I put out his fire

The next two days were not easy.

The pirates threw the two on the deck, gave them no food, and only gave them a little fresh water.

The pampered Nero is already showing signs of dehydration.

In the middle of the night, the cold fog froze the entire sea like ice.The air is as cold as ice, and as long as one takes a breath, the chill can flow in from the tip of the nose, and freeze along the blood vessels all the way to the soles of the feet.

Nero curled up beside Rhodes, shivering from the cold.His lips were dry and white, like a layer of hoarfrost.His eyelids were drooping, and the eyeballs under the long eyelashes were lifeless, as if they had also been frozen into ice.

"I'm going to die... Rhodes..." Nero said with a sigh.

His teeth chattered uncontrollably, and white steam came out of his mouth intermittently when he spoke.

Rhodes frowned as if being stung, "Don't say such words!" He was touched by some emotion, and the tone was almost reprimanded.

Nero looked at his unattractive expression and closed his mouth obediently.

He couldn't help but hugged his arms tightly because of the cold, and his teeth touched lightly.He trembled uncontrollably, looked at Rhodes with an aggrieved expression, and looked like he was about to cry: "My hands are about to freeze... Please warm me... Rhodes..."

Rhodes took off the leather gloves and tried to warm his hands.Nero's hand was already frozen, showing a lifeless livid purple color, like warm metal.

Rhode squeezed his stiff fingers and asked, "Why are your hands like ice?"

Nero's consciousness began to blur, and his vision seemed to be covered with a layer of veil, which was very unclear.He subconsciously fell on Rhode's shoulder, hugged his arm, and said softly, "I've had cold hands and feet since I was a child...it's the same in summer..."

As he spoke, his voice became softer, his eyelids gradually closed, and he became very weak.

Rhodes patted his cheek twice, "I can't sleep yet!"

Nero slowly opened his eyes, speaking in a trembling voice, "I'm too cold... Rhodes..."

"I know." Rhodes tightened the neckline of his cloak, "Persevere! We can leave tomorrow morning."

Nero moved his eyes and saw the moon in the night sky.Sensitive, he has a gloomy demeanor, and there is sadness in his eyes.

He quivered his lips and said, "See that moon? My head is as cold as it is..."

Rhodes took off the leather armor and put it on for Nero.All he had left was a thin black singlet.

"Is it better?" He asked, pulling his flying hair.

"No... I'm still cold..." Nero's consciousness was hazy, and the words in his mind drifted out of his mouth without thinking.

He felt that his body was slowly freezing from the beginning, and his soul was being pulled out little by little; like a sick tree, starting from the leaves turning yellow, and slowly decaying to the roots.

Nero's lips were chapped, and the words he said were extremely bitter: "I think I will die, Rhodes... I will die by your side..."

"I won't let you die!" Rhodes clenched his hand tightly and said firmly, "I will protect you!"

His tone was somewhat eager.He put his arms around Nero's shoulders and sent him into his arms.

So Nero pressed against his chest softly.

Nero's senses are heightened.He felt the temperature like warm water coming through the cloth, and he could smell the saponin on his body, which was as refreshing as citrus.He could see the tiny gaps in his clothing, and even hear his slow heartbeat through the layers of flesh and blood.

He cared so much about this moment that he could remember every detail.

Rhodes lowered his head, and his chin was embedded in his silver hair, "So?"

Nero didn't answer.He raised his head slightly, and this action brought his forehead to Rhodes' chin.

He dawdled a little carefully, and Rhode's short, hard stubble, which he had no time to take care of, made him itchy.

That's a sign of maturity and masculinity.

In fact, Nero is still very cold.But he didn't say it.

Perception is a dark and subjective thing.Some feelings can only be known in the heart, but cannot be expressed.

……

In the early morning of the next day, before the sun jumped out of the horizon, a merchant ship was coming from afar.

The pirate leader stepped on the mast excitedly, tugged at the mast rope and shouted.From time to time, he supported the bronze mask that was about to fall, and cheered exaggeratedly, like a comedian performing a farce.

His filthy men were even crazier, scurrying up onto the deck like a swarm of merry black ants.

Rhodes stayed up all night, holding the hilt of the sword with his right hand all the time, always looking like he was on the verge of firing.

Nero curled up on his lap, his whole body covered in leather armor, except for a fluffy curly hair.

He was still sleeping, breathing evenly and steadily.

He's already been through this.

As Rhodes said, the protection of merchant ships is not strict, and there are only tired slaves and sailors who have traveled long distances on board.

Pirates easily took down entire merchant ships.They looted silks worth gold, and vase statues decorated with shells.The slaves on the ship naturally became their property.

The chief was carried away with joy.He ordered his men to hang silk on the masts of merchant ships.

The bright red silk fluttered over the blue sea, as if a wisp of blood from a god had fallen to the surface of the sea.

Rhodes woke Nero, put his arms on his shoulders, and helped him to stand up.

Nero was already very weak.He didn't have the energy to speak, his legs were shaking, and there was always a cloud of black mist in front of his eyes.

The leader swayed in front of them, carrying some woolen blankets and dried meat in his hands.

"You are free!" he said kindly. "This is my farewell present to you."

Nero snorted coldly.The sneer seemed to drain his strength, and he was dizzy and his legs wobbled.

"Oh! Look at this stubborn child!" The leader said with a smile, "But... who can have no temper when they are young?!"

Rhodes glanced at the merchant ship not far away, and raised his hand with indifference, "Tell your men to tear off the silk, the lurking ships like pirates showing off their spoils most."

The leader's eyes sparkled, "I bet my life that you are definitely a person who has experienced the waves! You must have a past full of salt and fish!"

Rhodes smiled contemptuously.He raised his head recalcitrantly, his high nose bridge had a very handsome profile, and the line was very easy to break.

"It's all rubbish in the past," he said sternly, "it's not worth mentioning!"

The leader stared at him thoughtfully, and the two small eyes under the mask radiated a sharp light.

He slowed down his tone and introduced himself in a serious tone: "My name is Welba."

He punched Rhodes' chest, "I really hope to see you again one day!"

Rhodes looked indifferent.

"He doesn't want to see you again!" Nero shouted angrily with only consciousness.

The leader laughed jokingly, and kept teasing: "Look at this little sheep! He's quite good at biting!"

……

Soon, all the pirates withdrew to the merchant ships.The waves caused the two ships to drift apart.

Nero couldn't bear it any longer, and fell to the deck in darkness.Rhodes helped him into the cabin.

The cabin smelled of fish and alcohol left by pirates, and the smell was as strong and pungent as if it had been boiled over a simmering fire.

Rhodes held his breath and opened the cabin window to let in the wind.

Nero lay down on the bed, wrapped in a thick woolen blanket.He felt that his dry body was gradually filling up, the withered blood vessels were gradually rounding up, and the soles of his feet gradually warmed up.His scattered and chaotic consciousness gathered little by little.

Rhodes fed him some hot water and brought him a bowl of hot porridge.

Nero regained some anger.He turned his face away, and the eyelashes cast a thick black color on the eyelids, making him look even more sickly.

"What's that?" he asked quietly.

"Oatmeal." Rhodes stirred a few times with a spoon, making a slow sound.

"Is there any honey?" Nero asked expectantly. "I'll only eat oatmeal with honey or cheese."

Rhodes glanced at him, and there was a submissive hardness between his brows.He teased: "This one is boiled with rough barley, and there is no honey cheese! But you need this most now!"

His deep face was illuminated by the light, and the black singlet was opened up to the collarbone, revealing a section of his neck.He has black hair and black clothes, blending with the darkness behind him, his whole body is in the darkness, only his face and the white bowl in his hand are bright.

And his red lips are the only color in the black and white vision.

Nero's eyes staring at him gradually became dull.

"Actually, this tastes pretty good too..." Rhode scooped up a spoonful and said in a seductive tone, "There are dried meat in the porridge."

"Dried meat?" Nero thought of what the leader said, and hesitated, "It can't be human flesh..."

"Even if it's human flesh, you have to eat it!" Rhodes smiled, his eyes were bright, similar to a fierce luster.

"Because you want to live!" he said incredulously.

Rhodes brought the spoon to his mouth, opened and closed his red lips, and took a sip tentatively; then, his black eyes moved, with a thoughtful and aftertaste expression, as if he was tasting wine Instead of tasting the porridge; finally, he relaxed his expression, swallowed the porridge, and rolled his protruding Adam's apple.

Nero stared at his Adam's apple, as if being led by him, he swallowed involuntarily.

"Porridge is fine." Rhodes scooped out a spoonful of porridge, handed it to Nero's mouth, and a little slyly shot into the corner of his eyes, "Do you want to eat?"

Nero bit down on the spoon like a ghost.

After feeding him a spoonful, Rhodes was amused by his innocent childishness.He softened his tone in a rare way, and said with some relief: "You are really obedient."

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