Chapter 22: Give Me Some Face

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“Do you think I would do these things to others?” Levi listened blankly to Claude’s words in his ear—it was a temptation from hell.

“Of course you would, you’re so skilled—it looks like you’ve practiced many times!” Levi couldn’t accept that he was being suppressed by Claude like this—most importantly, he actually felt good just now.

Claude gently lay on top of Levi, nose to nose, which allowed Levi to see Claude’s eyebrows and eyes more clearly, mature and elegant—deep enough to swallow everything.

“Comfortable?” Claude asked, his tone didn’t reveal any emotion—but there was a hint of carefulness in his voice.

“Being served by Major General, how could I be uncomfortable?” Levi raised an eyebrow, secretly tightening his wrist, the frustrating thing was that Claude was a master at tying knots—the knot was tied very quickly but with great skill, the more Levi struggled—the tighter he was bound.

Claude’s fingers pressed against the knot—his voice had a hint of pity, “Stop struggling, it will only make yourself more miserable.”

Levi stopped, closing his mouth and not speaking. “Do you know what kind of cruel thing you did?”

“What cruel thing? You forced me to accept your service, I didn’t do it voluntarily.” Levi turned his head away—not wanting to deal with Claude, but he didn’t know that this was exactly how he offered his neck to the other.

Claude kissed his skin gently, holding his chin, kissing him patiently, “You crashed, Levi. You know i’ve been watching your figure in the sky, I never expected your victory—but I was always anxious about your fall.”

Levi’s heart skipped a beat—he swallowed his saliva without showing any signs of it.

Claude rested his head on Levi’s neck, no longer those long kisses, but said in a calm tone—as if stating a fact that had nothing to do with him, “Do you know what the highest temperature of a particle cannon is? It’s 6,500 degrees Celsius. And the heat resistance limit of the sealed cabin is 5,500 to 6,600 degrees Celsius.”

“So even using a particle cannon—you couldn’t be sure I would survive.” Levi laughed, “It seems it wasn’t you who saved me, but fate.”

“Do you know what I thought when I looked at the minefield that was blown up by the particle cannon into a desert?”

“What?” Levi asked subconsciously—at that moment he regretted it. Because he knew the answer Claude was going to give wouldn’t be what he wanted to hear.

“If you really died, then everything would become a desert.” After saying this—Claude got up resolutely, tidying up his military uniform in an orderly manner, as if everything just now was an illusion.

“Hey, I said you wouldn’t untie me?”

“Untie?” Claude laughed—a laugh that could turn the world upside down, “Someone who makes me unhappy, how can I let them be happy?”

Levi was startled, “What do you want to do?”

“What do you mean what do I want to do? If I really did what I wanted to do just now—how do you think you would be now?” Claude straightened his collar, the action was so handsome that it was infuriating, “Consider this my punishment for you—guess which pretty little nurse will come to rescue you later?”

“You—you bastard—” Levi struggled, almost falling off the bed, his pants had been taken off by Claude, his hands were tied and he couldn’t pull them back—if any of those nurses saw him like this, his reputation would be ruined, he might as well just crash his head!

Claude ignored Levi and walked out of the ward, the smile on his lips gradually faded, his steps slow and seemingly heavy. He went to the bathroom in the corridor—closed the door and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. He reached out and pressed against his burning desire, Claude tilted his head back and sighed deeply.

Countless times—he had fantasized about that carefree guy, his lips, his breath, the temperature of his body. Claude told himself to get busy, but even when he was exhausted—the moment he closed his eyes, the man was still smiling carelessly in his mind. He would smile at those women who only had appearances, but he was too stingy to think about the slightest bit of tenderness he gave him. So Claude could only—in his fantasy, kiss him in a way that was like ravaging, possess everything about him with the force of killing him, listening to him go from cursing to begging for mercy… But Claude knew deeply that fantasy was fantasy—he was desperately infatuated with him, even fantasy was so precious.

Claude snorted. He was a scholar, he calculated everything precisely, but Levi was outside the logic of this world. He was never a challenge to Claude, more like a destiny.

At this moment—Levi stared at the ceiling with wide eyes, imagining countless nurses pushing dinner in and seeing him like this. How would he explain? How could he be tied to the bed? How could he be without pants? And what were those marks between his legs?

“Let me die…” Levi’s hands were numb from being tied by the IV tube. This feeling was even more unbearable than being trapped in the sealed cabin for twenty minutes.

When the ward door was opened again, Levi’s heart went up to his throat. “Who was it? Cassie? Emily? Or Melina?” No matter who it was—he didn’t know how to explain.

When the other person’s shadow fell on Levi—it was clear that it wasn’t a woman.

“Levi Van Pelt, which woman tied you up here?” A cold voice, with a mocking tone.

Levi opened his eyes and saw Leslie sitting by his bed—his head slightly lowered, carefully looking at him. “How could it be Leslie? Oh, why, why did it have to be Leslie?”

“What are you looking at! Untie me!” Levi shook his arms—but the other person remained in the same position.

“Slug, it’s rare to see you like this, of course I have to take a good look.” Leslie’s long, strong fingers rested on the edge of the blanket—obviously about to pull it open.

“Don’t pull it open! Untie this damn rope first! My hands are about to be cut off!” Levi was terrified— compared to those nurses, Levi couldn’t bear to lose face in front of Leslie.

“Ha?” Leslie cracked a smile, “But I really want to see. Your hands have been tied for a long time, right? It doesn’t matter if you tie them for a little longer.”

Then, as Levi’s fear—the blanket was pulled open.

Leslie maintained his posture of pulling the blanket, looking at Levi’s pants that were pulled down to his buttocks and the red and blue area between his legs—he stared so hard that it was as if he was going to stare a hole in Levi.

“Hey! Hey! I said either help me put my pants on! Or untie me so I can put them on myself!” Levi struggled, he couldn’t stand Leslie looking at him like that.

The other person ignored Levi—but his fingers touched the skin on the inside of Levi’s thigh, slowly sliding over the marks left by the forceful kiss, “I guess this wasn’t left by the nurse, a woman’s kiss isn’t that forceful.”

“I said untie this damn IV tube! Don’t go around studying who kissed me!” Levi’s ears were already red. Why didn’t Claude just strangle him with the IV tube!

“Of course it’s a man—and he must be an officer, because you can’t enter this hospital without a certain rank. His close combat skills are very strong, he would definitely get an A+ in the assessment— otherwise, no one could subdue you.” Leslie’s whole hand covered it, his eyes became cold—Levi suddenly had a premonition that the other person was going to pinch his flesh.

“Let go! You’re pinching me, it hurts!”

“And women like to leave marks where others can see them, not in such a private place—it’s completely for the sake of possession.” Leslie tilted his head slightly—as if thinking about something, then suddenly grabbed Levi’s penis.

“You… what are you doing!” Levi was startled—after what Claude had done, he was terrified of similar situations.

“Did he use his hand?” Leslie looked at him with a sideways glance, with a hint of coercion.

“Leslie—you can laugh at me as much as you want, but not now. If you still consider me a friend, untie the things on my wrist immediately.” Levi’s face darkened, he could ignore Leslie’s coldness and sarcasm—but he absolutely wouldn’t allow anyone else to force him.

“Not with his hand, he used his mouth, right?” Leslie’s beautiful eyebrows rose like sharp blades, “It’s rare for men to do this.”

“Leslie leclerc—don’t force me to break off with you.” Levi clenched his fist.

“Did he go in?” Leslie didn’t care about Levi’s reaction at all—his hand slid along the curve of his buttocks towards Levi’s back, which made Levi tense up.

“What are you doing!” Levi hadn’t reacted yet, he was flipped over—this wasn’t the first time his nose had hit the pillow today.

“He kissed here too.” Leslie pried open Levi’s buttocks, this was the action he feared the most right now.

“What the hell are you doing—” Levi gritted his teeth, “If you have the guts, kill me, otherwise, when I get rid of this damn thing, i’ll be the first to kill you!”

“Oh—” Leslie’s voice dragged on, “The first one to kill is me, not the man who tied you up here, it seems that guy didn’t succeed—otherwise you wouldn’t be so energetic now.”

“Which eye of yours thinks I was the one on the bottom? Huh?”

“Both eyes see you and think so.” Leslie leisurely helped Levi pull up his pants and untied the IV tube.

The first second Levi gained freedom—he jumped up, “I need a shower! I need a shower!”

Each ward has its own bathroom facilities—Levi opened the bathroom door, and didn’t forget to turn back, “Wait for me to finish showering, then i’ll settle the score for what just happened!”

The door slammed shut—leaving Leslie still sitting by the bed. He lowered his eyes slightly and pulled the IV tube, “Double ten knot? The more you struggle, the tighter it gets.”

His palm covered the place where Levi had been lying, slowly clenching his fist—his knuckles turned white from the force.

The sound of water from the bathroom rang out—Levi stared blankly at his wrists, which were marked with the rope. His fingers were still numb, and even his legs were trembling slightly.

The water flowed down—soothing all the surging emotions to calm down.

No matter how he resisted, Claude’s eyes were always in his mind—it was the first thing he saw after being rescued from the sealed cabin. At that moment—Claude’s eyes were his whole world.

He lowered his head, there were marks all over his legs—the nerves beneath his skin still remembered the other’s lips, his tongue, his every suck and lick.

Levi chuckled coldly, “Claude, you win this round.” He came out wrapped in a towel, Leslie was still sitting by the bed.

“Hey, I’m out now, you can continue to laugh at me.” Levi looked like he was ready for anything.

But Leslie stretched out his hand—his fingers flicked Levi’s forehead forcefully, “Fool.”

Levi was stunned, “That’s it?”

“What else should it be? Are you going to tell me who that person is?” Leslie got up and strode towards the door, “Your pathetic self-esteem will never allow a second person to know.

“You really know me. I should have punched you, but since you didn’t laugh at me, i’ll let it go.” Levi walked over and put his arm around the other’s shoulder, “Come on, let’s go eat. The hospital dinner is too nutritious and the taste doesn’t suit me.”

“You’re adjusting your body functions, it’s not suitable to eat junk food. But you don’t seem to be worried at all that i’ll tell everyone what happened.” Leslie slapped Levi’s arm away, “Are you changing the subject or trying to bribe me so I don’t mention it again?”

“Hey, who was I trying to save that almost got me killed? Can’t you give me some face?” Levi twisted his wrist—only then did he realize that Leslie had been looking at the red marks on his wrist.

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