This Damned Thirst for Survival

Chapter 175 - Getting on fire

Jiang Luo took the gift bag, opened the box inside and the contents fell out with a crash.

Two keys and a gold card bounced on the floor and hit Jiang Luo's feet, who was confused.

Lu Youyi was also confused as he bent down to pick up the things on the ground, "What's all this, hey, aren't these the car keys?"

The others who saw this came along with a head of questions, "Car keys, what car keys?"

"This car is still a luxury car, my second uncle bought such a car not long ago, the keys are exactly the same, he treasures it, no one else is allowed to touch it," Lu Youyi looked at another key in shock, "This is the key to ShuiQuan Villa, look at the word 'ShuiQuan' on it! Jiang Luo, who gave you this, a villa, a car and a gold card!"

Jiang Luo's eyes lit up slightly as he took the key into his hand and flicked the gold card again, looking at it several times, front and back.

Lu Youyi asked, "Who sent this? It's a lot of money.

"Didn't you see that? It's from the crows." Jiang Luo said.

Anyway, for nothing, he bit the bullet and it was from the crow.

Ge Zhu cried and flung herself onto the shoulder of the man beside her, "How come there's no crow to give me a car and a house and money."

Lu Youyi didn't think anything was wrong, he tapped his head, "I almost forgot, there's a red scarf."

Jiang Luo took the scarf and looked at it, easily distinguishing that it was hand-woven and that the maker's workmanship was still somewhat rudimentary, and he shook his head, affirming, "It's not for me."

Lu Youyi, holding the red scarf, felt as if he was holding a hot potato, he didn't know what to do and said with a headache, "Whose else could it be if not yours?"

Jiang Luo: "Couldn't it have been for you?"

Lu Youyi froze.

There was a bell ringing at the door and Sai Liaoer was just about to open it when Jiang Luo Yu Guang glanced over and strode over in a blaze of glory, opening the door before him.

Outside was the delivery boy, and soon several delivery boxes were wheeled into the living room.

Lu Youyi's living room was already quite spacious, but once these large boxes were set up, it suddenly seemed much more crowded. The people gathered around the table to watch the fun didn't bother with the steaming dumplings and rice on the table, and curiously squatted down next to the boxes, "What's in here again."

The courier boy asked Jiang Luo to sign the order and left, and Jiang Luo took a hobby knife and unpacked the boxes. The first box contained beautifully made, sturdy men's trousers.

There are trousers in all colours and styles, all work trousers and sweatpants that are easy to move around in. The other two boxes were similar, one for underwear and one for winter protection, socks, masks, scarves and so on, all branded.

Ge Zhu's eyes were red with envy and he sighed, "So generous on this New Year's Day, one item is worth my entire body."

Jiang Luo rummages through the contents of his case and finds a mobile phone. The phone was also the latest model, and when he opened it, there was only one unfamiliar phone number in his address book.

Ye Xun probed, "This is the number of the person who sent you something, right?"

Wen Renlian also asked, "Is it Chi You?"

Jiang Luo nodded, "I reckon it's him."

Ge Zhu said, "So you want to call and ask?"

Jiang Luo rubbed his phone and stood up. He looked at the three boxes, tossed the keys in his hand and shook his head, "No fight."

Ye Xun said, "Why?"

"He must be waiting for my call right now," Jiang Luo teased, smiling meaningfully, "and the more I do, the less I can respond to him. He's at the stage of courting me now, it's not like I really want to get back together with him, there's no point in giving him more hope."

Ge Zhu thought it made sense, "So do we still take these?"

"Take it all," Jiang Luo said with a flick of his lips, "we'll take it all, we'll share it later, keep what we can use for ourselves and sell what we can't at a discount tomorrow."

Although it was not Ge Zhu's property, Ge Zhu was still distressed, "It's a pity to sell such a good item at a low price, and besides, what if Chi You gets angry?

Jiang Luo waved his hand in a loud voice, "Better make him so angry that he doesn't like me anymore."

But Ge Zhu has a point. Jiang Luo is not afraid that Chi You will be angry, but that the ordinary people who buy his stuff will be angry with Chi You.

"Let's leave it then," Jiang Luo said as he returned to the table, "and let's eat first."

After a hearty meal, they stayed in the house and played until dark. At ten o'clock, Kuang Zheng arrived and after the New Year, they all went to bed.

Jiang Luo was lying on his bed after taking a shower, and the mobile phone Chi You had sent him had been placed on his bedside. He was swiping his phone, not knowing where he clicked, when the screen flashed and Jiang Luo entered a pornographic website.

The website is full of small live videos. A large part of the videos are girls with hot bodies in sexy clothes and the occasional guy.

Jiang Luo tried to exit with a black face, but saw a cover of a man in a suit at the bottom.

The picture is just the side of the man. The suit is immaculately worn and the cover shows only a sliver of his throat to his waist and stomach, plus a bony hand with a silver ring.

With the head and lower half of the body not exposed in the cover, this live image is the other extreme compared to the other videos.

Jiang Luo ordered in by mistake.

The man in the live camera is the very man on the cover. He is sitting in a wide black chair, wearing a suit that is worth a fortune at first glance and fits the man's tall, perfect figure without a single crease.

Like the cover, the shot shows only part of the man's body, below the chest and above the thighs.

Yet even then, the number of people watching online in the live stream was frighteningly high. The pop-ups were going up one by one, so fast that it was impossible to see what was being said.

Jiang Luo was taken aback by the number of people online and the buzz of the pop-ups, and then watched with interest as to why this host was so engaging.

Jiang Luo couldn't figure it out unless he performed a chest-thumping routine.

But apparently people don't perform chest-thumping. The man's live stream plays music, and his fingers with silver rings tap slowly on his thighs as if playing some kind of piano piece.

After a moment, as if it was time, the man's fingers moved carelessly upwards. The pure black leather around his waist was revealed and with a click, the man unbuckled his belt.

Jiang Luo: "......"

Jiang Luo: "............"

He sat up abruptly and threw the phone backhanded onto the bed.

Fuck, that anchor isn't going to live jerk off, is he?

What the hell is this?

Jiang Luo remembered in a flash, "Oh, it's a porn site.

He sat expressionless for a moment, coughed lightly twice and calmly picked up his phone again, ready to exit the site. This was too wild, he mustn't, he absolutely mustn't.

On the phone screen, the man was not untidy in any way other than his belt was loose.

Jiang Luo took another inevitable glance and decided that the high numbers in the live room were not unfathomable.

The aura of this faceless anchor is strong, with the oppressiveness of a black cloud over his head. The body, however, is so well built that on a site like this, he wears more than he should to cloak himself in an ambiguously vulgar aura of colour. His movements are so distracting that the more casual he is, the more attractive he is.

What's more, anyone can see that the man clearly has a distinguished face too, and not revealing it would rather tickle the viewer's brain.

The reaction of the pop-ups then reflected the anchor's charisma, exploding even faster. I don't know if it was a coincidence that the anchor only lazily continued unzipping as Jiang Luo's gaze returned to the broadcast.

The coincidence was caught keenly by Jiang Luo, who squinted at the anchor's hand and wondered how familiar it looked. Jiang Luo's suspicion grew, and when he couldn't see it live, he took a screenshot and zoomed in on the image from his photo album.

He put the picture to the max and after looking closely at the man's hand went back to the pop-ups, the words of which were blurred, but always barely legible.

Stunningly, the countless pop-ups were all in the same sentence, no more, no less than four words: He's in.

It was such a bizarre event that Jiang Luo was able to confirm the identity of the anchor at once.

Jiang Luo could not have imagined that Chi You would play such a game. His face sank and he returned to the live stream in a fury.

You can send money and clothes during the day, but you still let me watch you jerk off at night?

No one in the live room is a real person either, right? This is clearly a set-up waiting for him.

Jiang Luo A curse word had been typed into the dialog box, but before it could be sent, he clicked out with a black face. It was because the evil spirit pretending to be the anchor was moving more and more excessively.

Jiang Luo pressed back hard, only to find that his phone was like a virus and he couldn't exit the live stream.

Jiang Luo tucked his phone directly under his pillow and leaned against it, intending to sleep with his eyes closed.

It was only when my face was pressed against the slightly cool pillow that I realised my skin was a little hot.

The lights in the room are turned off, as if they know Jiang Luo has turned his phone off. The subtle sound of music on the phone stops and turns to the man's ragged panting.

--He did it on purpose.

The evil spirit was deliberately making such a breathing sound, just for him to hear.

Jiang Luo knew it well, but in the silence of the night the breath wrapped around him like a sea of sand. From within the breath it was as if he could imagine what the evil spirit was doing. Stimulating, oppressive, the low gasp has the penetrating power of an incoming flood. From beneath the pillow to Jiang Luo's ear, beads of sweat would snake down the knot of the evil spirit's throat, his brow furrowed and stretched, sensual and dull.

Jiang Luo pulls out his mobile phone and slams it into the ground, the phone splits in pieces and the sound stops.

Jiang Luo's head breaks into a thin sweat as he stares angrily at the crumbled phone, his chest rising and falling faster.

"Psycho," a low curse through clenched teeth, "pervert."

Within a few moments, the mobile phone that Chi You had given to Jiang Luo rang.

Jiang Luo looks at the phone obscurely for a moment, his eyes dangerous, but after a long while he takes it and puts it to his ear.

There was no word from the other side, a silence, the breathing still the same, a rhythm of breath known to all men.

Jiang Luo grips his phone tightly as he covers his eyes with his other hand and lies flat on his back, his palm covering his lips and the bridge of his nose along with it. The palm of his hand is hot, and Jiang Luo wonders with what emotion he is sadly discovering the changes in his body.

He's hard.

The sound of the evil spirits doing their business is in his ears. Jiang Luo closes his eyes and after a few seconds his eyelids flutter and his left hand dips down.

When his round was almost over, he hung up straight away, stank of addressing his needs and ran to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Half an hour later, the phone rings again. Jiang Luo represses his anger and picks it up in a second, but before he can say anything sarcastic, there is still silence on the other side.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He asked viciously.

"You tell me." The evil spirit finally uttered, his voice low and with some rasp that he didn't know whether it was comforting or insatiable.

Jiang Luo raised his voice incredulously, "You're doing it again?"

The evil spirit said, "Once is not the end."

Jiang Luo's fists were so hardened by these words.

I'm fucking done and you're not?

He was cold and silent, and the other side was quiet. Jiang Luo doesn't know why he didn't hang up, perhaps because he knew it would be useless to do so and the evil spirits would call again. He closed his eyes, perhaps relaxed by his release, and Jiang Luo was half asleep, half awake with some sleep.

Suddenly, the evil spirit called his name over the phone, " Jiang Luo ."

Jiang Luo woke up for a moment and opened his eyes, "What are you doing?"

"I want to have sex with you."

Another phone scrapped on the floor.

......

The next morning, when Wen Renlian got up to wash up in the bathroom, he saw Jiang Luo, who was brushing his teeth with a black eye.

Wen Renlian was surprised: "What's wrong with you, you look like you haven't slept well?"

Jiang Luo gave him a numb look.

Wen Renlian speculated, "Bothered by Chi You's advances? You don't want to take the gift he gave you?"

Jiang Luo: "...... He made me listen to him jerk off all night."

Wen Renlian didn't catch it: "What?"

Jiang Luo waved his hand tiredly, not wanting to talk, he rinsed his mouth. Wen Renlian looks around and sees that there is still blood in the toothpaste froth.

It's all on fire.