The characters in the horror game have a crush on me

[Ding——Ding——]

[The end of the important plot line backtracking——]

[Exploration degree of world view: 55%]

When Jiang Yilin broke away from that episode, he seemed to be able to feel the hands on his waist that were extremely gentle despite their strong desire for dominance.

——He kissed his own face, speaking the eternal emotion in the ancient language.

The black-haired young man slowly organized his thoughts, and said to the system in his mind, "There is a problem with the housekeeper...I can be sure."

You must know that even after a person has been diagnosed with complete amnesia by a doctor, there will be blurry fragments flashing through his mind from time to time.

In fact, this ambiguity has given more people the possibility to take advantage of it.

——Once the details of these things are slightly tampered with, it is extremely easy to cause a kind of misleading.

"On my birthday that night... I have already calmed down Lord Godfather's mood at that time, and there shouldn't be any hideous wounds on my body..."

"Those red marks, it should just be that I was drenched with some strong alcohol."

"If I hadn't experienced a flashback...

If I really suffered from neurotoxicity and damaged my memory..."

Jiang Yilin's voice gradually turned cold.

"Maybe I will be misled by the housekeeper—I will mistakenly think that the godfather really hurt me."

The system was silent for a while, and then asked, 【Then you don't think the godfather has the slightest suspicion—whether it's possessed by a slender ghost, or poisoned your nerves? 】

"People's hearts are unpredictable, I dare not guarantee 100%..."

"—But at that moment just now, I really felt his tenderness."

The system did not continue to answer the call, but just chuckled.

At this moment, in the pinnae of his ear, the continuous itching of fine numbness made Jiang Yilin walk out of his thoughts.

The godfather's voice was infinitely hoarse.

"what happened?"

"Little guy... what were you thinking just now?"

Jiang Yilin opened his eyes, and what he saw was the dazzling lights in the study, which was no longer as gloomy as in the memories.

His fingers were still resting on the document with dark gold lace.

Jiang Yilin slightly moved his hand away, gently pushed the document aside, and said, "It's nothing, I just suddenly remembered what happened on my birthday."

He turned his head and looked into the godfather's eyes.

Compared with the appearance in the memory flashback, the man's eyes have some fine lines, but this can't damage his charm, but it makes him show a feeling of being favored by the years.

"I'm sorry, I impulsively and irrationally refused at the banquet, which damaged your face...and shamed the family."

"sorry."

The godfather knew what Jiang Yilin meant by sorry.

He paused, rubbed the top of the young man's hair and said, "You don't have to apologize for me, kid."

——Because the harm I gave you afterwards...is also real.

The godfather didn't say this sentence, but said it slowly in his heart.

Jiang Yilin let the man hug him for a while, and the godfather began to patiently tell him some business matters.

After a while, the godfather stopped talking and started talking about another topic.

"Joy...that kid has looked for you, right?"

The mellow voice fluctuated slightly, with a hint of temptation.

——Obviously, the godfather should know some of Joey's unpredictable thoughts about him.

Jiang Yilin raised his eyebrows, deliberately pretending that he didn't understand the deep meaning of the godfather's words.

The black-haired youth said, "I think... Joey seems to be prejudiced against me."

"bias?"

These words made the godfather laugh out low.

The cold brown-haired man kissed the corner of Jiang Yilin's mouth and said, "It's a cute idea...if you really think so."

"I don't know if he has prejudice against you, but I think you and him are really rare."

"Why?" Jiang Yilin asked.

"Because I don't like it."

The godfather rubbed Jiang Yilin's pale pink lips, and said, "I have never taught anyone carefully since I was a child—except you."

"I don't know why, but he always likes to make some small moves in private, I don't like it very much—"

"—However, I don't like you to be approached and coaxed by his seemingly innocent approach like this."

The black-haired young man turned his head thoughtfully, with a slight smile on his handsome face, and he couldn't see the slightest difference from the past.

Jiang Yilin said, like a serious promise, "Okay, if you don't let me get close to him, I won't get close."

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It seems that after Jiang Yilin grew up a little bit, before the godfather changed his mind about him, the man stopped sharing the bed with his godson to avoid suspicion.

And maybe tonight, the extremely gentle atmosphere between them made the godfather feel very good, so the godfather brought him back to that small room, as if he wanted to review the warmth of the past.

"You remember...you couldn't sleep when you were young, and you wanted me to tell you fairy tales, right?"

The man with cold brown hair stretched out his hand, stroked the pattern on the dark bed sheet, and said to Jiang Yilin with a smile.

This room has been there for a long time, and no one sleeps anymore, but the godfather still asks the maid to do regular cleaning and cleaning.

——As if in the heart of the godfather, among the dark petals, his most beloved godson will always lie there, as if waiting for him to return every night.

Jiang Yilin was still thinking about something, so he didn't hear what the man said just now.

The black-haired young man looked up at the man with clear eyes.

"What did you just say?"

As if he was pleased by Jiang Yilin's suspicious eyes, the godfather stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of Jiang Yilin's head again, and said, "You didn't have such a bad habit before, and now you have learned to wander, huh?"

"Sorry, I was just thinking about something..."

The godfather stretched out his finger and put it against his lips and said, "You don't have to say sorry to me, I actually like you like this."

"When I was talking before, you always paid close attention to all the information-although it was not on guard, it also seemed a little bit raw."

"—I like it when you make mistakes, especially in front of me, because then I can pamper you, my boy."

Jiang Yilin looked at the godfather's beautiful silver-gray eyes without saying a word. The man smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and pulled the young man onto the bed.

"Okay...you can sleep peacefully tonight."

The man with cold brown hair raised his eyebrows, saw that Jiang Yilin didn't seem to be sleepy, and smiled, "You can't sleep? You don't want me to tell you fairy tales now, do you?"

He wrapped his arms around the black-haired youth.

——It was a possessive gesture.

Jiang Yilin was forced to be buried in that broad chest, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, like a small brush, stirring gently in the man's heart.

The godfather patted the back of the young man in his arms lightly, over and over again, as if to comfort him.

In the air, there was a strange smell of fishy smell...

After a long time, after Jiang Yilin fell asleep, the godfather kissed the young man's forehead, and whispered in his ear, "Little guy, I wish you a dreamless night."

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This night I slept very peacefully. Even in this room where the plot line about the slender ghost was triggered several times, Jiang Yilin was not affected by some past plots this night, nor was he disturbed by danger.

Early in the morning, Jiang Yilin opened his eyes.

"It's really interesting... the system."

"I don't know if it was because I slept with my godfather last night, I had a dream."

[What dream, Mr. Jiang? 】

"According to the words of the godfather... I also wrote a letter to him before the birthday party, but the content of the letter was mostly collision and rejection, so the godfather tore it up."

"And in the dream, I dreamed that after a few months of the birthday party... I actually wrote another letter, and that letter seemed to have the fragrance of paper burning—not as it used to be. Deliberately corny lyrical, moving words."

"I also saw the reply letter my godfather left for me—"

[Thank you, my boy, I would like to tell you at the most appropriate time the most humble feelings of a late man...]

--[I love you. ]

— that was like a farewell greeting.

And if these things... really happened, why don't men say a word to themselves now?

In the slightly bright sunlight, Jiang Yilin tilted his head, looked at the scene outside the window, and said thoughtfully——

"—maybe it's just a dream."