Help, I've become a paper man

Song Yi stood there, staring at Yan Changyue, not approaching for a moment, and even thought in his head: It's all Yue, the comics team chose a curly-haired one, no taste! Drawing this! It's definitely a slap in the face!

His thoughts were swirling, and before he could think about it, Yan Changyue on the other side stood up, put the book casually on the coffee table, and walked towards him.

He heard two voices.

Yan Changyue asked: "What did you call me just now?"

The other is a prompt tone, saying:

"We need a living being to confirm this."

Song Yi froze in place, his expression a little dull. No matter which words were spoken, they had a certain impact on him. He could only smile foolishly at Yan Changyue and did not answer, but asked Noah's Ark in his heart.

"Could it be that my previous failures were due to Yan Changyue not giving me permission?"

"As a candidate for god, the thoughts of living beings are not monitored."

There were euphemisms, but not many. Getting such an answer was no different from affirmation. Song Yi took a deep breath, took another step forward, stood in front of Yan Changyue, and was about to speak, but heard Yan Changyue continue to ask:

"You call me daddy?"

Okay, Song Yi slowly closed his open mouth, his smile became more and more awkward, the annoyance that had just arisen was dispelled, the words came to his lips, but he couldn't ask for a while, he just wanted a time machine.

Yan Changyue's smile became clearer. She took another step forward, closing the distance between them. When they were facing each other, she raised her hands as if for a hug.

"Drip."

The sound stopped Yan Changyue's actions. He took a half step back, the upward arc at the corner of his lips dropped a little, and he pressed his right hand on the glowing brooch. Then he raised it and tapped his earlobe twice. The next moment, a translucent object in the shape of headphones appeared.

"What's the matter?" Yan Changyue asked, her eyes falling on Song Yi again. As they looked at each other, his lips opened and closed silently.

For a few seconds, Song Yi thought he would say something polite like "Sorry, I need to answer a call", but judging by the shape of his lips, he said...

“We won’t have this kind of relationship.”

When Song Yi suspected that he had seen it wrong, Yan Changyue had already turned around and walked back to the coffee table. She sat down with her legs crossed and said in a calm tone, "Report the situation."

If he hadn't known that this person was "on the phone", Song Yi almost couldn't control himself and would have explained why he called daddy. However, because he knew it was a phone call, he gradually realized that he hadn't finished speaking yet and they had stayed on the island long enough.

The man on the other end spoke to Yan Changyue for another half a minute. During that time, Yan Changyue said "hmm" once to indicate that she was listening, and then she didn't respond for a long time. When Song Yi went around to the opposite side, sat on the swing, and started to rock it by himself, Yan Changyue started to smile again, supporting her face with her right hand, and her voice sounded a little lazy.

"No, um, bye."

The refusal was straightforward.

Afterwards, Yan Changyue raised her hand and stroked her earlobe with her index finger. The earphones that had just appeared disappeared again. The speed was so fast that it was hard to tell whether the reply from the other side was a farewell.

Silence returned once again.

Yan Changyue picked up the book again and continued reading from where she had stopped. The swing swayed a few times. Song Yi had recovered and jumped off the swing. He walked to Yan Changyue's side to look at the book in the other's hand.

The text on it was familiar. As his memories from his previous life were already fuzzy, Song Yi couldn't tell whether it was because he had learned it before or because it was a language system that came with this model. Regardless of which one it was, he stopped moving closer, opened his eyes for a moment, and while watching, he slowly squatted down from standing with his upper body leaning forward.

This is a fairy tale book.

The cute and childlike illustrations, paired with simple and easy-to-understand text, depict the princess going to a place close to the sky, chopping thorns with a sword, defeating the dragon, and obtaining a crown on the top of the mountain.

The story stopped here. Yan Changyue did not turn the page. He raised the book in his hand, tilted his head to look at Song Yi, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked: "Do you want to read it?"

Song Yi waved his hands subconsciously, blurting out the words he had just held back, and asked: "Don't you want to be bound to me?"

After saying this, the memory of our first meeting emerged from my mind, as if uh... at that time...

In the eye contact, Song Yi blinked innocently, his brain and mouth did not communicate well, and he said again: "But you promised me."

Yan Changyue laughed out loud, nodded slightly, and replied: "Yes, I promised you that I would sacrifice my life for you."

Without waiting for Song Yi to continue asking, he continued: "But..."

"Okay, no buts." Song Yi interrupted him, stood up and was about to leave, but as he turned around, Yan Changyue hugged his waist from behind. The warm touch on the back of his neck made his foot, which was about to step forward, stop in mid-air and slowly fall to the ground.

Yan Changyue's face was pressed against his shoulder, her breath brushing against his neck. Song Yi's thoughts slowed down for a beat and he burped, which ruined the atmosphere. He immediately heard Yan Changyue's laughter, but she quickly lowered her head and buried her face behind his shoulder. When she spoke again, her voice sounded dull and a little too soft.

"Do you want to kill anyone else?"

"What?" Song Yi asked subconsciously.

Yan Changyue did not explain, and he understood the meaning. Silence spread between the two of them, and the hug that was interrupted by the phone call just now continued at this time. Song Yi's hair was no longer dripping, but his clothes were still wet. Maintaining this distance also wet Yan Changyue's clothes.

……

Song Yi called Noah's Ark again and asked in his heart: "All the contestants know that they will fight and die, right?"

"Yes, they are fighting for glory."

The smile returned to Song Yi's face. He held Yan Changyue's hand and replied, "I can."

The next second, the door of the greenhouse was pushed open, and a louder humming sound was heard. Song Yi heard the familiar sound and reflexively let go of Yan Changyue's hand. When he took a step forward, Yan Changyue also pulled her hand back. A few seconds before Heitan ran over, the two of them opened up a distance of two steps between them.

If it were a human, he would not believe the scene before his eyes. However, no matter how noble Black Charcoal's bloodline was, he was still just a simple pony. He could only restrain himself from hurting Song Yi. His target was still Yan Changyue. The horse's anger disappeared in an instant, and he no longer cared about the ball. He first approached Yan Changyue, lowered his head, and gently rubbed Yan Changyue's arm.

He looks like a very good child.

Song Yi should have laughed, but for a few seconds, he recalled what happened not long ago, about the name, about Heitan, about... the time he called Yan Changyue daddy.

Stepfather is stepfather, daddy is daddy, just like brother is brother and older brother is older brother, the moment you call them, the meaning is different!

Song Yi held back his gritting teeth, raised his hand and said, "Well, haven't we been out for a long time? Brother Yan, I just heard your work call, should we go back?"

Before he finished speaking, Yan Changyue just looked over, and Heitan raised his leg first and kicked again.