EDEH Chapter 71

The car quickly stopped. Cold raindrops hit the window. Huo Yanji got out, took the umbrella from the driver, tilting it slightly toward Sang Jue on the left.

 

Until entering the elevator, Huo Yanji hadn’t answered Sang Jue’s question, his jawline tense.

 

Sang Jue gripped Huo Yanji’s sleeve corner, very conflicted.

 

Did Huo Yanji dislike non-humans? Why did he look unhappy?

 

If he was unwilling to agree to courtship, should he still like him?

 

Would Ji Ji, who valued responsibility above all, think he was dangerous and capture this ‘monster’ for the research institute?

 

Sang Jue’s CPU was about to burn out.

 

Humans were right about some things—when you like someone, you lose your brain and become impulsive easily.

 

For example, just now he impulsively confessed his secret and even proposed courtship.

 

The elevator doors opened. The clothing in his palm was pulled away. Sang Jue pursed his lips, not following immediately.

 

Hearing no movement, Huo Yanji blocked the closing elevator doors, turned back to take Sang Jue’s hand, and led him toward the office.

 

As soon as the door closed, Sang Jue was scooped up by Huo Yanji, who strode toward the sofa.

 

The still-confused little evil dragon blinked, looking at the ground a meter below… Though he was an adult, in Huo Yanji’s hands he was like a doll that could be easily moved around.

 

“Smack”—the evil dragon was completely stunned.

 

When others courted, they were either rejected or accepted, then started kissing, hugging, and being lifted up—

 

He was different. He was directly pressed onto his courtship target’s lap and given a solid slap on the bottom.

 

“Last time you hit me because I broke the sofa. What’s the reason this time?” Sang Jue felt sulky and unhappy.

 

He could be hit, but not without reason.

 

Huo Yanji said: “You really don’t learn.”

 

Sang Jue: “…?”

 

Huo Yanji took a deep breath: “Sang Jue, can you tell such secrets to just anyone?”

 

Sang Jue bit his lip, mumbling: “You should at least confess your species before courtship…”

 

Huo Yanji: “…Species?”

 

Sang Jue blinked, realizing Huo Yanji only thought he was an anomaly among humans, and immediately fell silent.

 

Huo Yanji processed and reviewed the known information, not particularly surprised. Everything had been foretold.

 

How could any human live so purely?

 

Huo Yanji pinched Sang Jue’s chin, tone icy: “Exposing your secret to me—if I wanted to harm you, what would you do?”

 

Sang Jue snorted quietly: “You like me, you can’t bear to.”

 

Huo Yanji: “…”

 

This phrase “you like me” was like when Sang Jue had said “you can’t bear to” before—both very certain and confident.

 

The little evil dragon’s nose was never wrong.

 

“Recently, every time you see me, you have the scent of spring—” Lying on Huo Yanji’s lap, Sang Jue added, “Just like Adjutant Zhang Min when he sees you.”

 

Huo Yanji: “…”

 

In human eyes, ‘monsters’ should be cruel, terrifying, and cunning, but this monster was much purer than humans, always softening hearts.

 

Huo Yanji turned Sang Jue over, recalled for a moment, and asked: “The green fungus was from infection in the sewers last time?”

 

Sang Jue hummed, taking the opportunity to complain: “You set fire to burn me. I almost didn’t escape.”

 

Huo Yanji touched Sang Jue’s hair, but his eyes were extremely dark.

 

“I had to set the fire—it concerned nearly a million lives.” Huo Yanji said, “Sang Jue, like Ling Gen said, sitting in this position, I don’t have the right to act willfully. Every move I make concerns the life and death of human survivors.”

 

Sang Jue said obediently: “I don’t blame you.”

 

Huo Yanji continued: “You let me know your secret. In the future, you’ll likely encounter more of these ‘must do’ situations.”

 

Sang Jue half-understood, saying seriously: “If you harm me, you’ll never see me again.”

 

Then he would leave this planet and never return.

 

After a long while, Huo Yanji said: “That would be best.”

 

Sang Jue said sullenly: “So you’re unwilling to become my mate?”

 

Huo Yanji said: “We’re the same sex.”

 

Sang Jue said: “You said human males can be with males.”

 

Huo Yanji said flatly: “You’re not human. Follow your species’ rules.”

 

“…” The little evil dragon was speechless.

 

What species did he have? He didn’t even know what his true form was.

 

Perhaps having been mentally prepared, Huo Yanji didn’t react strongly to Sang Jue not being human, calmly accepting the fact.

 

Maybe whether Sang Jue was a deviant or non-human didn’t make much difference to him.

 

Huo Yanji said: “You would contaminate me.”

 

Sang Jue said quietly: “I won’t contaminate you… probably.”

 

Huo Yanji asked: “Then what about Old Karl’s corpse?”

 

From Sang Jue’s hesitant reaction, Huo Yanji knew he’d guessed correctly.

 

The mushrooms growing on Old Karl’s body and those abnormalities were indeed related to Sang Jue.

 

Perhaps Sang Jue truly had no contamination properties. After all, Old Karl hadn’t mutated from the mushrooms in the three or four days before his death—the uncontaminated primitive mushrooms only grew on his corpse after death.

 

Sang Jue: “But I’ve been tested and really have no contamination index.”

 

He was somewhat conflicted. The doctor had studied his genes many times and shouldn’t be wrong. He really had no infectivity, otherwise the home planet institute would never let him move around freely.

 

Huo Yanji closed his eyes, voice slightly hoarse: “…I’m also over ten years older than you.”

 

It felt like Huo Yanji originally wanted to say something else, but Sang Jue didn’t pursue it, blinking: “I’m not human, so I might be older than you.”

 

Huo Yanji: “…”

 

Sang Jue sat up, asking seriously: “Am I ugly?”

 

Huo Yanji: “…Not ugly.”

 

Sang Jue asked directly: “Do I have no sexual appeal?”

 

Huo Yanji: “…”

 

Sang Jue answered himself: “I should have some. Every time you help me, you poke me with it, and sometimes when you wake up in the morning, you press against me too.”

 

Huo Yanji looked at Sang Jue, momentarily speechless.

 

Sang Jue said worriedly: “So you won’t agree to my courtship because I’m too poor, or because I’m not human?”

 

He looked into Huo Yanji’s eyes, seriously seeking an answer.

 

After a long while, Huo Yanji looked away: “Neither.”

 

Sang Jue stared for a moment, then directly pounced, extremely fast. So fast that Huo Yanji’s instinctive gun-drawing only made a preparatory motion before his hands were pinned beside his ears.

 

Huo Yanji lay back against the sofa, his eyes darkening further: “Sang Jue, what are you doing?”

 

Sang Jue didn’t know what he wanted to do either.

 

He just thought that if Huo Yanji was unwilling to become his mate, he really wanted to knock him out and take him away. Why choose those unreasonable humans over a considerate, well-behaved evil dragon?

 

The unhappy little evil dragon bit down in one motion.

 

He thought the target would be the Adam’s apple, but it turned out to be a finger.

 

Sharp little fangs ground against the fingertip. From years of handling guns and knives, the fingerprint wasn’t clear enough and had some calluses. Sang Jue’s moist tongue occasionally circled around, dispelling the ferocity of the fangs.

 

“Sang Jue!”

 

After biting for a long while, Sang Jue finally sat up, happening to be in a very delicate position: “Though you say you don’t want me, your body wants it very much.”

 

“…” Huo Yanji said, “If it were anyone else—”

 

Sang Jue directly covered his mouth, saying fiercely: “Don’t say it!”

 

“…”

 

With one hand free, Huo Yanji had a chance to draw his gun and threaten Sang Jue to get down or move away… but in the end he only supported Sang Jue’s waist. The sofa wasn’t as wide as a bed after all—easy to fall off.

 

He said flatly: “If you don’t get down, I’m going to bully you.”

 

Sang Jue directly delivered himself: “If you agree to my courtship, it’s not impossible to let you bully me a little.”

 

“…” Huo Yanji said, “Wait until this crisis ends, then we’ll talk properly.”

 

Sang Jue didn’t want to wait. Waiting was always a long affair.

 

His life wasn’t short, so most of the time he couldn’t feel life passing by. Only when waiting for the doctor to come home at the home planet institute before, and waiting for the mission to complete on this planet now, did he feel time was too long.

 

Sang Jue slowly lay down on Huo Yanji, listening to the powerful heartbeat in his chest. His lips occasionally brushed the Adam’s apple, as if wanting to bite but restraining himself.

 

He said sullenly: “You don’t like me as much as I like you. That’s not fair.”

 

It was the same emotionless tone as usual, but Huo Yanji inexplicably heard “grievance” in it.

 

He closed his eyes, admitting defeat, stroking Sang Jue’s nape: “It’s not unfair.”

 

Sang Jue blinked, his brain taking a moment to understand: “So you do like me as much as I like you?”

 

After looking at each other for a while, Huo Yanji sighed silently: “Yes.”

 

The little evil dragon was happy again.

 

He nuzzled against Huo Yanji’s neck, the soft hair tickling, with one or two strands brushing his lips.

 

Huo Yanji tilted his head back, restraining himself: “Sang Jue, get down.”

 

“No.”

 

Sang Jue bit down on the Adam’s apple with the excitement of successful hunting.

 

Huo Yanji suddenly said: “The evil dragon that Councilor Lance saw was you?”

 

The torn sofa and traces in the house had actually explained many things, but he hadn’t pursued it.

 

Sang Jue answered vaguely: “He was too cowardly. I didn’t do anything and he wet himself in fear, then passed out.”

 

Huo Yanji: “To get the ‘Dawn No. 2’ documents?”

 

Sang Jue gave a muffled hum: “I asked you, but you didn’t want to come with me, so I could only think of other ways.”

 

Huo Yanji: “How did you become human?”

 

Sang Jue immediately said keenly: “I didn’t kill anyone.”

 

“It would be fine if you killed someone, as long as they weren’t innocent.” Huo Yanji’s forearm spanned Sang Jue’s waist. Taking advantage of when Sang Jue loosened his bite, he suddenly flipped him underneath, pinning his slender wrists above his head. “So, you wouldn’t lose order no matter what creature infected you?”

 

Sang Jue slowly hummed acknowledgment.

 

Huo Yanji continued: “Your true form is an evil dragon?”

 

Sang Jue blinked and hummed again.

 

It was better not to confess everything first. For humanity’s sake, Ji Ji might have thoughts of studying him, but if he said his true form was an evil dragon, Ji Ji could first go after this planet’s native evil dragons instead, so neither would have burdens.

 

He was so clever.

 

Huo Yanji asked: “Have you finished telling all your secrets?”

 

Sang Jue hesitated and shook his head: “You said if I don’t want to say something, I don’t have to.”

 

Huo Yanji hummed: “Then don’t say it, and don’t tell anyone else either.”

 

Sang Jue suddenly felt that Huo Yanji was truly an anomaly among humans.

 

Humans all had strong curiosity and desire to explore everything, but Huo Yanji didn’t want to know his secrets.

 

But this wasn’t important. What mattered was that Huo Yanji said he liked him as much as he liked Huo Yanji.

 

Sang Jue experienced excitement for the first time, as if something had struck his heart. His whole being became dizzy and light-headed, his tail emerging from between his legs like it was drunk, hooking around Huo Yanji’s leg bend and boldly pulling him down.

 

He wanted to snuggle.

 

He also wanted to ask if they could ‘help’ each other in the office, but his stomach untimely rumbled twice.

 

The sky had already darkened. He’d been hurriedly brought away from the apartment without eating the dinner in the fridge.

 

Huo Yanji tried to get up: “What do you want to eat? I’ll have someone bring it.”

 

Sang Jue hooked around Huo Yanji’s neck, hanging on him like a koala and rising with him, saying boldly: “I want to eat you.”

 

Huo Yanji: “…”

 

Sang Jue’s “I want to eat you” had no sexual implications—it was purely literal.

 

He was just very excited and didn’t want to leave Huo Yanji for even a moment. He wanted to imprison him nearby, preferably circling him with his tail and wrapping him in dragon wings, so he would belong completely to himself.

 

In human terms—very satisfying.

 

“Can I let out my dragon wings?”

 

“No.” Huo Yanji sat on the sofa, supporting Sang Jue’s waist. “Unless you want to demolish this place.”

 

Sang Jue said: “But don’t you want to see my true form? It’s very handsome.”

 

Huo Yanji: “When there’s a bigger space.”

 

“Oh.”

 

Huo Yanji made a phone call to have two dinners delivered.

 

He stroked Sang Jue’s nape, asking: “So you ate all three supposedly hidden gems?”

 

He’d indeed heard that evil dragons from the Blissful Eye area occasionally fed on gems, but without concrete evidence, it had always been treated as rumor.

 

Sang Jue nodded.

 

Huo Yanji said flatly: “Such good teeth? Let me see.”

 

Sang Jue obediently opened his mouth wide.

 

Huo Yanji had spoken casually, but seeing Sang Jue take it seriously, his eyes immediately darkened.

 

He touched Sang Jue’s tail with one hand—of course, Sang Jue had voluntarily offered it—and explored Sang Jue’s mouth with the other, touching the two sharp little fangs. With the foreign object entering, the tongue’s space immediately became smaller, and no matter how much he tried to avoid it, he would touch the skin of the fingers.

 

Huo Yanji paused for a full three seconds, eyes dark, forcibly restraining the urge to thrust twice, and withdrew his slightly wet fingers.

 

He reminded: “This is an office.”

 

Sang Jue said bluntly: “But I want it, and you want it too.”

 

Outside the high-rise, the sky was dim with wind and rain. Sang Jue had become a new point of conflict between deviants and ordinary people, with tensions ready to ignite at any moment.

 

Yet the two protagonists of their attention were doing intimate things in the solemn, gloomy office atop the gray high-rise.

 

The air immediately became burning hot. Sang Jue pressed against Huo Yanji’s shoulder, but his tail honestly circled Huo Yanji’s waist. Though it was like the previous times—simple assistance—it somehow felt different.

 

More satisfying.

 

Huo Yanji said hoarsely: “Endure it. There’s no place to wash here… Only when I say you can.”

 

Sang Jue whimpered twice.

 

Huo Yanji didn’t answer two calls from subordinates, until someone knocked on the office door.

 

Sang Jue whispered softly: “It’s Adjutant Zhang Min… he likes you.”

 

Huo Yanji slightly lifted himself, not saying “come in” as usual, asking without turning back: “What is it?”

 

Zhang Min outside the door answered: “Sir, there’s a woman outside the south gate who brought a hundred missing ‘failed genetic test’ residents from other safe zones, specifically asking to see you… and Sang Jue.”

 

Huo Yanji’s pressure suddenly increased, only hearing Sang Jue’s muffled grunt, his ears turning red, the tail around his waist tightening suddenly, and saying quietly: “The clothes are dirty.”

 

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