like a feline stretching his waist in the sun. The explosive muscles relaxed under laziness and became soft and pliable to the touch, even then, this lazy posture did not take away the bright arrogance in his eyes.

Chu Yi seemed to have just woken up, half-squinting his eyes. The handsome face that used to be sharp and inviolable was laid-back and relaxed, drooping eyes carrying a kind of lazy beauty.

He raised his hand and brushed away the hair that had just been messed up. His long legs were propped on the ground, the slightly curled toes of his feet stepping lightly on the floor.

Ruan Quixi's lips curled and his fingers at his side curled up unconsciously, Chu Yi's lazy, the feline-like gesture made his heart itch, and he subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch Chu Yi. 

But he quickly stopped his actions with strong willpower, and the palm he had just stretched out fell back he shook his head and walked into the room, closing the door behind him.

Chu Yi stared at him through hooded eyes and suddenly wanted to laugh. In his peripheral vision, he caught a white dove slowly flapping its wing in the sky.

He didn't pay much attention to the man before him, sitting on the bed, one leg was bent off the floor, and the slender and firm calf was exposed from the short pants, translucent under the exposed rays of the sun.

The fingers were tangled in the old quilt and the narrow bed could not support his feet. After stretched being taut, the instep arched slightly.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, he turned his head and looked over, his thick black hair sliding down his back along with his movement.

Ruan Quixi looked at him deeply, maybe it was the effects of the morning sun, his eyes were not as clear as usual, as if there was a blazing fire.

Chu Yi only glanced at him before turning his head back arrogantly, Ruan Quixi walked up to him, and the next second he sat down on the bed and unexpectedly held his feet in his hands.

The temperature in his palm was very high, and Chu Yi's hands and feet were naturally cold. The moment he was held in the warm palm, his toes stretched and he shrank back subconsciously.

That hand clenched tightly without giving in, and with more strength, marked a red palm print on the instep.

"Ruan Quixi, let go."

The dark black eyes were filled with a wicked smile.

He stared at the feet in his hands, pushed the cloth on his ankles upwards, and easily used one hand to pull the person towards him.

Ruan Quixi pressed his fingers hard on the soles of his feet.

There is less exposure and less stimulation to the air, so Chu Yi's were particularly sensitive, the densely distributed nerves transmitted this tingling stimulation to the calf and straight-up his spinal cord.

His calf was tight and suddenly even his ankles were shaking.

Chu Yi frowned impatiently.

He didn't know if it was because of the swimming yesterday, his feet felt unnaturally weak and even though he was angry, he could not break free.

The calm expression almost collapsed, and the feeling of hands slowly tracing his feet became unbearable.

The cramps in his calf were too uncomfortable. His calf twitched painfully, struggling and twisting in Ruan Quixi's hands weakly, but it was only in vain. He didn't want to show weakness but this feeling was too uncomfortable.

"Ruan Quixi, are fucking sick, my leg cramps." 

Ruan Quixi looked down at the angry red eyes and knew he wasn't joking.

Hearing his stern and panting voice, Ruan Quixi's lips curled into a teasing smirk, frivolous and ostentatious, he couldn't help but press harder.

Under the smooth raised kneecap, the calf was stretched to the side like never before, and the blue-purple blood vessels under the cold white skin were reflected. When his calf cramps, the slender muscles contract spontaneously.

His Adam's apple bobbed several times but he did not let go, instead low rumbling laughter suddenly spliced from his chest.

When the slender calf cramps, his instep also collapses, and the five beautiful toes were tightly curled together. Not only did the hand not let go, but the fingers at the soles of the feet pressed down harder. The rough index and middle fingers slid into the curled toes, separating them like the tightly rolled petals of an unopened flower bud.

Chu Yi frowned in pain, bit his lower lip, and kicked the other foot on Ruan Quixi's shoulder without hesitation. "Let go!" 

Chu Yi's kick almost exhausted his strength. Ruan Quixi's shoulders were broad and flat, and he hardly moved, but the feet on his shoulders had no strength.

When his foot was about to slide off his shoulders, he was held by Ruan Quixi's other hand.

"My dear, why do you treat me so–"

He held Chu Yi's foot in each of his hands, spread his legs to both sides, and leaned down.

The cramped leg was completely different from the normal leg on the bed. The cramped leg was finally let go, and the other leg was pressed down.

There was a sharp stinging pain from his lower lip, before Chu Yi could react, the tip of his tongue was stained with the astringent taste of blood.

Ruan Quixi leaned back slightly and looked at him, with a straight back, long hair on his back, and a thin and straight profile like a green bamboo silhouette, red eyes filled with anger and dissatisfaction. 

Although the price he paid was heavy, to be able to accompany him for a while, was already worth it.

The rough fingertips slid up along the bridge of his nose, slowly straightening the deep wrinkles there. His hand did not touch Chu Yi's eyebrows, but slid along his lower jaw, stroking the sharp and clear jawbone and landing on the raised Adam's apple on his neck.

The force of his fingers increased, the slender adam's apple rolled uncontrollably, his fingernails left thin red marks on the white skin, and Adam's apple could no longer move like a trapped beast.

Hands down along his neck, across the sides and slid to the back of his neck, and slowly caressed there. Ruan Quixi lowered his head, the tip of his nose intertwined with Chu Yi's, and sweaty foreheads touched.

For some reason, Chu Yi calmed down and heaved a heavy gasp. At such a close distance, even their breathing was intertwined and the red and black stared at each motionless. When the lips touched him again, Chu Yi did not struggle as if tacitly acquiescing.

The laughter was saturated with both temptation and terror, he leaned down and slowly licked away the metallic blood traces at the corner of his lips. The man who had been forbearing stretched out his hand and grabbed Chu Yi's belt. The hand was very large, with protruding knuckles, showing the strength contained in it. His belt couldn't stand it at all.

When Chu Yi was pushed down, his legs were exposed from the scattered clothes, hooked on Ruan Quixi's thin waist, and then he was held by the soles of his feet with one hand.

Ruan Quixi bit his chin, and after hearing his groan, his teeth moved to the crevice between his collarbone, his hot breath brushed over the sensitive skin and his head moved to go further down.

"Knock–Knock–"

Ruan Quixi opened his eyes abruptly, wondering if it was because of the anger burning his heart that caused a faint red light to appear in the bottom eyes, wrapped in a dark light.

His expression was fierce and violent, with blue veins protruding from his forehead. The knock came again and this time even louder. Chu Yi told advantage of this to kick him away and walked to the door. In front of him, Ling Zheng appeared again and pointed to the clearing in the distance.

"The second part of the cleansing ritual will begin now."

Ling Zheng looked at Chu Yi's, whose lips were stained red and his eyes seemed to carry traces of tears. The disheveled and ruffled appearance looked more as if he was being bullied than if he had just woken up. He wanted to speak again but a dark and callous voice appeared beside Chu Yi and before he could reach the door was slammed in his face.

He turned around and stared at the man, his lips twisting slightly, feeling that he was a bit pitiful. However, this emotion was quickly replaced by ridicule and he threw his head back and laughed happily.

"Chu Yi–"

Hearing his name being called through gritted teeth, Chu Yi felt even happier and the red eyes were extraordinarily bright.

Putting away his smile, he shook his head and spoke back to him, "How long will you be by my side and what kind of identity do you hold as of current."

Although he was still angry, Ruan Quixi leaned back against the wall and looked at him casually, and answered succinctly, "At least one copy, Player."

That was enough for him.

"I don't care what your purpose is but since you decided to stay by my side, then you have to be useful."

"Don't follow me to the clearing, when I leave, go to the outer edge of the forest and check something."

"Check what?"

Chu Yi looked darkly at him, "Check to see if we can leave."

*

The clearing was noisy for a moment as the humans were slowly gathered in front of the tree. This the elves were still there but Chu Yi noticed that they were all dressed in pure white robes. At this moment there was a sudden hush over the crowd.

"Elder Ling!–"

Chu Yi turned his head to the side, amidst the greenery, a man, shoulders covered in a pure white shawl slowly walked over. His skin was pale. It stands to reason that with such white skin, a man like this should be sickly and weak but to Chu Yi's surprise, as soon as he looked at the man, a heavy sense of oppression and coldness washed over him!

The Elder Ling in the elves' mouth had long hair, his eyebrows, and eyelashes were as white as snow and when he raised his eyes to look at the people before him, his pupils seemed to have lost all their color.

He didn't address the crowd and his eyes never passed them, he walked in front of the guardian tree and pressed his hands against the bark as if feeling the life there. When he looked up again, there was an extra touch of green in his eyes.

Something was handed to him by the robed elves on the side and he quickly glanced through the list and raised his head to speak.

One by one the soldiers were called and brought away, when they came back, they neither greeted their companions nor spoke of their experience. In a strange and distant silence, they walked away.

At this moment, Chu Yi heard his name being called, his brain turned and his eyes locked with the elders. 

"Come with me."

He wasn't given time to think, like the parting of the red sea, a clear path was formed between him and the elder. He had no other choice but to follow along.

They came to a strange place. Not like a mountain and not like a plateau either but what stood out the most, was the thick layer of snow that picked onto the land. 

Walking behind the strange elder and Ling Zheng, they seemed to pass through seasons.. From the cool and fuzzy warmth of summer, they came to the cold dawn of spring.