This is a good opportunity.

Lu Yan didn't know what just happened, so he quietly rubbed over Bai Chunian's shoulder and asked, "How are you still investigating, the witches are all gone."

"It's easier for him to go in." Bai Chunian held the Witch Hazel's gun and tapped his palm, "Didn't you listen to him, his body is full of chips, we are asking for trouble by bringing him back to the headquarters."

"But you think, what's the first thing you do in jail."

Lu Yan dementia: "What is it?"

"Idiot, do a physical examination." Bai Chunian hummed, "Removing living chips and micro-bombs is a delicate craft, so let them do it. Moreover, the International Prison for Prison is built on an isolated island on the high seas, with many security checkpoints and red throats. Even if the bird knew where he was, he couldn't find him."

Han Xingqian knew that he was thinking of a dangerous action plan again: "What do you want to do."

"I'll tell you when the time comes, let the international prison tool people settle down the witch hazel first in the past two days."

There was the sound of water and heavy objects falling from the deck, Bai Chunian raised his eyelashes sensitively, and his eyes lit up: "My wife is back."

A few minutes later, Rimbaud climbed in through the cabin window, his blonde hair dripping with water.

Bi Lanxing was always worried that Rimbaud would have problems getting caught among a group of big people. After all, Rimbaud couldn't speak clearly most of the time. He was relieved when he came back and handed a towel over.

Lan Bo took the towel and wiped the water from his hair, and went straight to Bai Chunian to climb over.

After Han Xingqian finished bandaging him, Bai Chunian wrapped a bandage on his head to cover his left eye, revealing only one intact right eye.

"Finished?" Rimbaud asked.

"Yeah." Han Xingqian lowered his head to pack the medicine box, "According to his physique, it takes about a month to recover, and the medicine has to be changed every day."

"Okay." Lan Bo picked up Bai Chunian's collar and led him to another cabin room, carefully placing it on the bed.

Bai Chunian actually likes to be carried around by him, which is a very safe and trusting gesture for cats.

Rimbaud held up his cheek and looked at it. The more he looked, the more hurt he felt, and the more angry he became. He taught a lesson in a deep voice: "I should have brought you back and locked it up, so that you won't see anyone."

"Ah, so fierce." Bai Chunian didn't do much after dealing with the wound for an hour. At this time, he suddenly felt pitiful, hugged Lanbo's waist, buried his head in his chest and groaned, "Don't scold me."

"..." The fire in Rimbaud's heart was extinguished at once.

They sat on the bed facing each other, Bai Chunian hugged him and whispered, "I sometimes want to leave, but I'm not reconciled. I didn't do anything wrong, why should I leave?"

"As you like." Rimbaud looked away, "I've been here."

Bai Chunian put his chin on Lan Bo's shoulder, and the two of them stayed quietly in the dark room for a long time.

Just when Rimbaud thought he was asleep and wanted to hug him again, his neck was suddenly licked, and the fine barbs on his tongue scratched his skin so much that it hurt.

Chapter 113

Lan Bo slightly tilted his head to look at him, Bai Chunian lowered his head and licked his shoulder with his tongue. The barbs on the tongue passed through the exposed skin in the gap between the bandages, and it felt like a shark rubbing against his body lightly, a little painful.

Alpha soon became dissatisfied with the less intimate position of the shoulder, and instead licked his jaw and cheek, clinging like a big domestic cat.

I don't know where Bai Chunian's coat draped over his shoulders fell, and he only wore a black vest.

Rimbaud lowered his eyes to stare at his arm lines that were not exaggerated, but were so beautiful that one could not help but stiffen up. Because the skin had a cool white tone, the places with rich blood vessels often turned red, especially the eyelids and knuckles.

Rimbaud counted the marks on his body - the blue fish pattern covering half of his neck, pectoral muscles and shoulders, the jerky Rimbaud's name written on the belly, his ribs and a corner of his heart hanging on his ears, Bai Chunian The whole body is covered with marks left by him, and each trace carries a faint scent of white thorn rose pheromone.

"What's missing here." Rimbaud said, supporting his forearm.

"What's missing?" Bai Chunian spread his palms in front of him without any precaution.

Rimbaud stretched out his sharp fingernails and smoothly carved a line of mermaid words on the inner skin of his forearm.

He carved very smoothly, which was different from the characters carved during the incubation period or the mature period catalyzed by the ac accelerator. The nicks had a faint blue color, and the wounds healed quickly, but the color did not disappear.

"What does this mean?" Still a little painful, Bai Chunian bit his lip, revealing half of his teeth.

Rimbaud pointed to each merman word for him to translate: "Rimbert's kitten."

"Why not write siren?"

"All the leaders of the sea clan are called siren, only I am called Rimbaud, I am very special."

"I like it." Bai Chunian clenched his fists, his forearm muscles varicose with his movements, "It's very suitable for a super mammoth like me."

"But Rimbaud was actually named after the French poet." Bai Chunian grabbed Rimbaud's hand, pressed his fingernails and drew a blue, thumb-nail-sized Jane in front of the line. Stroke the manta ray and blew, "This is special enough."

"Yeah." Rimbaud lowered his head and rubbed the small pattern with his fingertips, fascinatedly admiring it.

He heard Bai Chunian call him, and as soon as he raised his head, his lips were caught.

The sound insulation of the cabin is very poor. From the room, you can hear the voices of Lu Yan and the others next door. Lan Bo was pushed to the wall and made a muffled noise. The chatting next door stopped immediately, he must be thinking about him. The movement here.

This kiss was very light and slow. Bai Chunian took a breath on his lower lip, licked his fangs, and closed his eyes to enjoy the kiss.

Hearing that kissing people with their eyes closed love more than those with their eyes open, Rimbaud closed his eyes too.

Bai Chunian kissed his jaw and neck, and the flexible tip of his tongue hooked the bandage around his neck.

The bandage wrapped around his neck loosened, revealing a section of skin below his Adam's apple. It was slightly different from the unbandaged Rimbaud he saw last time. There was a row of tiny blue crosses arranged in a straight line at his throat. There were four in total. The first four are crosses and the last is a slash.