that stubborn fox

"You are gay."

Looking at the message just received by the chat software, Chen Zhuo frowned. How did the other party know that he was gay?

The other party sent another message: "I have a question for you. If there is a man with a good figure, appearance and personality who wants to keep you, would you be willing?"

This was obviously a joke, so he also replied casually: "Of course I am willing, as long as I give you money, I am willing to do anything."

"Then let's meet and talk about related matters in detail. I'll be at your house soon."

"Who are you? Stop messing around, I've already seen through your true identity."

Now that I know the address of his home, it is estimated that some friend wants to come to him to play, so he made this kind of joke.

However, he didn't come out to his friends either, could it be that... he was spotted?

"My name is Tamamo-mae."

Yuzao, the great Japanese demon, is obviously a pseudonym.

At the same time that Chen Zhuo received the news, the doorbell rang, and Chen Zhuo opened the door directly, and there was a man with a gentle temperament outside the door.

"Hi, I'm Tamamo-mae." The man introduced himself gently.

Chen Zhuo looked at the man in front of him who was considered to be of superior appearance and figure, and he did not search for any man in his memory who was so suitable for him in appearance.

"I'm here to talk to you about foster care." The man said in his unique voice that reminded Chen Zhuo of elegant milk chocolate.

Bao Yang... Chen Zhuo felt a buzzing in his head.

This was originally an offense, but because of the man's polite attitude and gentle tone, and because he said before that he would do anything for the money, he was not angry.

"...Come and sit first." At this time, his thoughts were mixed, and he only followed the habit of "arranging for the guests to sit down and serve tea first when the guests come", and he regretted that he unconsciously led the wolf into the room when the guests sat down. Wouldn't it be nice to just tell the other party that they found the wrong person?

He heated the milk and juice and put it in front of the man, motioning him to choose one of the two, while whispering: "Well, you're not serious, are you?"

Chatting with such a good-looking person whom he just met, and talking about such an embarrassing topic, Chen Zhuo was still quite shy.

"It's serious." The man's tone was very sure.

"...Really? But, I was joking before." Chen Zhuo's embarrassing words were incoherent, as if the words were popping out of his mouth one by one.

"······What did you say?"

It was difficult for Chen Zhuo to distinguish whether his tone was intended to express "I didn't hear clearly" or "how can you not count what you said".

"I said, that nurturing is impossible. I was joking before."

The man looked at Chen Zhuo gently, "Well—why is it impossible?"

Chen Zhuo wondered why this person was so straightforward, could it be that everyone in the nurturing circle was so honest?

"Think about it, as long as you can support yourself, you will definitely not agree to this kind of thing... right?"

"In this case, what if it's another form? It's not the nurturing you understand, but another kind. I don't know if you've read a passage saying that Tamazamo will live in a single man's house and take care of him. Food and living, give him money, and he won't leave until he dies."

"...This kind of thing only exists in the virtual world, how can there be such a good thing in reality."

"What if there is?"

"If it appears in reality, then...the other party must have a conspiracy..."

"What if there is no plot?"

"Impossible. It's impossible for someone to give you money and take care of you unconditionally. It's impossible... except for your parents."

The man seemed to relax and leaned on the back of the sofa, supporting his head slightly with one hand, while playing with the cup that had been drained of juice with the other, he looked at Chen Zhuo casually and deliberately, "Then what kind of support can you accept? If You can ask for anything you want.”

That look gave Chen Zhuo a chill in his heart, and the man's attitude had changed too much, he was still very gentle just now.It's not normal for people to come to other people's homes to talk about such topics, and this man's purpose is really too strange.

"Neither one is possible." Chen Zhuo said with certainty, "You go, I don't want to talk about this kind of topic anymore. There is no need to communicate about this kind of thing." After speaking, Chen Zhuo got up and went to open the door to see off the guests .

"I'm sorry, I have to do this." Behind Chen Zhuo, the man suddenly said this sentence like a sigh, but there was no sense of apology in his tone.

Chen Zhuo turned his head and saw two fox ears suddenly appeared on the man's head, and the man in the form of a fox demon was extremely beautiful.

Nine tails swayed gently, and the surroundings were gradually stained with thick and sticky darkness. Behind the fox demon, huge blood-red eyes stared in the void.

The moment he met those weird eyes, Chen Zhuo lost control of his body, and his consciousness seemed to be imprisoned in a small corner of his body.

He watched helplessly as the fox demon transformed back into a man's form, took his hand, and led him into a car.

His consciousness looked around, and no one among the pedestrians who came and went noticed his abnormality. Only those who were surprised by the man's extraordinary appearance, or surprised by the two big men holding hands in broad daylight, saw more of this scene. Two eyes.

Chen Zhuo's heart sank to the bottom of the ice, he couldn't control his body, but he still kept his mind. What's the difference between this and turning into a soul after death, but still watching his body being manipulated.

Watching his body open the car door and get into the car, without any stiffness in his movements, nor in his eyes at all unnaturally, Chen Zhuo even suspected that his freely moving body was actually a living human being with complete consciousness. people.

He couldn't imagine what his body would do next, committing a crime, committing suicide, running around the street naked... He thought of a series of bad things, which were more frightening than facing death.

Even if his body was controlled to do something irreversible, everyone would think he did it.

He tried hard to establish a connection with his body, but the cage that imprisoned his consciousness was unbreakable, and Chen Zhuo was desperate.

Why did this happen!

This feeling of despair when bad luck comes and you just let it roll.

Chen Zhuo even began to think that it would be a better result to die directly than to watch his body control what he did.

Chen Zhuo's body was sitting neatly in the back seat of the car, and the man sat beside him, reached out and touched his head, then put him in the posture of resting on the man's lap, and gently combed him with his fingers. s hair.

Chen Zhuo's perception of his own body gradually returned. He rolled his eyes and met the man's eyes staring at him. There were nostalgia, worry and exhaustion in those eyes, all kinds of complex emotions.