Domestic Lover [Zerg]

Anze looked at Troy's face and changed several expressions in an instant, but the same disappointment and nervousness remained unchanged.

He seems to have rejected Trosh many times, refused excessive intimacy and excessive hugs, but he didn't think about what the real "degree" was, but he instinctively resisted because of his previous experience.

He resists all feelings called love.

Anze lowered his eyes, did not speak, just stood quietly, as stubborn and cold as a stone that could not be melted.

Trosh knew that if he kept silent like this, the day might pass like this. Anze has such a twisted and evasive character.

When encountering feelings that I can't handle, I accept it for the first time, but I get hurt in the end, so I wrap myself up completely, shrink in a corner, and veto all such possibilities in the future.

"Is it still not working...?"

Trosh held his hand, and Anze struggled weakly.

After Anze grew taller, his height was basically the same as his. Even if the tall beauty frowns coldly and doesn't look at him, she is still extremely attractive.

"Anze, we are no longer the worms that were trapped in the game, it's time to get out." Trosh moved close to him, making his eyes unable to escape: "Could it be that you really don't feel anything about me. "

Anze didn't answer.

"...I probably understand."

The female worm said to herself: "Although I voluntarily gave you the core instructions, it is not conducive to equality emotionally, and it is difficult for our relationship to generate love."

Anze was taken aback when he heard his words, and then retorted: "...that's not the main reason."

He doesn't want to play the game of love anymore...even with Trosh who is always by his side.

The other hand clenched his sleeve tightly because of some tangles, apparently noticed by Trosh, he also grabbed the other hand and wrapped it warmly.

"Indeed not, because the initiative is yours."

He is the admirer, the observer, the guardian.

He can discern the meaning of every flicker in Anze's eyes and the reason for body reflexes. He knows exactly what Anze is thinking now, and it will take a long time to calm down.

...Fortunately, in the long lifespan, only Anze will make his mental data unstable.

"If you are afraid, then I will give you my heart, you can do whatever you want, exchange places, okay?"

"Just like that group of players, you can do anything to me, you can retreat completely, you can not put in any feelings, but you can't even resist trying. My likes will not be taken back because of rejection."

Anze looked at Trosh in disbelief when he heard the player's word, his fingertips trembled, as if he had heard something incredible.

'Player' is among them, a derogatory term.

"That's my love for you, I want to show it to you, so I gave it to you. True lovers have each other, Anze, you are important and irreplaceable." Trosh said.

This female seems to be born with endless sticky words to him, and likes to emphasize her love over and over again, the main reason is that she once had no words to express her feelings for Anze in the game.

If you listen to it too much, you will have the illusion of floating.

Anze became anxious inside, and his face was unmoved: "I will never be like a player, Trosh. The current relationship is very good. If you want to be serious, then I will leave."

The female immediately pressed his body to interrupt the next words, nervously and restrained in an almost begging tone: "...I need you."

The heartbeat missed a beat.

The tall female worm's face immediately became uneasy, and when she heard his cruel intentions, she held his hand and did not let go.This is not at all like the Trosh to the outside world, he should be calm and rational, smart and cold...

Not like this, panting, because he was a guy who was once used as a toy.Obviously Trosh shouldn't be dominated so obediently, and he has no right to rely on others.

As long as it is Trosh, he can agree to all requests, except for this, he doesn't want to, and he doesn't deserve it. Likes and needs are all absurd.Anze's original cold heart was filled with unspeakable irritability, he didn't like this situation.

He hated Trosh's sad look, especially because of himself.

Although Anze has always said that the game is naive, but now all the characters are completely shaped by the experience of the game, and they are stubborn and difficult to change.

Be ruthless to players, and even more ruthless to yourself.

The pain and despair of dying in the cycle and being abandoned again and again is unparalleled. As a data life, the damage to this level of mentality is already very serious.

But if Troxi didn't give those players a chance to let Anze recognize their true colors, he would just be addicted to false love.

Betrayal and abandonment have carved a brand of self-love and defensiveness in the character, and it is doomed that Trosh wants to impress him... very difficult.

"you need me?"

Troxi pressed Anze directly into his arms, touched the young man's thin back, his voice trembling faintly: "I can't live without you, never say I'm leaving again, Anze... I can't leave you at all."

"Or it's not just me, all life in the mental domain network is inseparable from their gods. You are needed by everyone, and it is only natural that I like you, because you are worthy of everyone's love."

"Accept me."

Anze pressed his hands on his chest, resisting stiffly: "...No."

Trosh's arm suddenly tightened: "Or, where do you want to go? If you want to escape from me, will you leave the ruins of freedom and the spiritual domain network you created yourself? I will follow you all the time, do you hear me? Anze."

"If none of this can keep you, then I will destroy that stupid race."

He smiled seemingly relaxedly: "Do you know how much they rely on Xingwang?"

Anze clenched his hand suddenly, inexplicable emotions flashed across his calm eyes: "It's not necessary."

"It's necessary, I really hate those developers, together with those Zergs, because they hurt you, I want to destroy them all, Anze, only you can stop me, so, take care of me..."

He buried himself in Anze's neck, and his tone became heavy: "Please, please like me a little bit, is it really not possible, I really only want to listen to you...don't leave me."

"I know I'm still doubting my feelings. But I can tell you that from birth, the meaning of my existence is you."

From waking up, to being exterminated and hunted down, and then being connected to a safe space, protected, and accepted, his meaning has been left on Anze.

The tense back of the young man in his arms finally relaxed slowly, and after a long silence, he sighed helplessly.

Who cares about those Zerg.

This time Trosh froze.

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, even his voice was gnashing his teeth and trembling. He originally wanted to explain Anze's twist, but he was stimulated by the word "leave"... Anze was patting him on the back, helping him Stabilize mental data.

He never got a response, and kept clinging to Anze tightly. This was the first time that he was actively approached.

Trosh Quietly's ears turned red, and he hugged him back calmly, so tightly that he was almost embedded in his body, and he couldn't be separated or snatched away.

He whispered in Anze's ear and kept emphasizing: "I need you."

Anze was silent for a while, and finally hummed.

Two beautiful youths who were [-]% similar in appearance hugged tightly under the tree, and the ear of the long-haired one was red, and even his fingers were trembling where he couldn't see it.

Did Anze mean to agree, really?

"I won't leave, I won't leave the mental domain network, and I don't want to control the Zerg, stop thinking about it." Anze's voice was light, with imperceptible fluctuations: "I don't guarantee that you will be happy because of me, no Treat you like a game."

The author has something to say: Capture Anze x1

I feel a little bit stuck when I write feelings, so I locked it for a few days

The next door is a bit too sweet, let me add sugar