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Bright red blood suddenly spurted from the gaping hole in S1's chest and splattering onto Qi Yang's pale face like tiny, delicate flowers, blooming with a mesmerizing beauty.
Qi Yang's fingers trembled as he held the large stone and was barely able to keep his grip.
An overwhelming amount of blood gushed from S1's mouth, with even more continuously streaming down the corners of his lips. But the sudden voice that emerged was the reality Qi Yang least wanted to face.
He abruptly looked up as his gaze falling into a pair of dark, icy eyes, and then—
The world spun violently.
"Thud—"
The blood-stained stone was flung away before crashing into a nearby rock with a loud clatter.
The white lab coat he wore was already tattered, stained with dust and blood, and now, due to their positions, it was pressed against the sandy ground by the man beneath him—S1.
Some torn black fabric hung down that contrasted with the white coat and created an oddly beautiful juxtaposition.
Qi Yang stared blankly at the man pinning him down.
"Drip, drip—"
Drops of blood fell from the man's mouth and onto Qi Yang's face before sliding down the curve of his cheek to the corner of his lips.
Qi Yang extended his tongue and lightly licked it.
Sweet.
There was no trace of anger left in S1's eyes.
His deep, dark pupils, which seemed eternally devoid of any light, now reflected Qi Yang's slightly bewildered face.
Blood still trickled from the corner of his mouth, but it was gradually ceasing, and even the gaping hole in his chest was slowly healing.
"Why?"
A hoarse voice, as if grating against sandpaper, suddenly spoke.
Qi Yang was stunned. "What?"
"Why... did you wait until now to kill me?"
Qi Yang remained silent but did not answer.
"Since I gained consciousness, it's been five days. You've been watching, talking and even harboring the intent to kill, but you never acted. What made you decide to do it tonight?"
A cold breeze swept across the calm sea and dispersed the thick scent of blood in the air.
Qi Yang said nothing.
S1's grip on Qi Yang's hands tightened further with his teeth clenched, and fresh blood began to trickle from the corners of his mouth.
"I thought today might be my last chance. If I didn't act now, I might never be able to kill you." Qi Yang's sigh carried a distant echo in the heavy night. "But I was wrong. If... I had known you were conscious five days ago, I wouldn't have waited this long."
A fleeting look of despair and hurt flashed through those dark pupils.
S1 gazed quietly at Qi Yang, but the latter seemed unwilling to meet his eyes as he instead turned his gaze away. Thus, Qi Yang didn't see the sorrowful, lonely expression that appeared on S1's face—a face so perfect it seemed like a masterpiece of nature, unmarred even by the blood.
Life and death had already faded, and now, those eyes were slowly being consumed by endless loneliness.
"Mmm..."
Without any warning, S1 suddenly leaned forward and forcefully kissed Qi Yang's dry, thin lips.
Fresh blood still flowed from his mouth as their lips and tongues fiercely intertwined, as if dedicating all their life and spirit to this moment.
S1's almost brutal kiss initially left Qi Yang at a loss, but soon, he began to relax.
When the restraints on his hands were suddenly released, Qi Yang tightly embraced the other's waist before fully immersing himself in responding to this unexpected kiss.
S1's tongue that had a taste of sweet blood, breached Qi Yang's teeth before wildly licking and biting every inch of his mouth, roughly scraping over the rough palate.
As they sucked and drew every drop of Vital Essence from each other's mouths, a soul-trembling sensation overwhelmed them both that made it impossible to pull away.
With a sudden force, Qi Yang pressed the other beneath him.
When they parted, a silvery thread of saliva lingered between them, unwilling to separate.
The heavy breathing and the erotic scent in the air made it impossible for even the most rational person to remain calm, and Qi Yang gazed dazedly at the man beneath him.
Their eyes met for only a brief moment, yet it felt as long as a lifetime.
It was unclear who made the first move or who first conceived such a desperate thought.
Since they were to die together, then first—
They would live together.
Beneath every word of "I will kill you" lay an unspoken "I don't want to kill you."
The racial opposition and inevitable war, on this lonely little island, ultimately became the least of their concerns.
The cumbersome clothing was stripped off and disdainfully thrown onto a solitary rock.
S1's body was a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship, but now, a grotesque and massive wound marred his left chest.
When Qi Yang tore open the tattered black clothing, the wound came into view.
His heart trembled, and a sliver of reason returned to his mind. But before he could think further, S1 forcefully pressed him down onto the rough, sandy ground.
With just a slight tug, the damaged fabric was ripped apart.
A kiss, filled with desperate passion, was enough to make Qi Yang forget everything he had just thought of.
Love and hate balanced each other in the cold, biting night, with the ceaseless sound of waves crashing against the shore in the background, and the island filled with soft, arousing moans.
When the moonlight gently bathed the island, the handsome man, Qi Yang, had already fallen into a deep sleep, but the perfectly sinister Mutated Beast remained awake.
He gazed silently at the unconscious man for a long time with his eyes tracing every inch of his body.
If Qi Yang had looked at S1 with deep love before deciding to kill him, then...
S1 was now gazing at the sleeping man with a love so intense it bordered on despair.
He used all his energy to imprint every expression, every strand of hair, every breath, and even every cell of this man into his mind, as if closing his eyes would mean losing him forever.
After an unknown amount of time, a deep sigh escaped from S1's throat.
He lowered his head as his slightly long black hair completely obscured the expression on his face.
Without doing anything else, S1 bent down and gently embraced Qi Yang in his arms.
Danger and ruthlessness were his exterior, coldness and heartlessness were his weapons.
But when none of this could stop the emotions that welled up from the depths of his heart, when each pursuit failed to eliminate this man even when everything seemed to be on the brink of destruction, it was already destined—
He had fallen in love with this man.
Once, he thought he longed for this man to be destroyed by his own hands.
Once, he thought he longed for this man to experience the pain of every wound he had endured.
But when his powerful self-healing ability allowed all 619 of those past wounds to heal, he gradually realized—
What I remember most is actually the endless loneliness and solitude in your eyes.
We are lonely, we are solitary.
What are you afraid of? What am I expecting?
You once said that I am a Subordinate Being.
Then...
Is what you truly desire still that virtual version of him?
Then, Yang...
In the name of the King, I grant your wish, may you—
Live in peace for a lifetime.