In Perpetual Flight Chapter 7

The air was hot and my breathing was rapid. I bit the hem of my sweatshirt and put a denim jacket to my nose and sniffed hard.

The light scent of men's perfume had long dissipated, and apart from the scent of wood in the closet, there was no other smell. My emotions were getting more and more excited, but my mind was getting more confused.

A thin layer of sweat seeped out of his forehead, and the tip of his tongue pressed against the wet fabric.

Not enough, still not enough...

The unrelieved anxiety in my heart prompted me to throw away my coat, and I urgently grabbed a silk handkerchief and pressed it against my mouth and nose, breathing desperately like an asthma patient.

When the smell of tobacco flowed into my lungs through my respiratory tract, I felt like I was hit by an electric current, and my body and mind were filled with extreme joy.

My eyelashes trembled rapidly, and my body fell backwards, landing on the cloud-like bed. I let go of the sweater in my mouth, half-closed my eyes and looked at the old electric fan on the ceiling, panting tiredly.

Covering the face with a silk scarf, everything looks like it is covered with fog through the thin fabric.

Freud believed that dreams are the carriers of desires and their significance lies in the satisfaction of wishes.

When I first dreamed of making love with Brandon Sheng'ou, I woke up in fear and found myself sticky. I felt ashamed of everything that happened in the dream, and the huge shame whipped my body and mind, making me want to just lock this dream in my heart and never touch it again.

But the opposite is true. The more you try to suppress it, the more it cannot be ignored.

In class, eating, bathing, any time when the brain is free, it is possible for it to take advantage of the opportunity to sneak in. If there really is a devil in the world, this absurd and lewd dream is the bait that lures me into depravity.

And Isaac Qi is the arrow that shoots me into the abyss.

I couldn't figure out what was in my mind, and was confused about my feelings for Brandon Sheng'ou. This uncertainty tormented me day and night. Finally, one day, I decided to find a solution myself and put an end to this matter once and for all.

I skipped the evening self-study class at school and ran to look for Brandon Sheng'ou. When I entered the old tube-shaped building, the nervousness in my heart, or perhaps a premonition, made me slow down my steps.

I went up to the floor where Brandon Sheng'ou rented a house. I saw a dim light in the corridor and heard two men arguing.

"Isaac Qi, stop bothering me."

The tips of my ears twitched slightly. I would never mistake this voice. It was Brandon Shengou.

"Don't chase me away... I know what kind of person you are, it's okay, I fully accept and tolerate you..."

The other voice was also very familiar, especially the tone of voice that sounded soft and gentle, which made me feel sick to my stomach. It was that psychopath.

I quickly recognized Isaac Qi. The content of their conversation aroused my curiosity. I didn't say anything, but chose to secretly stick my head out and watch the two people in the dark.

Brandon Sheng'ou stood in front of the half-open door, and Isaac Qi was very close to him. There was a dim sensor light above their heads, and the rest of the corridor was in darkness.

"You can do anything to me as long as you are happy, I will never resist..." Isaac Qi slowly knelt down, lifted the hem of his clothes, revealing his bare belly.

I don’t know what was there, but Brandon Sheng’ou looked at it for a long time without taking his eyes away. He seemed to be stunned, or... fascinated.

Isaac Qi showed a triumphant smile on his face. He pulled Brandon Shengou's hand and K!ssed his fingertips devoutly, like a faithful believer.

"You can use my blood as wine, my flesh as bread, stir my body on the bed, and spray your lust on my wounds..." He released Brandon Shenggou's fingers lovingly, and touched the place that was gradually reacting to his words with a clear purpose.

"I will scream miserably and beg you for mercy, but I am willing to do it." Isaac Qi's temptation continued. He slowly unbuttoned Brandon Sheng'ou's crotch, his eyes greedy and his expression excited, "Ah Sheng, I love you... I love you so much..."

I opened my eyes wide, my fingers tightly gripping the security door panel under my palms. Countless voices suddenly emerged in my mind, screaming one after another, asking me to go over and kick Isaac Qi, the lunatic, away and keep him away from Brandon Shenggou.

My eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of blood. I was just about to use my skills to beat the pervert to death, but Brandon Sheng'ou took a step ahead of me and kicked him away.

Isaac Qi hit the opposite wall, curled up, holding his stomach, and let out an unbearable groan, seeming to be in great pain.

But he still managed to laugh: "Yes, that's it... Don't suppress yourself, cough cough..."

Brandon Sheng'ou's eyes were gloomy, and he sneered: "Do you think you know me well?" He stood there, leisurely buttoned up the button that Isaac Qi had unbuttoned, zipped up, and said with his thin lips, "Get lost."

He turned and went into the house, closing the door so hard that even the dim light shook slightly twice.

Isaac Qi stared at the tightly closed door and smiled foolishly. As he laughed, blood oozes from his tightly covered abdomen, spreading outwards along the fabric of his clothes.

You deserve it.

I raised the corners of my lips silently, feeling extremely happy.

Isaac Qi didn't look like he would be leaving in the short term, and Brandon Sheng'ou didn't seem to be in the mood to have a good talk with me. After weighing the pros and cons, I finally decided to go back first.

Walking downstairs, I looked back at the place where Brandon Sheng'ou rented a house. There was a light on there, an ordinary incandescent light, but it seemed to have some kind of magic that made me keep looking at it.

The charades played by Isaac Qi and Brandon Sheng'ou made me a little anxious. It was as if there was a world that only they could enter, but I had to be kept outside.

Like Isaac Qi, I once thought I knew Brandon Sheng'ou very well, but it seems that this is not the case. I am just a person who deserves Brandon Sheng'ou to say "You think you know me very well".

After returning home, my homeroom teacher reported my skipping classes to my mother truthfully, which led to her bombarding me with inhumane nonsense for half an hour.

She said that she had suffered so much for me, so why couldn't I understand a little? She also said that it was a relief for me now that my father was dead, and she didn't have to work so hard to discipline me.

To avoid her nagging, I hid in the bathroom.

"If you were as good at studying as Brandon Sheng'ou, I would have less to worry about!" Her voice came through the door.

I washed my face with cold water. Dreams and reality were intertwined in my mind. Sometimes I heard Brandon Shengou's intense breathing in the dream, and sometimes I saw Isaac Qi's greedy eyes in the corridor.

Water drops dripped from the ends of my hair. I leaned against the sink and raised my face, stunned for a moment. If it wasn't for my own face, which I had seen for more than ten years and was already familiar with, I would have thought that Isaac Qi had followed me home.

The mirror reflected my appearance truthfully: my face was pale, my eyes were red, my lips were tightly pursed, and my brows looked even more sinister.

Isaac Qi's eyes and mine are so similar, greed, jealousy, admiration... These eyes contain all the complex emotions towards Brandon Shengou. Why should I go to him for answers? The answer has already been written in my eyes.

I am the same as that pervert Isaac Qi.

This realization stimulated me so much that I punched the mirror in a rage.

Blood slowly flowed down the spider-web-like cracks. My mother heard the noise, opened the door and rushed in. When she saw what I had done, she screamed in horror.

"Xiao Feng, blood...blood! How could you be so impulsive...Mom is just talking nonsense. I won't say it again."

She thought her words hurt my sensitive heart, and she never dared to compare me with Brandon Shenggou again.

She didn't know that my self-esteem was fine, and what was crumbling was the self-righteous "brotherhood" I had with Brandon Shengou for more than ten years.

Ever since I knew Mason Fang was the old Wang who wandered back and forth on the green grassland above Brandon Sheng'ou's head, I paid special attention to him. Every time he came to the pawn shop, I would talk to him for a few more words. After a long time, even Leo Shen felt strange and asked me if I also succumbed to the charm of "Sha Ge", otherwise why I seemed so happy when he came.

He is talking nonsense. I am just a little excited, but not happy.

"...He wanted to leave, but the boss wouldn't let him go, so the situation was at a standstill. I don't think it's bad for him to stay in his own company. It's so hard to start your own business."

Mason Fang was talking excitedly about the things between him and his financial sponsor, Bai Fumei. When it came to Brandon Shengou, he spoke at length. In short, Brandon Shengou wanted to leave Mei Teng and work on his own, but Bai Fumei's father did not allow it.

Brandon Shengou's current status is all thanks to this big boss, so it's not good to make things too embarrassing, so let's just stay in this stalemate for now.

"Not everyone likes to live off women like you." Leo Shen joked, "Does that rich and beautiful lady really fall in love with you?"

"She said yesterday that she wanted to elope to Europe with me." Mason Fang said with a smile, "I feel a little sorry for her fiancé. I treat him as a tool that I can manipulate at will, and my daughter wants to elope with someone else without telling him. He has no hobbies except work. What a failure his life is! Hahahaha..."

I stared at his smiling face, leaned back in my chair, and couldn't help but chuckle along with him.

"It was quite a failure."

During the ten years in prison, I had the best friendships with three people - Tony Wei, Leo Shen, and Monkey.

On the day I was released from prison, Tony Wei and Leo Shen came to pick me up. Monkey was in another city shooting celebrity gossip and didn't have time to come back.

Monkey is not his real name, but he is thin and has thick hair, just like a macaque, so he is called "Monkey".

Monkey doesn't like people calling him by his real name, because his real name is Yi Dazhuang, which is extremely inconsistent with his personal image. Every time someone calls him "Dazhuang", he feels that the other person is mocking him.

Monkey worked as a private detective before he went in, but unlike Sherlock Holmes and Poirot, he did not deal with homicide cases. He only helped rich ladies and rich men catch mistresses and investigate extramarital affairs.

When he helped a rich wife to take a picture of her husband's villa, he accidentally clashed with the villa security guard, and a punch crooked his nose bridge.

Due to his job, he has a lot of stories about bad things happening around him, and he has a strong desire to perform. Over time, he became the recognized crosstalk master in Cell No. 67.

After dinner, in my spare time, wherever he was, there were endless jokes to listen to. So much so that after he left after a year and a half, Tony Wei, Leo Shen and I all missed him a lot.

After Monkey was released from prison, he stopped doing his old job and became a paparazzi.

I think it’s pretty good, it doesn’t completely bury my skills.

After I was released from prison, although he and I added each other as friends, apart from liking each other's Moments and greeting each other on holidays, we rarely had time to chat.

So when I took the initiative to call him and asked him out to discuss a deal, he was a little surprised.