GBT Chapter 45
by Volare“Yu Ling…” Jiao Bai touched the cloth over his eyes with one hand and waved the other outside the barrel, calling out deliriously, “Yu Ling… Yu Ling…”
Again and again, like a pine needle scorched by fire, gently stirring the damp, restless air.
The water in the wooden barrel suddenly swayed, and something was thrown in, splashing water and landing at Jiao Bai’s feet.
It was an ice pack.
Then a few more fell in, scattered around Jiao Bai.
The water in the wooden barrel became bone-chillingly cold, and cold mist swirled upwards.
Jiao Bai’s eyelids under the bandage twitched incessantly. His whole body ached, as if countless small knives were poking at his bones.
The tips of the knives were even polished.
Jiao Bai couldn’t crouch any longer and sat down in the wooden barrel, his head tilted to the edge of the barrel. The black cloth and his pale skin formed a strong, scalp-tingling visual impact.
This contrast of colors, mixed with suppressed and sticky breathing sounds, could easily ignite the beast in a person’s blood.
However, the audience present was not ordinary. Because of his identity, he had experienced too many temptations of money or flesh, and his composure had long reached an inhuman level.
Therefore, Yu Ling methodically held the showerhead and kept rinsing Jiao Bai with water.
Only,
Yu Ling’s gaze was fixed on the bathroom ceiling.
Since some time, he had not looked down once.
The water in the wooden barrel was full and overflowing, continuously, and the drain couldn’t swallow it fast enough.
The water level in the bathroom had already flooded Yu Ling’s leather boots, but he stood as steady as a rock.
The drug Yu Xiang used was from the military, inaccessible to ordinary people and impossible to resist. Jiao Bai, with his weak constitution, would have given up long ago if his belief wasn’t strong enough. But even so, he had reached his limit, and his consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred.
“Don’t… don’t pour water… help me… Yu Ling… help me…”
Jiao Bai stretched out his arms, the fabric clinging to his icy skin dripping water. Driven by his will to survive, he kept asking Yu Ling for help, not even knowing what he was saying.
The only response he received was cold water. Icy cold, it pierced through the crown of his head, penetrating his shivering body, nailing him to the wooden barrel.
I’m going to die, he thought. I’m going to die.
Jiao Bai’s chin was suddenly pinched, and his teeth were forced open under the force. Something salty and hard pressed against his lips, accompanied by two deep, thick syllables, “Bite down.”
Jiao Bai unconsciously did as he was told.
A stream of warm liquid flowed into his mouth, and he subconsciously made a swallowing motion.
When his will recovered a little, he realized that he was holding a piece of flesh in his mouth, embedded between his teeth.
Did I drink blood?
No way? Definitely not! No, no, no! No… way?
The taste of blood and sweetness told him that he had drunk it.
Jiao Bai’s brain roared, as if struck by lightning. He didn’t know where the strength came from, but he yanked the cloth off his eyes.
Then,
He saw Yu Ling arching his back, his knees against the wooden barrel, a section of his forearm near his mouth.
Jiao Bai suddenly woke up. He spat out the flesh from Yu Ling’s forearm. The area was pale, without blood, obviously having been sucked many times. Jiao Bai felt a wave of nausea and gagged.
“What are you doing?”
The moment he shouted, Jiao Bai realized that his energy wasn’t too bad, and the bones in his body didn’t hurt so much.
His expression changed constantly, and he thought to himself, “What the hell?”
Does Yu Ling’s blood have the effect of strengthening the body?
Jiao Bai tore off all the loose cloth from his face, held it between his fingers, and thought, “No wonder it’s a bloody comic world.”
After imprisonment, kidnapping, and drugging, now there’s blood-feeding.
Jiao Bai was about to get up, but fell back down, his weak limbs once again entwined with a stream of hot temperature: “No, I can’t yet…”
He gasped, his eyelashes trembling violently: “Continue.”
Jiao Bai meant to continue pouring water.
Yu Ling glanced at the wound on his forearm, then took out his army knife and cut again, handing it over.
A streak of blood meandered along the bronze-colored muscle lines.
Jiao Bai only struggled for a few seconds before rudely leaning in, his red eyes glaring at Yu Ling, “I was harmed by your brother like this. You’re also involved! Nothing would have happened if you hadn’t tied me up!”
Yu Ling silently pushed his forearm into the mouth of the vengeful young man, without even frowning. He had been injected with many drugs during his missions, and his blood had a certain antibody effect.
That was all, not a miracle cure.
It could only make this young man suffer a little less while fighting the effects of the drug.
“Mmm…”
Jiao Bai’s breathing became lighter and more delicate.
Yu Ling’s forearm wound was covered with a soft, icy sensation, rubbing back and forth, as if a kitten was purring while eating. His upturned jawline twitched, and a few seconds later, he suddenly put the showerhead in the wooden barrel and quickly left the bathroom.
Jiao Bai moved his eyelids, dazed and slow. He licked off the blood hanging from the corner of his mouth and sank into the wooden barrel, completely immersed.
A moment later, Yu Ling returned to the bathroom. He lifted Jiao Bai, who was still immersed in the wooden barrel, a little, then removed the cover of the drain to drain the muddy water.
Jiao Bai glanced at him vaguely.
Then he was splashed with a face full of cold water.
“Damn…” Jiao Bai choked. The two hands he had been holding onto the wooden barrel instantly tightened, and he coughed intermittently, his shoulder blades shaking.
Like a butterfly that had fallen into the water, struggling to fly.
The line of Yu Ling’s lips tightened even more. He stood by the wooden barrel and continued his previous work. His head was still tilted back, looking at the ceiling.
It seemed that as long as he looked down, he would fall into some Avici hell, or perhaps a paradise on earth.
Jiao Bai stayed in the wooden barrel until the second half of the night. After enduring it for several hours, he was not completely unconscious when Yu Ling carried him out.
“Give me a massage on my tailbone…” Jiao Bai couldn’t open his eyes, and groped to grab Yu Ling, grabbing him on his wound. His pale, wrinkled fingertips instinctively pinched it, like a drowning man grabbing driftwood, “Massage it for me.”
“Change your clothes first.” Yu Ling let him hold him.
Jiao Bai had no energy to change. He lay drowsily. After who knew how long, his wet clothes were gone, and a large blanket wrapped him up.
After his tailbone was massaged for a while, Jiao Bai relaxed. He sheathed his thorns and lay in the blanket, his eyelashes tightly closed, wet with cold sweat and physiological tears, and entered a dream.
Quiet and obedient.
Yu Ling put the air conditioner remote control on the cabinet. He went to the bathroom, picked up his bandage from the wooden barrel, and without squeezing the water out, wrapped it around his wrist.
When the door was opened, Yu Xiang, who was sitting on the floor, didn’t raise his head. His face and chin were covered with tear stains, his eyes were red and swollen, and his mouth was broken by his teeth, covered with solidified blood.
Yu Ling closed the door behind him and heard his brother’s extremely resentful voice.
“I thought you tied him up so I could fulfill my dreams, but it turns out you have selfish motives!”
Yu Xiang’s fingers dug into the floor crevices, his nails split. He didn’t know how many times he had scratched. He muttered to himself, “It’s my fault, all my fault. I should have been more careful when I was organizing the photos, so you wouldn’t have seen them…”
Then he jumped up, pointed at his brother’s nose, and cursed loudly, his voice hoarse and grief-stricken, “I finally found someone I liked from head to toe, even his pitted fingernails I found cute. You had to snatch him from me. You know how miserable I’ve been in this age of drift and fall, Captain Yu! You’re driving your brother to his death!”
Yu Ling ignored his nonsense and walked upstairs, his soles full of water, leaving a string of wet footprints with each step.
A series of messy footsteps followed. Yu Ling was pulled back and let his brother sniff him.
Yu Xiang didn’t smell what he expected, and his face finally wasn’t so ugly: “How did you get Gua Gua to resolve the drug’s effects?”
“Cold water.” Yu Ling said in a deep voice.
“…Gua Gua must have felt so uncomfortable.” Yu Xiang muttered. Under his brother’s silent accusation, he shrank his neck and shouted pretentiously, “Don’t you like him? Why didn’t you use the simplest and most effective method to help him get through it? Are you impotent?”
Yu Ling continued upstairs.
“My sisters in the group said that Gua Gua’s cherry is still there, why didn’t you take the opportunity to get it?” Yu Xiang was still shouting. His high IQ was limited to his academics and couldn’t be integrated into other fields. There were still many things he didn’t understand, like this. But his brother wouldn’t explain it to him.
“Never mind…”
Yu Xiang looked at the family photo on the wall. There were no parents in it, only him and his brother. It wasn’t dusty, and it was often wiped.
As if he had made a great determination, with a heart-wrenching pain, his face twisted, he repeated, “Never mind, never mind.”
“Never mind, Gua Gua is younger than me, and I can’t be a top anyway. I imagined that scene many times at the door, and found that it was still not harmonious. I can’t be a weeping top.” Yu Xiang murmured painfully, gritted his teeth and yelled at his brother, “Let him be my sister-in-law!”
Yu Ling was going upstairs, without giving any response.
“Brother, don’t let me down.” Yu Xiang “crunched” a few times on his nails, chewed and spat them out. He threatened nervously, “Otherwise, I’ll run away from home!”
Yu Xiang said and opened the door to the room, squatted by the bed, and watched the sleeping person without blinking.
Upstairs, Yu Ling took the gun from behind his waist and put it on the table. He faced the balcony and the night, with his back to the gun wall.
“Splash—”
A soft sound suddenly exploded at Yu Ling’s feet, staining a small patch of wetness.
It was the water from the bandage on his wrist.
“Tsk.”
Yu Ling seemed to have tasted something. Now that he thought about it, a vague syllable rubbed between his lips and teeth. He lit a cigarette, strode to the balcony, leaned his upper body on the railing, and smoked it one puff at a time.
The smoke climbed up his sharp, mature face, masking his faintly surging expression.