Sepcial lubricant??

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[ Zzt.....Impor....bzzz...]

Head aching as an odd mechanical voice was echoing somehow within his brain, Shen yuan shifted slightly in his sleep.

[ .....Bzttt.....grave.....sst.... ]

The noise was producing an irritating amount of noise, similar to the ones caused by no connection when watching on a satellite T.V.

[ Evid....ZZt.......... ]

Tossing and turning in the safety of Binghe's embrace, Shen yuan eventually felt a great sense of ease and comfort as he calmed down. The noise cut out comp as he sunk into deep slumber.

As the morning came they both discussed they needed to head over to the grave as quickly as possible.

Each and every decision they make, all the twists and turns, his father managed to send goons to intercept them precisely.

It was as if he was somehow monitoring them.

Monitoring them
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Stalking them
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Watching them
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But how?
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But breakfast was always important.

Waiting for Binghe to bring his signature morning meal for him, he couldn't help but remember certain details.

Looking over everything they encountered. Trying to find things they missed.

Then it suddenly hit him.

"Binghe, you know that by now I am being hunted by my own father."

Walking over with some fresh coffee and some morning soup, Binghe hummed in affirmation.

"You were also the one to witness and save me from my....assailant."

The last word came out delayed, as he wished it never happened.

The coffee mug was settled onto the table more roughly than usual, as Binghe made his way closer to Shen yuan but not so close to cause discomfort considering what he has been through.

Despite the distance Binghe consciously made, the other chose to close it and interlock their fingers.

"You have been by my side this entire time, never expecting anything from me. Always being considerate of me. Loving me gently from the shadows."

Shen yuan began to speak with short breaths as his heart began to flutter even more than it usually does when he speaks with Binghe.

"The upcoming search we have...I have this feeling that it may be the last search we do. Whether we die, or we find the briefcase that my father so desperately needs to find."

Somehow during his speech he found himself unconsciously closing the distance between them even more.

Taking apart their interlocked fingers, he guided Binghe's palm to his rib cage.

"I don't quite remember much, but I have a strong feeling that whatever my father placed in his goons....should be in me as well."

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