Forced to take the love route by a scumbag villain

doing what?

Meng Xing wanted to pretend not to understand, but Wen Rulan's expression and movements were so straightforward that he couldn't pretend, so he could only face it.

However, facing does not mean accepting. Meng Xing had given the answer before, when Wen Rulan was buying condoms, but Wen Rulan said that she was prepared.

According to Meng Xing's understanding, being prepared means being prepared in advance. There is still some time before the actual action is taken, but Wen Rulan did it that night.

Meng Xing felt that he had fallen into a trap. Just like the classic lie that could only be ignored, Wen Rulan approached step by step. He only took a small step forward each time, which would not arouse Meng Xing's alertness, but there were many small steps. Added up, it’s a big step.

The idea of ​​being prepared was simply a lie to him. Wen Rulan had probably already planned what she would do in the evening when she bought it. Moreover, this is just the beginning of his plan.

After Wen Rulan said these two words, he waited for a while and saw that Meng Xing was stunned and unresponsive. He came up again, pressed his forehead against Meng Xing's, and put his fingers on Meng Xing's neck to rub.

While massaging the back of Meng Xing's neck to relax Meng Xing's tense muscles, he murmured to Meng Xing, "Do it once."

His tone was not forceful, but rather pleading. As he spoke, his warm breath spread all over Meng Xing's face, tickling him and making his sensitive skin tremble involuntarily.

Meng Xing couldn't help but want to agree to his request. Meng Xing barely resisted and was pushed to the bed by Wen Rulan.

Wen Rulan propped herself up above Meng Xing and leaned over to kiss him. It was not a deep kiss like before, but just a gentle caress with her lips.

He took Meng Xing's lower lip in his mouth, licking and biting it, and seduced her again: "Just do it once."

Meng Xing said nothing, but under Wen Rulan's successive attacks, his defense line was already in danger.

However, when Wen Rulan pushed him with her knee, the unprecedented stimulation made Meng Xing tremble all over and made him wake up.

He held Wen Rulan's shoulders with both hands and pushed Wen Rulan away from him with a little force. He sat up from the bed and said with unsteady breath, "It's too early now..."

Wen Rulan looked sideways at Meng Xing, but he didn't say anything. After a while, he also sat up from the bed, picked up the wine glass, and poured himself another glass.

He didn't give any more to Meng Xing, but poured it out for himself. He didn't drink it quickly, sipping it in small sips, letting the choking flavor of the wine fully evaporate in his mouth.

After a long time, he spoke again.

"Meng Xing." He called Meng Xing's name, staring at the ice-blue wine in his hand, but his pupils were not focused. He was a little lost: "It's already August 8th."

Meng Xing was startled because he understood the meaning of Wen Rulan's words.

Is it early?

It's getting late.

When the time comes to August 8th, Wen Rulan may die at any time. Maybe like the previous two times, they will meet again in the next world, but it is also possible that, like the first two worlds, although they meet However, Wen Rulan has no memory.

This depends on the ending of the game played by Meng Xing. He failed twice and has to wait for two more attempts. What will be the ending of the fifth time? He no longer had any guarantees.

Because this is really too difficult, too difficult...

For Wen Rulan, the only real sure time she can spend with Meng Xing is just over a day.

So he wanted to be with Meng Xing for real, not because he was so impatient that he couldn't wait a little longer, but because he didn't have much time left to wait.

Meng Xing understood Wen Rulan's thoughts and why Wen Rulan was so urgent. But he...

"I'm not ready yet..." This was Meng Xing's final answer.

Before yesterday, he firmly felt that he was a straight man and that he did not like Wen Rulan. Even though he accepted Wen Rulan last night, when Wen Rulan was about to kiss him in the morning, he would still subconsciously avoid it.

Some deep-rooted things cannot be changed in a day. Meng Xing is already trying to accept and get used to the other person, get used to the other person's closeness, and get used to the other person's kiss, but he can go from kissing to the last step... This step is a bit real. It was too big, and he was really not prepared for this.

Regarding Meng Xing's answer, Wen Rulan did not complain or blame, as if Meng Xing understood him, he also understood Meng Xing.

He had seen Meng Xing's performance in the first two worlds. He knew that making Meng Xing fully accept himself would not happen overnight. If he hadn't had so much time, he would not have done it so urgently. He would have taken his time. Slowly, Meng Xing accepted it willingly, and even took the initiative to take the last step.

He had tried his best to lure Meng Xing to the last step with as gentle a method as possible, although the outcome was still failure.

A little disappointed, but Wen Rulan understood and accepted the failure. He nodded and said: "Understood."

After he finished speaking, he took another sip of wine, and then another sip. When Meng Xing came to his senses, he found that most of the bottle of wine was gone, and Wen Rulan's face also had a touch of red, as if she was drunk.

He quickly reached out and snatched the wine bottle and glass from Wen Rulan's hand. Wen Rulan looked at his panic movements and slightly curved the corners of her mouth.

Meng Xing saw this smile, and he didn't know if it was because he was drunk or something. He suddenly felt that Wen Rulan had a different kind of charm at this moment.

Wen Rulan's appearance has always been outstanding. Although Meng Xing is completely indifferent, this is an irrefutable fact. But now, he seemed to finally be able to get a hint of the other person's outstanding appearance.

Meng Xing's breathing was disordered for a moment. He quickly stood up and temporarily left the room on the pretext of putting the wine back in the wine cabinet.

Wen Rulan didn't notice Meng Xing's gaffe. He was actually not drunk. He had a good drinking capacity, but he was a little tipsy at the moment and his mind was not as clear as usual.

It was just right that Meng Xing took the wine away. He couldn't drink anymore. He had other things to do tomorrow. Wen Rulan stood up and walked to the window sill of the room. He opened the window and let himself sober up with the cold wind carrying frost and snow, which was different from the cold wind in the warm room.

After Meng Xing put the wine back in the wine cabinet, he returned to the room and felt the cold wind blowing against his face. Wen Rulan was standing at the vent blowing the air.

"You're not afraid of catching a cold." Meng Xing said as he walked over quickly, trying to close the window again.

But Wen Rulan reached out to stop him: "Blow some wind to help you think."

"What are you thinking about?" Meng Xing asked.

"Thinking..." Wen Rulan looked out the window at the white snow. His drunkenness was aroused by the cold wind. The stimulation of cold and heat actually made his mind a little sharper than usual, and it also allowed him to think more. Questions that I usually don’t think about.

He seemed to be answering Meng Xing, but also seemed to be muttering to himself: "Why did I have to die on that day?"

Meng Xing was stunned. Because he didn't know the answer to why Tian targeted Wen Rulan like this. Wen Rulan is not a good person, but he is not a heinous person.

Tiandao's determination to kill Wen Rulan was clearly revealed by the 82nd thunderbolt and the roc bird that chased them until the last second. There are evil people in the world who are more evil than Wen Rulan, but God is not as cold and ruthless to them as it is to Wen Rulan.

"The system said that Mr. Mengze did something wrong." After a while, Meng Xing gave such an answer that he didn't know whether it was an answer or not.

"Mengzejun..." Wen Rulan recited this name, and the familiarity almost engraved in her bones and blood was naturally awakened when she recited these three words, but at the same time, they were both familiar and strange. , except for this name, he knew nothing about the other party.

"What kind of god is Mr. Mengze?" Wen Rulan couldn't help but ask.

Meng Xing originally wanted to say, "Isn't it just you?" After all, he always thought that Wen Rulan was Mengzejun, but for some reason, he felt that this was not the answer Wen Rulan wanted to hear.

He also turned his gaze to the window. He looked at the slowly falling snow. He was silent for a moment and tried to use his own understanding to describe the outline of the imaginary Mengze Lord: "Mengze Lord is the god who controls dreams. There are three thousand people in the world. There are different worlds of different sizes, prosperous and rich like the heaven where the gods live, and there is also such a bustling human world, and the dream is the projection of the three thousand worlds. Among the three thousand dreams, each dream corresponds to a real world."

"The prosperity of heaven can be found in dreams, and the fireworks of the human world can also be found in dreams. To a certain extent, Mengze Lord is very similar to Tiandao. One controls three thousand worlds, and the other controls three thousand dreams. In reality, Tiandao has no influence. Even in the dream world, Mr. Mengze can do anything."

"But they are not the same. Heaven is ruthless, a cold and strict order. It usually does not interfere with the operation of the world and only guards behind the scenes. But Mr. Mengze is affectionate. He may not be able to bear the long years of loneliness. He will He often wanders in three thousand dreams, just like traveling. He will go wherever the dreams look good and interesting."

"He will have traveled to many, many places and met many, many people. Even gods with the same long lifespan may not see as much or go as far as he does. Because he is the master of dreams, he can travel among three thousand dreams. He can come and go freely in the world. Others want to pass through the barriers of the world. From one world to another, they may have to pass through many dangerous passes, but he only needs a thought."

"After seeing so many people and things, there are very few things that interest him. He will still be attracted by beautiful and fun dreams, but it is just attraction. He will admire the beauty and fragrance of flowers, and sigh at human beings. The dreams are strange and strange, but he will not take them to heart, nor will he stay for them. He will always be wandering, always on the road."

The more Meng Xing talked, the more immersed he became, and the more detailed he became, as detailed as if he had seen Meng Zejun with his own eyes.

"He probably also loves to play. From time to time, he appears as a character in other people's dreams, like a man-eating ghost in a nightmare. After he opens his bloody mouth and swallows the dream owner, he turns his belly into a candy house. The dream owner who was frightened and crying looked at the bones that turned into candy canes in his hands and was at a loss..."

Meng Xing laughed when he said this. He seemed to really see the expression of the dream owner who was frightened and crying when he found that the gloomy human bones in his hands had turned into sweet candy canes.

"He will also punish rape and eliminate evil, and bring the evildoers into a nightmare, imitating the underworld in human legends, and hold court trials in dreams."

"Some of those villains will confess honestly, and some will resist stubbornly, so he clicked his fingers and conjured up a big oil pot..." Meng Xing couldn't help but turned his head and gestured to Wen Rulan: "It's that big , can hold several people..."

His voice slowly dropped because he found that Wen Rulan had turned her head away at some point and was looking at him with a complex and difficult to understand look.

Meng Xing's words completely disappeared. He lowered his head, not knowing whether he was feeling guilty or trying to hide something. He suddenly added: "This is all my guess."

Wen Rulan looked at Meng Xing steadily. He did not ask or question, because he no longer needed to ask anything.

He closed the window and said "Hmm", then turned back to the bed and said, "Go to sleep."

With that said, he lay down on the bed.

Meng Xing stood by the window for a while longer. After Wen Rulan lay down, he walked to the bed, turned off the light, and lay down on it.

As soon as he lay down on the bed, Wen Rulan pressed close to him. The cold wind had been blowing for so long. Even though he was lying on the warm bed, Wen Rulan's body was still a little cold. He hugged Meng Xing tightly, as if he wanted to absorb the cold wind from Meng Xing. of warmth.

Meng Xing hugged him back, and they hugged each other in the dark night, warming each other, and then fell asleep in silence.

Another night passed.

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