this infinite world

——Apple flavor.

This was the first thought that came to Yang Yun's mind after he was suddenly attacked by Zhao Yingkong.

Although I drank a lot of "Thousand Days Drunk" at the banquet tonight, and even though the Lord God said that this fine wine could even make immortals drunk, for a fourth-order advanced strongman, wine is just a useless liquid that evaporates and can be discharged, and it has no effect on the body and mind at all. Not to mention Yang Yun, whose paralyzed thinking speed is countless times faster than that of ordinary people, and whose recovery ability is terrifyingly strong...

It’s just that it’s not the wine that makes people drunk, it’s people themselves who get drunk, and humans can never overcome the deepest instincts in their genes.

After a long while, their lips parted. A fine silver thread quietly blossomed between the two of them, like spider silk in the morning dew, gleaming with a faint glow under the illumination of the Lord God's light ball. Yang Yun and Zhao Yingkong kept a very close distance, looking at each other with their eyes, and could even see their own figures in each other's pupils.

“…Let’s do it.”

After a long time, Zhao Yingkong spoke first. Although her voice was calm, it still had a hidden tremor: "With whom?"

"……moment."

Yang Yun did not choose to cover up or find some weak excuses, because even if he had ten thousand chances to dodge, he still did not choose to avoid Zhao Yingkong's lips.

——And not only Yang Yun knew about this, but Zhao Yingkong himself also knew about it.

"...Sister Shanshana." I don't know why, but after hearing the news, Yang Yun felt that Zhao Yingkong seemed to be relieved quietly.

However, before Yang Yun could say anything, Zhao Yingkong's next sentence came immediately: "But... can't I do it?"

OK, that’s great.

Until now, Yang Yun realized how close they were. The faint fragrance wafting from the girl's body was like a bee in spring, constantly drilling into his nose, making him intoxicated. When Yang Yun's eyes involuntarily fell on the pair of huge treasure chests on Zhao Yingkong's chest, an indescribable impulse suddenly broke out in his heart.

Yang Yun could not help swallowing a mouthful of apple-flavored saliva. Even after a three-day and three-night battle with Setsuna, he still hadn't used up all his excess energy. He was even interrupted by Liuli when he was about to start the second battle, which made him feel even less satisfied.

Now that he was suddenly attacked by Zhao Yingkong again, the thoughts and desires in Yang Yun's heart suddenly became like a fierce wave, beating against the bank of his heart... It was only now that Yang Yun could maintain the last string of sanity, so he did not transform into a Moonlit Wild Wolf on the spot and do something else.

There is no need to explain Zhao Yingkong's behavior. Any normal person can understand the meaning behind her behavior. In fact, after understanding the feelings of Shanna and Liuli for her, Zhao Yingkong's previous hug and the final excuse of familial affection have a clear explanation.

——Zhao Yingkong, probably... no, definitely likes me.

This was the reason why Yang Yun had to be stubborn in front of Zheng Zha. Before he was ready to face Zhao Yingkong, he could only deceive himself and escape - and unfortunately, it seemed that this had become some kind of catalyst, prompting Zhao Yingkong to do his current actions.

"Yingkong." Yang Yun's throat gurgled: "I..." - He changed his name.

Before the feast that was delivered to his door, a man like Yang Yun who could hold on was rare, but he still had to declare something in advance, even if the statement seemed obviously pale: "First of all, I..."

"You don't have to say anything and you don't have to do anything."

But before Yang Yun could say anything, Zhao Yingkong spoke first: "Become my man."

Then, she kissed him again. This time, the kiss was longer and more passionate than the previous one, as if she wanted to pour all her thoughts and words into this kiss.

An assassin will never ask for the target's opinion, and it is precisely because he has robbed others' things that he can personally feel that in the main god space, at this moment, he belongs only to himself.

“…No technique, just emotion.”

When their lips parted for the second time, Yang Yun stared at Zhao Yingkong's face, almost unable to hold back his impulse. He wished he could have a "battle" with the assassin girl in front of him that was different from the one before Resident Evil 2: "You are playing with fire."

"Don't underestimate me."

Facing Yang Yun's evaluation, Zhao Yingkong blushed, then raised his eyebrows the next moment, and said playfully: "Seduction is also a skill that assassins must master... As a peerless genius in an assassin family for thousands of years, he naturally has to pursue excellence in all areas, and this aspect is no exception."

"……real?"

"Of course it's true."

——No, it's definitely fake. I have watched "Infinite Horror".

Seeing Zhao Yingkong trying to maintain a cold appearance but with red ears like ripe apples, Yang Yun secretly complained in his heart. He thought, if the training result of the assassin family is to make the assassins shy and embarrassed in such a small matter as kissing, then how did the Zhao family assassins carry out their assassination work for thousands of years?
However, Zhao Yingkong's subtle shyness under the forced calmness at this time was also unique, which made Yang Yun's heart move and playful. He pretended to be serious and said: "It is indeed worthy of a thousand-year inheritance. The knowledge and experience are rich. Compared with ordinary people like us, it is simply a world of difference... Then, Miss Zhao Yingkong, you must know what we should do next, right?"

"……certainly."

Listening to the hints in Yang Yun's words, Zhao Yingkong, who had never received any relevant training and only knew the theoretical knowledge in detail but had no practical experience at all, was already in a dilemma. She didn't know how many times she cursed herself for being so stubborn in her heart, but looking at Yang Yun's playful and expectant expression, she couldn't say anything to give in.

So, Zhao Yingkong followed the primitive impulse in his genes, stretched out his hand and grabbed Yang Yun's collar without hesitation, and pushed him down. Then he quickly and gracefully sat on Yang Yun's body, like a rider about to ride a horse across the grassland -

——Of course, she did not forget to close the door, so that the following inappropriate sounds would not be heard in the deserted main square. (End of this chapter)