This Damned Thirst for Survival

The black fog darted swiftly through the corridor, rampant, and when it reached the door of an unoccupied room, it slammed it open.

The wooden door slammed loudly against the wall, and in the next instant it slammed shut again with a monster-like black mist.

The walls seemed to tremble with it.

Jiang Luo was thrown into bed.

The cool surface of the bed brings Jiang Luo a sense of clarity.

He opened his eyes with a low curse, his fingers clutching the sheets, his eyes bright as starlight with anger, and looked up at Chi You standing at the end of the bed.

Chi You emerges from the black mist, his lips pursed, his hair dishevelled and his suit surprisingly rumpled. He looks as if he has arrived in a hurry, his usual elegance wrapped in irritation and gloom, a strand of black hair falling around his haunted brow, Chi You with his hands in his trouser pockets, looking at Jiang Luo with uncertainty and anger.

The eyes are terrible.

Jiang Luo gritted his teeth, his vision blurred by the flames preventing him from seeing Chi You’s face.

It was like a raging fire, or a calm but turbulent sea.

Soon, the cool sheets are also stained by Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo’s breathing was ragged, he exhaled a ragged breath and tried to remain calm, “If you’re still going to stand still, please go out and close the door and get me another person, please.”

His throat ached, but he rolled uncontrollably, beads of sweat lining his slender neck like pearls, smooth and crystalline, inviting to taste. He added, “Remember to be clean and look good for a bit.”

And finally a polite, “Thank you.”

As he finished this paragraph, the breath from the evil spirit choked, and then it rolled over more viciously.

Jiang Luo was equally annoyed and thought, “What the fuck are you so angry about?

What did I say that was wrong?

Jiang Luo’s mind is spinning with sickness and fire, and he doesn’t have the time or the inclination to continue this stalemate with Chi You. If he can, he can, or he can’t, he doesn’t have the patience to play a guessing game with Chi You. His tone sank, “Don’t you fucking-” Don’t keep me from having a good time with someone.

Jiang Luo’s side sinks.

The demon’s long legs bend up, one kneeling at the side of Jiang Luo’s leg, and he bends down from above, his eyes dark as an abyss, full of madness and malice, with a darkness hidden in them, and a certain invisible but chilling terror hidden in them.

He leans over Jiang Luo, whose two hands are clutched above his head and squeezed, and whose jaw is heavily squeezed by him.

He surprisingly still smelled of rotting earth.

Jiang Luo’s breathing quickened, and he fought not to look too distressed. His eyes burned red and his lips were tinged with an intoxicating blush, his eyes struggling between lust and reason, a struggle so captivating that the way he looked at Chi You provocatively made Chi You want to crush his jaw and devour him whole.

Jiang Luo’s skin is hot, but the evil spirit’s body is as cold as ice.

“I really want to kill you,” the evil spirit looked down at Jiang Luo almost indifferently, as if he were looking at a mole that had nothing to do with him, and his tone was ripple-free indifferent, “one illness can make you so weak that you might as well be the first to die at my hands. ”

If one ignores the desire that is gradually awakening beneath him, and the force with which he grinds Jiang Luo’s skin harder and harder, the evil spirit’s words seem as if they are true.

Jiang Luo tilts his head back, his arms and legs are weak, he has no strength to struggle, nor does he care to. The dizziness grew heavier and heavier, his cheeks rolled, as if he was burning heavily to the point of delirium, and as if he was starting to lack oxygen from the internal fire.

So hard.

If you can’t solve his hard feelings, get out.

The evil spirit muttered to himself, “All those losers could make you flee in such a mess, you disappoint me, perhaps I was wrong about you, you simply cannot be my opponent and are not worthy of my different eyes.”

The dark-haired youth’s lips burned, and his neck, along with his collarbone, was right under the evil spirit’s nose. The more the evil spirit spoke, the more an inexplicable fire in his heart grew irritable and hostile, but strangely enough, there was a fair amount of anger mixed in with this fire.

Why is there anger?

While the evil spirit’s frown deepens, his hand uncontrollably kneads Jiang Luo’s lips, his teeth white, his tongue bright red, but Jiang Luo opens his mouth and bites the evil spirit’s fingers.

Jiang Luo’s voice was low and gritty, “Go away, I’m not interested in you anymore.”

What’s all the pussy talk for? We’re not familiar enough to lie in bed and talk about it. If you don’t want to do it, if you don’t want to make me feel good, then change to someone who can make me feel good.

As if he could hear the words in his heart, the temperature in the room suddenly lowered, and the next moment, Jiang Luo’s earlobe hurt, and the evil spirit bit the flesh of his earlobe, as if he wanted to chew him up, and his tone was suppressed into an emotionally unchanging one, “Then who are you interested in?”

Jiang Luo let out a gasp and had a moment of clarity.

The sound of this voice shattered the evil spirit’s pretensions and the dark fire in his eyes flashed as he kissed down without a word, landing on the neck not as a kiss, but as a real ‘nibble’. Jiang Luo tilted his head back and let him kiss him, and for a moment began to wonder if he had done it with Chi You this time, would it have been good or bad?

But then he realises that, for better or worse, he and Chi You have no chance of being anything other than enemies. Chi You would never change his attitude towards him because of something like this, and he would never let Chi You off the hook for it. He could use Chi You as a tool for his own comfort, and then throw it away when he was done, and no one would be bothered.

Jiang Luo’s last fears were completely forgotten, and how Chi You felt about him? Well, knowing Chi You, he’d come all the way here because he had a joke to tell.

As for up and being up …… Jiang Luo, even though he wanted to squash the evil spirits, he was not an impractical person, knowing full well that he was definitely no match for Chi You now with his sickness and weakness from the herbs.

Taking the lower position is by no means a fall from grace, and as long as Jiang Luo is made comfortable so that he can break free of this damned drug effect for good, he’s okay with it.

Jiang Luo grunted as the pain in her neck intensified, and suddenly pushed him away with the last of her strength, stumbling out of bed and heading for the bathroom.

The evil spirit who had been pushed down on the bed seemed to be tinged with shortness of breath as well. He raised himself slightly, his eyes looking deeply at Jiang Luo’s back, and got up to follow him.

The pace is unhurried, but by no means slow.

A blouse of Jiang Luo’s is thrown in front of the bathroom door.

Chi You picked up the top and looked up to see that the bathroom door had been left open and, looking through the gap, Jiang Luo’s trousers were still lying on the floor inside the bathroom.

In front of his trousers is none other than the dark-haired youth barefoot under a lotus head.

The evil spirit looked fixedly for a few seconds, and the beardless heart seemed to beat again.

The drumming, the noise, the “pounding, pounding”.

He opened the door and closed it again abruptly before the fog spilled out.

Shut the bath scent out of the door and let the water dew cover the frosted glass door.

Jiang Luo glances back at Chi You from underwater, his black hair snaking down his back like pure black from the waters of hell.

The evil spirit went underwater and approached Jiang Luo infinitely closer.

Jiang Luo’s breathing is still uncomfortable, his nostrils slightly blocked, but his voice sensual, probably because he has a cold. He is kissed by the evil spirit, pinned against the cold wall, his clothes soaking wet, the smell of mud and rotting leaves slowly fading from his body.

One by one, warmless kisses fall on Jiang Luo, who frowns and gasps more and more heavily as the evil spirit’s palms knead up his legs, teasing him to the hilt.

“It’s hot,” the evil spirit exclaimed, “so you get so hot when you have a fever.”

Jiang Luo twitched his eyebrows.

Absurd fears rise violently in the mind.

He looks like this and Chi You still think he’s running a fever?

He can’t be ignorant of such things by now, can he?

Although Jiang Luo likes clean people – he’s a first-timer himself, after all – he’s now a little panicky, thinking that he might as well roll with Chi You as someone more experienced.

But what’s done is done and there’s no room to backtrack.

Jiang Luo cursed and pulled Chi You’s collar to his eyes, his eyes ruthless as he warned, “Chi You, if you play me too far, I’ll kill you when it’s over.”

“-there is no room for negotiation.”

The irritable fire in the evil spirit’s heart suddenly dissipated, and an unspeakable excitement that made his fingers tremble wrapped around all his nerves. Chi You was silent for a few seconds, he hid these overwhelming emotions beneath a perfect surface, smiled low and wrapped his arms around Jiang Luo’s waist, “You are my precious ‘lover’, how could I play with you?”

Jiang Luo gave him a deep look and turned away. He closed his eyes in shame, and when he opened them again, there was no half-hearted hesitation on his face.

In a commanding tone, he said, “First, let me start with the easy ones to get used to.”

The dark-haired youth half-turned his head, impatience and flamboyance mingling at his brow as he took control of all the processes in his hands, urging without question, “Come on, reach out.”

……

Chi You’s theoretical knowledge is by no means as extensive as Jiang Luo’s.

The evil spirit followed the dark-haired youth’s teachings, and it was as if he had suddenly come into contact with a new world. The novelty in his eyes turns to a dark excitement, the madness is evident in his movements, the corners of his mouth rise higher and higher, but his eyes never leave Jiang Luo. They returned from the bathroom to the bed, which was drenched with rain and dew, and the human, already hardened by the long wait, bit his lips, only to have them forcefully snatched away by the evil spirit and tasted in his mouth.

The temperature is so low that the friction between the cold and the hot is so pleasant that you can’t help but sigh.

Before the evil spirit entered, Jiang Luo looked at his sweaty face, at the faint red glint in his dark eyes, the look of a hungry beast looking at its prey, and once again the sense of crisis rose instinctively and sobered him up for a moment.

Jiang Luo hesitated for a few moments before he finally yanked off the evil spirit’s head in a rude gesture, saying, “This was an accident, and only an accident. Chi You, after this time you get what you want, and I get what I want. What we were is what we will be, and absolutely nothing will change.”

“And definitely, definitely not a second time.”

The evil spirit tugged at his lips, “Of course.”

Chi You is a man who is averse to new things, and what he gets, he easily discards, and Jiang Luo is no exception.

While thinking this, the evil spirit moved in what he thought was a slow and deliberate manner.

But he could not see how eager and exuberant his movements were.

Chi You had sweat rolling down his face because of Jiang Luo and it was hard to hold back.

In between his school flats, in the boxes, in the alleys, in everything Jiang Luo looked at him in between the eyes.

He used to think that it was just the result of his connivance.

He can do whatever he wants to achieve his ends and can control all his desires regarding himself at will.

But when he really felt Jiang Luo, Chi You’s mind went blank for a moment.

The sound of bedding rubbing and Jiang Luo’s muffled grunts amplified over and over again in his ears, the sound of the sea and the inconsequential wind all fading away to crumbs.

The purpose, the plan is far from the evil spirit’s mind in this moment.

Jiang Luo has a fever, a very hot, compulsive fever.

Unparalleled pleasure swept through every nerve in the villain’s body in an instant, as if a bomb had exploded in the villain’s mind. In another instant, the dark-haired youth who was enduring the pain looked at him in disbelief.

The handsome, peerless face of the evil spirit darkened abruptly, as if it were a drop of ink.