Professor, your turtle!

Although Fu Mingyuan didn't do anything, Ji Fan felt that his heart was about to pop out of his throat, his whole body was fluttering, and his scalp was numb. He didn't know if it was because of fear, nervousness, or both.

——Are you my little turtle?

Following the probing gaze of the other party, he nodded numbly, then quickly shook his head in denial.

Fu Mingyuan stuck his head, not allowing him to look away, and said in a low voice: "...Sometimes it's you, sometimes it's not, right?"

Ji Fan's eyes widened in surprise, no way, how could he know?

As if pleased by his surprised appearance, Fu Mingyuan smiled with a little complacency: "Guess."

"Get up," he said, letting go of him, "how long do you want to kneel?"

Fu Mingyuan threw off the quilt and got out of bed on his own, and walked around him to get dressed.It wasn't until this moment that Ji Fan realized that his knee had been pressed for too long, and he felt numb due to poor blood circulation.

The coldness of the floor temporarily relieved the tingling itch, but the worst part was that he couldn't seem to stand up.

Ji Fan curled up his fingers in embarrassment, trying to borrow some strength to support the bedside table.Unexpectedly, in the next second, his body lightened, and before he could react, he was hugged and fell into the soft mattress.

He sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, and immediately after that, he threw down several pieces of clothing, including everything from the inside to the outside, and even a pair of fluffy chubby pants.

Ji Fan was stunned for a while holding his underwear, and then his whole face was so red that it was about to explode.

Fu Mingyuan didn't even look at him, and said calmly, "Maybe it's a little too big. Sorry, I didn't prepare pet clothes." He turned his back to Ji Fan, hiding the teasing in his eyes, and slightly raised the corners of his lips, "After all, this Is it my first time raising a tortoise, or...a turtle spirit?"

Ji Fan: "..." What a monster!

As the saying goes, "a thousand-year king and 8-year tortoise", there is nothing wrong with the term "turtle spirit", but in such a situation, no matter how it sounds, it sounds like a curse...

He glared at the man who was calmly adjusting his neckline, and put on those clothes angrily. Sadly, although he didn't want to admit it, the other man's clothes were indeed baggy and out of shape on him.

——What’s the big deal, I will grow taller again.He pursed his lips and rolled up his cuffs, thinking to himself.

The underwear has no temperature, and there is no smell of tobacco and alcohol, but it has a very faint pine smell.Ji Fan suspiciously sniffed it closely, only to realize that it was the smell of Fu Mingyuan's body. He turned his face away quickly, and his ears turned red instantly.

Speaking of which, the man was not surprised by his appearance, as if... he had known something for a long time.Ji Fan sat by the bed, looking nervously at the back of the figure a few steps away, his fingers unconsciously tugging at the bed sheet, doubts abounded in his heart.

"You don't like eating turtle food." Fu Mingyuan said lightly with his back turned to him.

Ji Fan: "?"

"You like the flat pebble with green stripes the most," Fu Mingyuan continued, "You like lying on it to bask in the sun, and you don't like getting wet..." While talking, he pulled the swivel chair and sat down opposite Ji Fan.

His slender fingers crossed on his knees, and he tapped his fingertips lightly, as if he was thinking about something, his slightly frowning brow exuded a sense of oppression.

Even though the two are able to look at each other at the same moment, Ji Fan is still a little inexplicably awkward, as if he is inexplicably a head shorter than the other party - obviously he is the one who grasps the truth, why was he guessed by the other party in the end? ten?

Fu Mingyuan concluded: "It's easy to tell, you and it." He raised his finger and pointed to the water tank.

Ji Fan: "..." So how did he know?

As if he had guessed what he was thinking, Fu Mingyuan said slowly: "The first day I had doubts was when I was playing cards."

Ji Fan: "???"

"You know, the brains of amphibians are very..." Fu Mingyuan caught a glimpse of his face, and changed his euphemism, "Well, it's not that developed. It is theoretically impossible to complete complex instructions without any behavioral training. "

"After making curry for the first time, I set up surveillance in the living room."

Ji Fan: "..." He thought the other party didn't notice, and cooked it again the next day happily. According to this, wouldn't it be exposed immediately!

Is juggling fun?Ji Fan was inexplicably annoyed, and wrote: "Since I already knew it, why didn't I say it?"

Fu Mingyuan paused as he tapped his fingertips, showing a helpless smile: "Because... this is not the first time I've seen a figure."

"If you stay alone for a long time, there will always be some small problems."

"Sometimes I saw it through monitoring, and sometimes I saw it with my own eyes," he closed his eyes. "One morning, I even heard the noise of the rescue team clearly. I rushed out in my pajamas, wandered around, and almost froze. Died at the gate of the base."

"After that time, I can no longer trust my own judgment." He raised his finger and pointed to his temple, "Even now, I'm not [-]% sure whether you are real, or..."

Or, it was just another phantom in his imagination.

Ji Fan lowered his head and wrote: "Actually... I can't either." He added earnestly, "But we sit together like this, we can communicate with each other, we can touch each other..."

He didn't know where the courage came from, put down the notebook, leaned over, and carefully hooked the other's little finger.

Those hands trembled suddenly, and then they clenched him tightly with their backhands.

The temperature of the trapped fingers was slightly cool, with unworldly softness, Fu Mingyuan glanced down, and said: "Yes, you are right. In my perception, you exist, and that is enough gone."

Ji Fan raised his head, and happened to meet the other party's deep and quiet gaze.

There seemed to be a string in his chest being plucked—although he didn't speak, it could be seen that the person in front of him was longing for his existence.

In his 18 years of neglected life, Ji Fan realized so clearly for the first time that he was needed.It felt strange, slowly inflated like a balloon, filling the empty atrium in a few seconds.

——In his cognition, I exist.

—He needs my presence.

—he needs me.

Ji Fan folded his fingers unconsciously, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.