Tomb Raider: The Fox's Ways to Seducing the Kirin

Cheng Ji was slightly startled. He did not expect Zhang Qiling to say this. He asked uncertainly, "Is what you said true?"

Zhang Qiling responded: "Yeah."

Hearing Zhang Qiling's answer, Cheng Ji curled up a bit, still a little bit in disbelief.

How come Zhang Qiling's attitude towards him has changed so much after not seeing each other for several years? Did something happen that he didn't know about?

Cheng Ji seemed to have thought of something, and asked tentatively: "Brother, how did you know I was here?"

Zhang Qiling didn't quite understand why the boy suddenly asked this, so he could only answer honestly: "Master said, you are here."

As expected...so the gods are so kind to him because he saved his mother.

He is not the kind of person who would seek repayment for a favor, so it is better for him not to covet things that he does not deserve.

Sensing the boy's sudden negative emotions, Zhang Qiling stopped, turned around and looked directly into the boy's eyes: "What are you thinking about?"

Zhang Qiling turned around suddenly and saw the thoughts in the boy's eyes that he had not yet had time to put away.

"No, I didn't think about anything." Cheng Ji hurriedly put away the disappointment and self-mockery in his eyes, and replaced them with Zhang Qiling's familiar smile, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Zhang Qiling tightened his clasped hands, raised his other hand and gently covered the boy's eyes.

The boy blinked in confusion, his eyelashes brushing against Zhang Qiling's palms covered with calluses and old scars. The itchy feeling reached deep into his heart.

"Don't think blindly."

"Not for others."

"I'm serious about taking you home."

The three short sentences from the god were like a bolt of thunder that struck the boy's heart. He instantly lost all ability to think and even forgot to breathe.

Zhang Qiling put down his hand that was covering the boy's eyes, and was not surprised to see that the boy's eyes were slightly red and he had a dazed look on his face.

Little liars are the best at deceiving people.

He obviously cares a lot, but he pretends not to care.

Zhang Qiling sighed lightly and half-knelt in front of Cheng Ji.

"Come up." The sudden two words brought back a trace of consciousness to the young man. Before he could speak, Zhang Qiling continued with the next sentence.

"Carry you."

Seeing that the young man didn't move, Zhang Qiling had no choice but to explain helplessly.

"There's water in front, and the wound will get infected."

Cheng Ji, whose brain was still in a state of shutdown, did not hear clearly what Zhang Qiling said, so he could only climb up mechanically and respond: "Oh, okay..."

Zhang Qiling held the young man up with his hands behind his back and weighed him. It was really incredibly light.

Cheng Ji's slender arms rested lightly on Zhang Qiling, and his furry head rubbed against his ear. The two were so close that their breathing intertwined.

All the way out from the depths of the valley, we were speechless.

It took the boy a while to regain his language ability.

Cheng Ji placed his chin lightly on Zhang Qiling's shoulder and muttered softly, "Brother, why are you so nice to me?"

"..."

"I thought you hated me to death back then." The young man didn't care whether Zhang Qiling answered his question or not, and continued to talk to himself.

"..."

"You really didn't want to see me anymore?"

"...No." Zhang Qiling did not remain silent for long. He seemed to think seriously about what Cheng Ji asked, then shook his head and answered firmly.

"If you follow me, you will get hurt."

“The Zhang family’s gift will cause them to lose their memories, and I will forget you.”

"You are the only one who treated me like this, and I don't want to forget it"

"But I don't want you to get hurt."

This time, Zhang Qiling did not avoid Cheng Ji's question and answered softly.

Cheng Ji didn't expect Zhang Qiling to tell him all of this, and subconsciously hugged the god who was carrying him tighter.

After a long while, when they were almost at the exit, Cheng Ji spoke again: "Brother, there are many people in this world who are kind to you. There were in the past, there are now, and there will be in the future."

"Brother, let me tell you a story."

"Okay." Zhang Qiling responded.

"More than 30 years ago, a man from the Zhang family in the north came to this land and met and fell in love with a local Tibetan woman. They loved each other very much and soon gave birth to a little boy and named him Xiaoguan."

"It was originally a happy family, but things did not go as planned. After the man's family found out that he had married and had children here, they arrested him and took him back on the grounds that he had violated the clan rules. The Tibetan woman was also unfortunately chosen as a sacrifice for the King of Hell to ride on."

"The woman loved her child very much. When she was seriously injured and dying, she prayed to the master to give her three more days. She didn't want her child to feel that he was a child that no one loved. She wanted to spend three more days with her child."

"The master agreed, and the woman took the Tibetan Sea Flower and was buried in the snowy mountains, quietly waiting for the arrival of her child."

"And the boy's father, the man from the Zhang family, prayed to the elders of the clan for the boy's chance to live, so that the boy could become the holy child on the altar that survived for three thousand years, and live in the cannibalistic Zhang family. The man himself accepted the punishment from his ancestors and left his child and the Tibetan woman he loved deeply."

"Brother, are you still listening?" Cheng Ji hugged the god, suppressed his emotions in a hoarse voice, and asked carefully.

Zhang Qiling walked very slowly and was silent for a long time before he spoke: "Listening, is this... my story?"

Cheng Ji did not directly answer Zhang Qiling's words, but whispered: "Brother, you know, there are really many people who like you and care about you, and I am just the most insignificant one among them."

"I came to Motuo not to care about the King of Hell riding a corpse, the Bronze Gate, or the Khamba tribe. I just don't want this place to become a regret for you."

“Luckily, I did it.”

That was enough for him.

What the gods want is never three days of silence, not those three stolen days with only breathing and heartbeat.

Instead, the last person in this world who loves him deeply without any mixture of exploitation and power is standing beside him alive, making him not feel so isolated and helpless.

If it's really possible, he would be willing to give everything.