I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

"Come over here," Pei Shuangjin patted the edge of the bed with a hair dryer in his hand, "blow dry your hair."

Song Guicheng put down the unfinished game in his hand and crawled over obediently. His pajamas hung on his protruding shoulder blades, swaying empty as he moved.

Pei Shuangjin felt that the person in front of him was too docile and too fragile. He tightened his grip on the hair dryer.

"Buzz--" the sound of the hair dryer rang out in the quiet night.

Song Guicheng had his back to Pei Shuangjin, and the two were very close. From behind, it looked like he was being held in Pei Shuangjin's arms.

Pei Shuangjin's body temperature seemed to penetrate into Song Guicheng's skin through two thin layers of pajamas, bringing a slight coolness that was completely different from the warm wind.

Song Guicheng's hair fluttered in the wind. His hair was of good quality, soft and black, sticking to his thin and fair cheeks. Further down were his protruding shoulder blades, which contrasted sharply with Pei Shuangjin's well-proportioned hands.

Pei Shuangjin's gaze moved from Song Guicheng's thin body to his skinny legs, and finally fell on his thin ankles. He couldn't help but frowned slightly.

too skinny.

Song Guicheng didn't notice Pei Shuangjin's expression, he was checking his props.

He is already at level B, but his props are pitifully few: a watch, two kinds of candy, super glue, a dagger and an apple pendant, and a Tai Chi Bagua plate.

Song Guicheng had visited the system mall seriously, but he rarely bought anything. No matter how powerful the props were, they would never become his own strength.

He put his five fingers together and squeezed his palm.

The gift of a palm facing upward is ultimately illusory, but the power of a clenched fist is not.

Pei Shuangjin stared at Song Guicheng's slowly raised fist, stunned, frowned and thought for a moment, then freed one hand and made a "yeah" gesture towards his fist.

Song Guicheng:?

He raised his head and looked at Pei Shuangjin in confusion. The light above his head fell into Song Guicheng's eyes, and Pei Shuangjin was reflected in the light in his eyes.

He turned off the hair dryer and said, "You win."

Song Guicheng was stunned for a moment before he realized what Pei Shuangjin was saying: Rock, paper, scissors. You play rock and I play scissors. You win.

I won.

I won.

Song Guicheng repeated this sentence over and over again in his lips and tongue, finding it funny.

He leaned back and leaned into Pei Shuangjin's arms. The body temperature behind him was like the chilly early spring. He closed his eyes lovingly and asked, "Is there any reward if I win?"

"Yes," Pei Shuangjin put down the hair dryer and gently rubbed his cheek with his fingers, "I can agree to one of your requests."

"Anything is okay?"

"Ah."

Those deep black eyes stared at Song Guicheng without blinking, focused and serious.

Song Guicheng said: "I can't think of anything I want you to do right now, let's save it for later, I'll tell you when I remember it."

Pei Shuangjin: "Okay."

After turning off the lights, the two of them lay on the same bed, covered with the same quilt.

As night falls, the sound is trapped in the pocket woven by darkness. It becomes quiet outside the window again, with only the clear moonlight shining through.

Song Guicheng was lying on his side with his back to Pei Shuangjin. The highly decomposed female corpse had been confirmed to be Sato Misaki.

Her death was extremely tragic, with her body broken directly at the waist, exactly the same as Yamamoto who died in school.

Is this her revenge?

Song Guicheng was not surprised by this. What really made him nervous was what Sato Misaki said: You deserve to die even less than I do.

Obviously, she knew that her and Pei Shuangjin's identities were unusual. They were just the boss of a B-level copy. How could she know all this?

Song Yujie again?

No, he should be called the God of Nothingness.

Song Guicheng's hands, curled in front of his chest, pinched his collar unconsciously, and his brows were slightly frowned.

It shouldn't be his real body that is chasing after him, but a wisp of his energy that is sneaking in, or this copy is made by him?

Song Guicheng's mind was full of thoughts, and the more he thought about them, the more uneasy he felt. He was not afraid of anything else, but he was just worried that someone would mess up his plan.

"Can't sleep?"

Pei Shuangjin behind him suddenly moved towards him, put his arm around him, and asked, "What do you want to eat tomorrow morning? I'll make it."

Song Guicheng was stunned: "Can you do it?"

Pei Shuang raised her eyebrows imperceptibly: "Yes."

He traced Song Guicheng's wrist and felt his hand that was tightly grasping his collar. He forcefully occupied his palm, causing Song Guicheng to relax unconsciously.

Song Guicheng thought of the indescribable meal in the "Jie Si Luo" dungeon, and hesitated to speak. After a long pause, he said tactfully: "I'll do it..."

"Your hand is injured." This sentence blocked what Song Guicheng wanted to say.

"Ok."

Song Guicheng was not so pampered as to be picky about food in the dungeon, he just felt that he spent too little time with Wu Zhi, so little that Wu Zhi could not eat all of his specialties.

Now this person is competing with him for the few opportunities to cook.

Song Guicheng was listlessly playing with Pei Shuangjin's fingers, not noticing that he was already in Pei Shuangjin's arms.

He pondered over Sato Misaki's words again and again, and suddenly found another highlight. He turned around suddenly and bumped into Pei Shuangjin's face. He said excitedly: "Sato Misaki said just now that she is still alive?!"

You deserve to be alive more than I do, doesn’t that mean she is still alive?

Pei Shuangjin's nose was hit and he felt a sharp pain. At the same time, the clothes on his chest were grabbed by the culprit again.

The instigator's eyes were wide open, filled with surprise and disbelief, and a faint light could be seen in the silent darkness.

"Well," Pei Shuangjin's voice was a little heavy, half in pain, "It's a little hard to believe, but it seems to be the case."

Song Guicheng nodded thoughtfully, let go of his hand, and was caught up in a new problem. Since Sato Misaki was still alive, why was the main task of the copy "Who killed her?"

Could it be that someone else died?

Pei Shuangjin stretched out his hand and tucked the quilt behind him. It was already spring, but the cold air still lingered and invaded the night.

"You were in a bad mood just now because you were thinking about what Sato Misaki said?" Pei Shuangjin asked.

Song Guicheng was stunned: "How do you know I'm in a bad mood?"

It's pitch dark here and the lights are not on.

Pei Shuangjin frowned. How could he know? He took back his hand and pressed his heart, saying seriously, "Your mood will be transmitted to me."

Dull, unhappy, and confused, the feelings were vaguely running around in his heart. Perhaps he felt only half of what Song Guicheng felt, but it was strong enough.

As soon as this sentence came out, Song Guicheng's first reaction was, could the awkward scene in his mind also be known? !

"But don't worry," Pei Shuangjin laughed, "I can only understand your mood, I can't hear your voice, and I can't see the specific picture."

?

! !

Song Guicheng clenched his toes.

You said you couldn’t hear me! How could you know what I was thinking if you couldn’t hear me?!

"When you're nervous, your hands will grab things unconsciously."

Pei Shuangjin looked down and met Song Guicheng's raised eyes.

Song Guicheng let go of his hand in an attempt to cover up his mistake, and considerately smoothed out the clothes that were wrinkled by his hand.

A barely perceptible smile flashed across Pei Shuangjin's eyes.

"I thought you knew what I meant."

Pei Shuangjin came closer without warning, their noses touched, their warmth and coolness touched, and their breaths entangled together.

His eyes were deeper than the night, like a dark whirlpool. Too many emotions were absorbed into the depths, and at this moment, there was too much tenderness that could not be expressed in words.

Song Guicheng blinked, then turned his head away and said in a muffled voice, "I know nothing."

"Yeah, it's okay, I understand."

Pei Shuangjin hugged Song Guicheng and held his head against his chest, as if he wanted to take him under his wings.

Song Guicheng bit his lip and said, "You know shit!"

In fact, they all understand that since two people cannot live together, what about one person?

They both want the other to survive.

They are all willing to exchange themselves.

"You don't have to understand," Song Guicheng held his hand tightly, "I know what to do to benefit both of us."

Wu Zhi couldn't keep both of them alive, and Song Guicheng couldn't keep both of them alive.

But now he is half Wu Zhi and half Song Guicheng, he can definitely think of a way.

Continue their lives and keep them together.