Benefits of the laboratory

Fan Zijie stared blankly at the parts, unaware that Leng Ruolei had walked up behind him and suddenly grabbed his waist. Fan Zijie was startled and struggled violently, shouting, "Let me go! You bastard!"
Daring to call me a bastard, a rage flashed in Leng Ruolei's eyes as he grabbed Fan Zijie's hair, saying, "Fan Zijie, I think you're courting death."
Fan Zijie looked up in horror, meeting Leng Ruolei's eyes, a blend of ice and fire. In that instant, Fan Zijie felt deeply attracted to those eyes. What beautiful eyes! The black jade-like pupils were unfathomable, like a block of ice hidden within a raging fire—approachable yet noble beyond reproach. The imposing aura rendered Fan Zijie speechless for a moment.
Leng Ruolei dragged Fan Zijie to the bedside. Fan Zijie panicked and struggled violently. He hadn't expected this slender boy to be so much stronger than him. Leng Ruolei coldly said, "Fan Zijie, it seems you've forgotten that you lost when we first met. Do you still want to win now?"
Fan Zijie recalled their first meeting that summer afternoon, and he could almost hear the sound of bones breaking. "What exactly do you want?" His voice became weak and powerless, only his eyes still showed pride.
Leng Ruolei forcefully grabbed his chin. "I told you, you're courting death today. Perfect, I've made some new medicines, I'll use you to test them." "
No!" Fan Zijie was terrified. "Ruolei, I beg you, please don't do this, I beg you!"
Leng Ruolei ignored him and threw him onto the small bed. Before he could react, several iron hoops were already firmly binding him, making him unable to move at all.
Leng Ruolei walked to the lab bench, found a small porcelain bottle, and poured out a beige pill the size of a soybean. "Zijie, do you know what this is? This is a medicine I carefully concocted. Its name is 'Things Don't Go As You Wish,' do you know what that means?" Leng Ruolei smiled strangely, playing with the small porcelain bottle.
Fan Zijie asked in horror, "What is it?"
"It can make a person do things completely against their will," Leng Ruolei said with a smile. "No matter what you originally wanted to do, it will make you obey my commands, but you still retain your own mind. Isn't that great?"
His angelic face, however, was terrifying in Fan Zijie's eyes. Seeing the pill getting closer and closer, Fan Zijie turned his head away, unwilling to face the cruel reality he was about to encounter.
Leng Ruolei put the pill into his mouth, then sealed it with his lips, pushing the pill down his throat.
Fan Zijie stared blankly at Leng Ruolei, without any reaction.
"Young Master Lei." Just as Leng Ruolei was about to remove the iron shackles from Fan Zijie's body, Mo Feili appeared, his face filled with worry. "I'm afraid Ning Wuhen is not going to make it. This is what I took from him."
Leng Ruolei glanced at it and knew what it was. He just sighed deeply and said nothing. Was
Ning Wuhen going to die? Fan Zijie vaguely remembered the young man he had met a few times before. He had been so spirited and ambitious, but now he was leaving? Was such a refined and outstanding young man going to die in the prime of his youth? Fan Zijie felt a deep sorrow in his heart. I absolutely cannot fall in love with you, even though you are so outstanding, but I hate you, I hate you.
Mo Feili looked at Leng Ruolei and couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you going to the hospital? With your medical skills, it's not impossible for Young Master Lei to save him."
Leng Ruolei's face was slightly pale, and he simply waved his hand, saying, "No, I won't save that kind of person."
He stood up and stretched, "Fei'er, let's go, I want to rest."
Mo Feili nodded and followed him out. Before leaving, he glanced at Fan Zijie with a look of pity, seemingly with endless meaning.
Lying on the large waterbed, Leng Ruolei curled up in Mo Feili's arms, saying, "I won't save him. Even if I have the ability, when he disregards his own life, he doesn't deserve to stand by my side, so I absolutely won't save him."
Mo Feili said gently, "I know, Young Master Lei, I know everything."
"What do you know?" Leng Ruolei suddenly became furious, abruptly turning over and covering Mo Feili.
"Take off your clothes." Leng Ruolei's voice was flat.
Mo Feili slowly removed his clothes until his perfect body was exposed before Leng Ruolei.
Leng Ruolei gazed at him, captivated, and exclaimed sincerely, "So beautiful."
He beckoned Mo Feili to come closer. He pulled Mo Feili down by the neck, his lips slowly pressing against Mo Feili's. Mo Feili was momentarily stunned, standing frozen in place.
Leng Ruolei pulled him onto the bed, his forceful lips quickly moving to Mo Feili's neck, leaving a trail of warm, wet kisses.
Mo Feili's eyes became hazy, and he hugged Leng Ruolei tightly, saying, "Young Master Lei, I'm so hot! What's wrong with me?" His voice, almost breaking into tears, gave Leng Ruolei immense pleasure.
Leng Ruolei breathed warmly into his ear, "Silly boy, you're alright. Come on, leave everything to me."
Mo Feili obediently nodded and kissed Ruolei's lips.
Long, slender fingers playfully teased Mo Feili's nipples, causing him to involuntarily moan. He made no attempt to hide his reaction, his hazy eyes fixed on Leng Ruolei's angelic face.
Seeing Mo Feili's gradually rising erection, Leng Ruolei mischievously flicked it. Hearing the person in his arms let out a soft moan, their entire body flushed red like a ripe shrimp, utterly alluring. Long,

slender fingers playfully teased Mo Feili's nipples, causing him to involuntarily moan. He made no attempt to hide his reaction, his hazy eyes fixed on Leng Ruolei's angelic face.
Seeing Mo Feili's gradually rising erection, Leng Ruolei mischievously flicked it. Hearing the person in his arms let out a soft moan, their entire body flushed red like a ripe shrimp, utterly alluring.
Leng Ruolei chuckled softly, "Little Fei'er, you're so sensitive."
Mo Feili simply nestled in Leng Ruolei's arms, panting, saying nothing. He reached out and grasped Mo Feili's manhood, slowly kneading it.
Mo Feili felt completely out of control; every touch from Leng Ruolei made him want to scream. He glanced timidly at Leng Ruolei, and seeing the slight smile on his face, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Ah! Mo Feili couldn't help but cry out, his face flushed as he looked at Leng Ruolei, who was inserting his fingers into his honeypot. He simply lowered his head and kissed Mo Feili's lips, "Fei'er, does it hurt?"
Not daring to tell Young Master Lei that he couldn't even bear this little bit of pain, Mo Feili simply nodded. A devilish smile appeared on Leng Ruolei's face as he added another finger.
Mo Feili felt as if he were on the edge of life and death, pain and pleasure mixed together, making him unable to distinguish what he truly craved. Only helpless moans escaped his lips, drop by drop.
The heat before him drove Mo Feili into a state of extreme frenzy, while the fingers moving within his honeypot from behind nearly drove him to the brink of collapse.
Gently withdrawing his fingers, Leng Ruolei thrust forward, his already erect member burying itself deep inside Mo Feili, pulsating wildly.
It hurt. Mo Feili began to struggle, trying to expel the foreign object invading his body, but the constantly contracting inner walls provided Leng Ruolei with even greater stimulation.
The fiery member relentlessly pounded against his fragile inner walls, reaching new depths again and again.
The honeypot, gradually lubricated by the blood, was no longer so dry, and Mo Feili felt waves of pleasure sweeping through his entire body, almost taking him to heaven.
He slowly withdrew the phallus buried deep within Mo Feili's body, then thrust it in again with a sudden, brutal force, penetrating without mercy. Each thrust was swifter and more ferocious than the last, demonstrating his absolute authority over the body and penetrating deeper and deeper, reaching the very depths of Mo Feili's soul.
He didn't know how much time had passed when the sounds of lovemaking gradually subsided. Mo Feili saw that Leng Ruolei was fast asleep and quietly got up. The moment he moved, he felt a warm, wet liquid slide down his thigh, and his entire body ached as if being torn apart. However, he couldn't bear to look at Leng Ruolei's sleeping face. Unlike his usual lively and smiling self, Leng Ruolei's lips were tightly pursed, and his furrowed brows showed that he was not sleeping peacefully. He wanted to stay, but a shadow had no right to spend the night in its master's bed; he had to leave.
Leng Ruolei turned over uneasily, and a soft voice vaguely came from under the pillow. Mo Feili paused, leaned down to listen, and realized that he was calling out "Big Brother."
"He's still just a child!" Mo Feili sighed deeply. No matter how intelligent he was, no matter how willful and arrogant he was, he was still only a seventeen-year-old child, yet he had faced too much hardship far too early. Although Mo Feiyan wouldn't tell him explicitly, he knew deep down that Young Master Lei wasn't originally like this. What would he have been like? Mo Feili didn't know. He simply leaned down and gently kissed his forehead.
Leng Ruolei let out a soft moan and instinctively hugged Mo Feili.
Mo Feili froze instantly. Damn it, if she hadn't left, being punished by Young Master Lei tomorrow would be a minor matter; the real problem would be that Young Master Lei would never like someone as reckless as her again. Thinking of this, Mo Feili was in turmoil. Looking at Leng Ruolei holding her as she slept, there was no way she could push him away. Oh well, everything she had was given to her by Young Master Lei, so what did it matter if she took it back? As long as she could ensure Young Master Lei slept soundly for one night, nothing else mattered.
She adjusted her position so that Leng Ruolei could sleep more peacefully in her arms until dawn.

Fan Zijie cautiously watched Leng Wushuang. He had been standing there for a long time, staring blankly at the tattoos on his body, without saying a word.
Leng Wushuang called out, "Come out."
Mo Feiyan's slender figure immediately appeared in the air: "Young Master, go see why Young Master Lei hasn't gotten up yet."
Mo Feiyan softly replied, "Yes." Her frail body immediately disappeared.
Seeing Fan Zijie's questioning eyes, Leng Wushuang sneered, "Looks like you're his new toy. You're quite handsome, aren't you? It's a pity you weren't like this; you wouldn't be receiving this treatment today. Honestly, I knew Lei'er was the most obedient."
His icy words struck him like ice pellets. Fan Zijie remained silent, staring intently at him with eyes full of anger.
Leng Wushuang laughed loudly, "You're quite stubborn, kid. But I'd like to see how you'll be punished."
Fan Zijie suddenly remembered Leng Ruolei's cruel methods. How long could he resist without being completely destroyed?
Seeing Fan Zijie's constantly changing expression, Leng Wushuang smiled cruelly.
Mo Feiyan appeared, "Young Master, Young Master Lei is still sleeping."
"Is that so?" Leng Wushuang looked at him with a cold smile, "Who was serving you yesterday?"
Fan Zijie felt his heart pounding, as if he too was eager to know who had been by his side and in his bed yesterday.
Mo Feiyan lowered her head: "It's Mo Feili." Leng
Wushuang froze instantly. He immediately thought of the person who resembled him in several ways—similar eyebrows and eyes, a similar voice, even the scent was somewhat similar.
Leng Wushuang laughed loudly: "Kid, you're quite stubborn. But I'd like to see how you'll be punished."
Fan Zijie suddenly remembered Leng Ruolei's cruel methods. How long could he resist without being completely destroyed?
Seeing Fan Zijie's constantly changing expression, Leng Wushuang smiled cruelly.
Mo Feiyan appeared: "Young Master, Young Master Lei is still sleeping."
"Is that so?" Leng Wushuang looked at him with a cold smile: "Who was serving you yesterday?"
Fan Zijie found his heart pounding, as if he too was eager to know who had been by his side and in his bed yesterday.
Mo Feiyan lowered her head: "It's Mo Feili."
Leng Wushuang froze instantly. He immediately thought of the person who resembled him in some ways—similar eyebrows and eyes, a similar voice, even the scent was somewhat similar.
He cursed under his breath, but his gaze returned to Fan Zijie's tattoos. Mo Feiyan didn't dare say anything more, quietly disappearing, leaving Leng Wushuang facing Fan Zijie.
"What are you looking at?" Fan Zijie shouted angrily, seeing himself completely naked and covered in bruises by a stranger.
"You've got quite a temper." A familiar voice came, but it wasn't Leng Wushuang's voice. That...that wasn't it. Fan Zijie turned around in fear. It was Leng Ruolei speaking, his long hair casually draped behind him, wearing only a thin bathrobe.
Leng Ruolei happily jumped into Leng Wushuang's arms: "Big brother, you came to see me! I knew you loved Lei'er the most."
Leng Wushuang hugged him tightly, pointing strangely at the tattoo on Fan Zijie's body: "You drew this, didn't you?"
Before Leng Ruolei could answer, he continued: "It's been so long since I've seen you pick up a paintbrush. I remember the last time I saw you paint was when you were three years old. Time flies, you're seventeen now."
Leng Ruolei stomped his foot in dissatisfaction: "Big brother, what's wrong with you? Why are you saying all this as soon as you come in? So what if I'm seventeen? Does that mean I'm not your little brother anymore? Don't you love me anymore?"
Leng Wushuang quickly hugged him tightly: "What nonsense are you talking about? Give me a tap." He bent his finger and lightly tapped Leng Ruolei's forehead: "When have I ever not loved you? You little ingrate."
Leng Ruolei pouted: "Then why did you say all that?"
“I was just thinking about when you were little.” Leng Wushuang pulled him down to sit on the chaise lounge. “Back then, you were so cute, all chubby and pink, making everyone want to kiss you. And you were so gentle, always smiling at everyone, so incredibly kind.”
Leng Ruolei nestled in his arms, recalling those sweetest and warmest days, and for a moment he couldn’t say a word.
Leng Wushuang continued, "Back then, you didn't like anything about mechanics or computers, let alone an MBA. You loved to draw, often scribbling everywhere with your pen. You wouldn't go to the art studio I gave you; you preferred drawing on the walls. But you weren't tall enough, so I always had to carry you to draw."
Leng Ruolei sighed deeply, "Those are memories from so long ago. Big brother still remembers them so clearly."
"Of course I remember them clearly." Leng Wushuang stroked his long hair, then picked up a comb from the lab table and casually combed it. "I'll always remember. I was a failed older brother. Not only did I fail to protect you, but I also made you try so hard to protect me at such a young age." His voice became hoarse.
Leng Ruolei suddenly raised his head: "Big brother, what are you saying! I want to protect you because you're my beloved older brother, not for any other reason. Don't you love and care for me just as much? If you can do it, so can I."
Fan Zijie looked at the two embracing in front of him. It was strange; no pair of brothers would act like this. Something seemed off between them, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Their conversation was normal, their posture was normal—what was wrong with them?
“Young Master Lei.” Mo Feili suddenly appeared. “Ning Wuhen just regained consciousness and said he wanted to see you. What’s your opinion, Young Master Lei?”
Leng Ruolei thought for a moment and said decisively, “I won’t see him. You go and tell him that if he has the guts to die, he should have the guts to bear the consequences. As for the videotape, you can handle it yourself. See how he feels.”
Mo Feili nodded. “I understand.” In a flash, he disappeared.
Watching Mo Feili’s figure disappear into the distance, Leng Wushuang silently hugged Ruolei tightly. “You like him very much, don’t you?”
“But he chose death.” Leng Ruolei said listlessly, “Do we have to weakly choose death when facing fate? Perhaps for some people, yes, but if we choose death just because of heartbreak, isn’t that too cowardly?”
Leng Wushuang gently stroked his head, not knowing how to tell him that sometimes choosing death is also a kind of courage.
When Mo Feili reappeared, he brought news of Ning Wuhen's death: "Young Master Lei, Ning Wuhen died ten minutes ago. This is his suicide note. He was..." He hesitated for a moment before adding, "He wanted to see Young Master Lei until his death."
Leng Wushuang glanced at him and smiled, "Mo Feiyan."
A tall, slender figure immediately appeared. Leng Wushuang pointed at Mo Feili with one finger: "Give him a good lesson. Let him know what it means to serve his master. Give him a profound lesson. Humph."
Leng Ruolei didn't even look at him, only smiling as he hugged Leng Wushuang: "Big brother still loves me the most."
"Then go and make something delicious to reward me," Wushuang said with a smile, nudging him.
"You're worried about not having enough to eat?" Leng Ruolei laughed. "Just give the order, and I'll bring you delicacies."
"Go away." Leng Wushuang affectionately tapped his head. "Just get me something simple. I haven't had breakfast yet."
Leng Ruolei nodded. "Okay, okay, you're so nagging."
Leng Wushuang watched Leng Ruolei leave, then turned her gaze to Mo Feiyan. She saw Mo Feiyan hanging Mo Feili upside down.
Leng Wushuang walked behind him and slapped Mo Feiyan across the face. "Why are you so slow? Can't you bring yourself to do it?"
Mo Feiyan lowered his head, not daring to say anything. He truly couldn't bring himself to do it. Except for his face, Mo Feili was entirely crafted by Leng Ruolei based on Wushuang's every detail. How could he possibly harm his beloved master? But he also knew that Leng Wushuang wanted him to do it, simply to punish him.
He silently watched Leng Wushuang until a sharp pain shot through him. It turned out that Leng Wushuang had used a knife to carve out a chunk of flesh from his back.
Fan Zijie stared wide-eyed in shock. What a cruel person! Was she really going to torture him like that?
Just as he was thinking this, he heard Leng Wushuang laugh, "Fan Zijie, Fan Zijie, do you feel sorry for him?"
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Leng Wushuang walked behind him and slapped Mo Feiyan across the face: "Why are you so slow? Can't you bring yourself to do it?"
Mo Feiyan lowered his head, not daring to say anything more. He truly couldn't bring himself to do it. Apart from his face, everything about Mo Feili was meticulously crafted by Leng Ruolei based on Wushuang's every detail. How could he possibly harm his beloved master? But he also knew that Leng Wushuang wanted him to do it, simply to punish him.
He silently watched Leng Wushuang until a sharp pain shot through him. Leng Wushuang had used a knife to carve a chunk of flesh from his back.
Fan Zijie stared in shock, his eyes wide. What a cruel person! Was she really going to torture him like this?
Just then, he heard Leng Wushuang laugh, "Fan Zijie, Fan Zijie, don't you feel sorry for him?"
A flame flickered in Fan Zijie's cold eyes: "I'm not surprised at all that you inhuman people are capable of anything."
Leng Wushuang laughed, grabbing Mo Feiyan's hair: "See for yourself. Hahaha." Fan
Zijie stared at Mo Feiyan in shock. Mo Feiyan was slender and tall, with honey-colored skin that shone alluringly. But none of that mattered; it was his face that made Fan Zijie gasp.
It was a face with two sides to it. The right side was perfectly intact, its delicate skin as flawless as the finest porcelain. But the left side, without the cover of hair, revealed numerous scars—burns, knife wounds, and something else mixed together, making it impossible for Fan Zijie to discern what other injuries lay within. "You're inhuman! How could a human be so cruel?" Fan Zijie was filled with rage, forgetting his surroundings and his current status, only cursing, "And you!"
He turned to Mo Feiyan, "He treated you like this, and you still follow him like a dog, fawning over him. Are you even human?"
Mo Feiyan glanced at him coldly, saying nothing.
Leng Wushuang chuckled, "If he were so easily swayed by your words, would I still keep him by my side? You really don't have a brain." Fan
Zijie trembled with anger, but the situation was beyond his control. He forced his lower lip shut, his bright eyes almost spitting fire.
"Mo Feiyan, go and teach him properly. I don't want Lei'er to have trouble finding someone to help him." After saying this, Leng Wushuang began to leisurely play with some trinkets on the table.
Before long, Leng Ruolei came in carrying a large porcelain plate, "Big brother, come and have something to eat."
Leng Wushuang smiled and gestured for Ruolei to sit on his lap, "You haven't had breakfast yet either, eat with us."
Ruolei nodded, "Okay, what's the problem?"
Slowly chewing the food he had painstakingly prepared, Ruolei said somewhat dissatisfied, "Big brother, are you deliberately trying to mess with me?" “
What?” Leng Wushuang raised an eyebrow.
Ruolei pouted in dissatisfaction: “You know perfectly well that people can’t cook, yet you still make them cook. It’s awful.”
Leng Wushuang chuckled and kissed his smooth forehead: “I like it. Even though it’s not very well made, it feels like home.”
Leng Ruolei shuddered: “Big brother.”
Leng Wushuang stopped and gently stroked his back: “Lei’er, you’ve been pampered since you were little, so it’s not surprising that you can’t cook. But I still want to try the food you made for me. If you don’t like it, leave it all for me and have them make it for you again.” He gestured with his chin towards Mo Feiyan and the others.
Leng Ruolei was silent for a moment, then picked up a piece of cake and laughed: “Big brother, what are you saying? You don’t even appreciate what you made yourself?” Leng
Wushuang laughed too. The warm atmosphere enveloped them, impenetrable yet deeply intoxicating.
Fan Zijie stared blankly at the brothers' intimate interaction, a bittersweet feeling welling up inside him, as if someone were slowly cutting into his heart with a dull knife. His eyes involuntarily moistened.
On the other side of the laboratory, Mo Feiyan was torturing Mo Feili.
Mo Feili's hands were tightly bound, his long, black hair cascading to the floor, his body hung high upside down. He didn't even glance at Feiyan; his dazed gaze was fixed on Leng Ruolei.
"Look at me." Mo Feiyan's voice carried a hint of anxiety. If Mo Feili didn't change his ways, he would die a horrible death, and Young Master Lei would definitely not interfere.
Mo Feili turned his gaze back to the person in front of him: "Why?" His voice was full of confusion. To him, only Leng Ruolei was the most important person. He would never do anything to anger him, but he still angered Leng Ruolei. He didn't want to, but he couldn't forget Ning Wuhen's eyes, filled with pain, confusion, and expectation.
Mo Feiyan shook her head: "If you continue like this, I can't save you. Just remember, this is taboo."
Mo Feili coldly said: "You've never been able to save me. It seems the only person who could stop the young master hasn't spoken. I know I've angered Young Master Lei. I'll accept whatever punishment comes my way."
Mo Feiyan didn't dare say more, only placing a delicate little jade bead between Mo Feili's eyebrows and pressing down hard. It hurt so much. Mo Feili gritted his teeth, not letting himself cry out. Young Master Lei was eating breakfast; disturbing him would be a grave offense.
Then, Mo Feiyan ripped open his clothes with a swish. For a moment, she didn't know what to do. She hadn't received orders and couldn't make decisions on her own. Such orders only put her in a dilemma, but she couldn't ask her master.
Leng Ruolei's eyes flickered; he had already noticed Mo Feiyan's embarrassment. He tugged at Wushuang's sleeve: "Big brother, look."
Leng Wushuang followed his gaze and asked knowingly, "You have a plan, right? What are you going to do with him?"
Leng Ruolei smiled sweetly, his expression pure and innocent like an angel: "Do you think if I send him to a 'degenerate school,' he'll be very obedient?"
Upon hearing this, Wushuang suddenly smacked him on the forehead: "You, if you play him to death, there won't be any fun."
Ruolei still smiled: "If he were that easy to kill, he wouldn't deserve to be my shadow."
Wushuang couldn't help but shake her head: "You, when you're ruthless, you're much more ruthless than me. Do you want to see the suicide note Ning something wrote to you?"
At the mention of Ning Wuhen, Leng Ruolei's smile slowly faded: "Of course I want to see it."
Taking out the letter, Leng Ruolei appeared unusually heavy-hearted; lines of twisted and messy handwriting leaped into view.
Ruolei:
Are you alright? I don't know what to say to you. I love you, I love you like crazy. Otherwise, I wouldn't have let you do whatever you wanted to me in the movie theater. But you don't love me. Don't deny it, I've always known that Mo Feili and you have a close relationship, but I still decided to be with you because I truly love you to death.
But what I never expected was that you would film that scene in the movie theater. I don't know how Nian Yi did it. No one can film that kind of scene in a movie theater, and even if they could, it couldn't be very clear. But that tape was so real. It completely shattered all my dreams. But I didn't choose to die; that's not my path. It was just an accident. Since we've already met, there's nothing we can do. I only hope that we will never meet again in the next life.
Never meet again!!!

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