After The Abyss Dragon Woke Up

After the training, Shi'an lowered his eyes to feel that the magic power he had obtained near the crack in the abyss a while ago had been basically completely absorbed at this moment.

Great, it seems that I can be lazy later.

He breathed a sigh of relief without a trace.

Although the training designed by Zhuo Fu is really useful for him, but...

It's really exhausting!

After all, Shi'an still prefers to lie on the bed playing games and eating snacks rather than sweating in the training ground.

If it wasn't for regaining strength as soon as possible and returning to the house dragon with a large number of treasures, Shi An would not do such bitter and tiring things.

Shi An dragged his sour body out of the training ground.

Mu Heng was still standing where he was just now.

The steel-blue eyes were half-hidden under the long eyelashes, and they were looking in this direction intently. Their eyes were dark and cold, and they couldn't tell what they were thinking.

"It's over?" he asked.

Shi'an lowered his eyes sluggishly, as if his energy had been exhausted.

He didn't directly answer Mu Heng's question, but just nodded slightly.

Mu Heng's eyes moved slightly.

The face of the former boy was red, perhaps because of the exercise that he had just finished, his breathing was a little uneven, and a thin layer of sweat was covered from his forehead to the tip of his nose.

For unknown reasons, he suddenly recalled the dream he had made in Irvine District.

The dream was very vague, and only a few fragments remained after waking up.

Even if I tried to think back, it was as if I was separated by a layer of gauze tent, and I couldn't see exactly what happened anyway.

But I don't know why, at this moment, more images are pouring from the depths of memory.

The crimson ear tips, evasive and trembling whimpers, the hazy mist in the black eyes.

The boy lay unsuspectingly in his arms, with his forehead resting on his shoulders, trembling gasps overflowed, and gently swept across his heart, trembling from head to toe.

And his hands...

Mu Heng frowned slightly and fell into thought.

What is holding in his hand?

I can't remember anymore.

At this moment, Zhuo Fu, wearing a white coat, walked out of the control room on the side, breaking the stillness floating in the air:

"Awesome, really amazing."

He shook his head and slapped his tongue: "Seriously, this is the first time I have seen such rapid progress when I grow up like this..."

Zhuo Fu looked at Shi An with fiery eyes, as if he wanted to rush up and study him carefully up and down: "An An, when will you come next time?"

Mu Heng frowned, his eyes cold.

Shi An answered honestly:

"It shouldn't be here recently."

As if there was a thunderbolt on the sunny day, Zhuo Fu was silly: "Isn't coming? Why, why?"

Shi An didn't change his face: "Too tired."

And the most important thing is that the magic power he swallowed before has been completely absorbed, and there is no need to come again.

Zhuo Fu hurriedly overtook the first few steps:

"Don't come, I, I can help you adjust the intensity..."

Shi An thought for a while, then asked, "Can it be lower than sleep?"

Zhuo Fu: "..."

This is beyond my ability.

He did not give up on the first few steps: "Speaking of which I have a few projects here recently, An An, please see if you are interested..."

Before Zhuo Fu finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mu Heng.

The other person stepped forward calmly, with gloved palms resting naturally on Shi'an's shoulders, revealing a quiet exclusivity: "You have nothing else to do? We are leaving."

Zhuo Fu: "..."

Grass.

He swallowed the rest of the words aggrievedly.

Shi An was unaware of the dark tide between the two humans before him.

He waved to Zhuo Fu, then turned and walked out.

Mu Heng did not immediately follow.

He stared at Zhuo Fu and said calmly: "An An's nickname, don't use it in the future."

Zhuo Fu was stunned for a moment, but didn't react for a while:

"Huh? Shi An doesn't like it?"

Mu Heng's expression was faint: "I don't like it."

After speaking, he turned around and walked out, leaving Zhuo Fu alone in silence.

Watching the man's fading back, Zhuo Fu slowly gritted his teeth.

……Are you sick! !

It sounds like someone really dares to **** someone from you!

You lend me eight courage, I dare not!

Shi An was wandering outside the door.

I don’t know why, I obviously praised the dragon so much, but as the enemy of the dragon, Mu Heng’s attitude towards him seems to have not changed at all... Is it possible that praise of the enemy doesn’t work for Mu Heng? Is it?

Shi An was worried.

How does it work?

At this time, Shi An's eyes lit up, as if suddenly thinking of something.

He took out his phone, typed "Mu Heng" into the browser, and pressed the search button.

As the strongest man in humanity, the information on Mu Heng on the Internet is very rich, but most of them are about his record and status, and the personal information about him is pitiful.

Shi An searched for a long time without finding anything related to Mu Heng himself.

He thought for a few seconds and re-entered the search keyword:

"What does Mu Heng hate?"

The browser interface stopped spinning, and a new page jumped out.

This time, there is no official website that jumped out anymore. Most of the forum posts appeared.

But the answer to this question is still a mystery.

It seems that no one really understands this man, and it seems that he hid himself too deeply, never showing any preference or preference to the outside world.

However, Shi An suddenly noticed one of the posts that was not very eye-catching.

"I don't know what Chief Mu hates, but as a member of the management bureau, I can say responsibly that Chief Mu Heng must not like physical contact."

"Eh, I've heard of this too, is it true?"

"Is it because of this that Chief Mu always wears gloves? I always thought it was hurt or something..."

"I have never been injured. You think too much. Who can hurt him now? My friend in the administration said that Chief Mu seemed to be too sensitive to touch, so he simply didn't want to have physical contact with other people. ."

After reading the post, Shi An fell into deep thought.

Mu Heng is indeed always wearing gloves...

But, hate physical contact?

Doesn't it seem? At least he hadn't noticed it during the previous contact.

Or is it just that the other party hides his emotions too deeply?

Thinking of Mu Heng's usual moody and uncompromising appearance, Shi'an felt that it was not impossible.

At this moment, Mu Heng walked out of the training ground.

"Let's go," he said.

Shi An absently nodded, and the two walked forward side by side.

Thinking of the post he had just seen, he lowered his head subconsciously, and his gaze fell on the palm of his hand.

The man's palm is wide and his fingers are slender, but every inch of his skin is tightly wrapped in a pitch-black tactical glove, looking rigorous and abstinent.

Shi An suddenly said, "By the way, can you take off your gloves?"

Mu Heng was taken aback, stopped, and took a deep look at the boy in front of him.

He didn't answer or ask the reason, just grabbed the fingertips of the glove with the other hand, and took the tactical glove away from his hand unhurriedly.

Mu Heng stretched out his hand.

Shi An thought for a while, and raised his hand to hold the opponent's finger.

Unlike his cold body temperature, the temperature of the opponent's fingers was hot and scorching. Although he had already prepared, Shi An was still slightly scalded.

Shi An took the opponent's hand and looked at it.

Mu Heng's knuckles are clear and hard, his fingers are slender and strong, and cyan meridians are faintly visible on the back of his pale hands.

Well, it doesn't look good.

Shi An was a little disappointed.

There are no hard scales, no sharp claws, not even the scars he had just expected.

However, compared to his own hands... it's still a bit more beautiful.

Shi An spread out his palms subconsciously.

White, thin, and slender.

It always feels like a break, and there is really no such thing as a dragon.

Shi An was a little frustrated.

Mu Heng lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on the boy in front of him.

The other party is much lower than himself. From this angle, you can faintly see the slender white back of the neck. The soft flesh envelops the slightly convex vertebrae. The arc is fragile and graceful. Several strands of pitch-black hair are glued to the sweaty skin. There is an urge to imprint the teeth and grind them with the tips of the teeth.

At this moment, a cold touch came from the palm of his hand.

The other party seemed to be tentatively touching his palm, rubbing it carefully, and the cold fingertips gently touched the warm skin, causing a strange slight itch.

But it's more hot.

Mu Heng's eyes darkened, his Adam's apple involuntarily rolled up and down.

The hand that he had been doing just now suddenly turned over, and the strong knuckles held Shi'an's wrist back, and the hot finger pads were burned on the skin of the wrist bones.

The man’s voice came from the top of his head, as if suppressing a certain emotion, his voice was tight and hoarse:

"...Don't touch it."

Exempt!

Shi An was happy.

It seems that the rumors are true. Mu Heng really doesn't like having physical contact with others!

Shi'an was a little gloating.

When you touched my tail before, I told you not to touch your ears. Look, the retribution is coming!

Mu Heng let go of Shi'an's hand. He turned his eyes away, his voice still a little dumb:

"Let's go, the car is in front."

After speaking, he turned around and walked straight to the parking spot in front of him.

Mu Heng is tall and long in legs, and it stretches the distance between the two in just a few seconds.

Shi An stared at the opponent's back like a runaway, slightly curled the corners of his lips, revealing a successful smile.

Unexpectedly, in the end, the smoky suggestion worked a little.

If you follow this schedule, it should be a matter of time before the other party hates you.

At that time, even if he didn't take the initiative to speak, Mu Heng would subconsciously stay away from him.

Plan to pass!

In the distance, Mu Heng's thin lips with his back to Shi'an pressed tightly, his eyes darkened and scary, and the heavy desire to bite people was finally no longer suppressed and covered, and he rolled crazily under his eyes.

Almost.

Almost did not hold back.

Obviously, it's just a touch without any emotion, but his self-control seems to be broken.

But... Mu Heng knew that it was not yet time.

Can't scare people.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes vigorously.

A few seconds later, Mu Heng opened his eyes, and his eyes returned to the usual calmness.

He hesitated for a moment, lowered his eyes, and his gaze fell on his open palm.

I don't know why, at that moment, he seemed to pick up a broken piece of the previous dream.

It seems...in that dream.

What else has he touched... something cold and smooth, seemingly hard, but actually soft and tough.

What could it be?