Proudly follow your heart

The temperature between the lips that were tossing and touching was burning, and the heat that wanted to melt him penetrated straight into the bottom of my heart, as if it was unbearable, Jun Zhan suddenly backed away, "Don't force me—"

Said in a hoarse voice, he grabbed Nangong Cangao's collar, and the two faced each other, "I'm also a human being, it's not that I don't see or feel how you treat me, and it's not like I was born with a hard heart, but I can't take it anymore. Love, do you know?! Nangong Cangao!"

A cold light flashed in the bottom of his eyes, as if all his emotions had been condensed into stone, Jun Zhanran suppressed and shouted hoarsely, "I only have one heart, and if I let go of hatred, I can't let go of others. You have to ask me if I'm really right? You are ruthless, I can't answer. All I know is that I shouldn't be sympathetic to you! I shouldn't hesitate in everything because of you!"

His face was gloomy, and the words he yelled in a low voice were filled with resentment and helplessness, as well as inexplicable emotions... It should have been my pawn, and should be controlled by me, not like now, I don't care what I do Decisions will eventually be swayed because of you. "

Jun Zhanran's eyes were serious, as if he wanted to completely erase the person in front of him, his black eyes were deep and flickering constantly, "Maybe I was wrong, I didn't get close to you at the beginning, you and I knew each other, after all, it was harming others. .”

It has long been known that Nangong Cang Ao is not an easy person, and it is precisely because of his specialness that he wants to get close to him and use him.

Since when did this definition change completely and become beyond recognition?If he could start over, Jun Zhanran would definitely not choose to get acquainted with him again, so his heart would not be shaken.

"Have you finished?" Nangong Ao's expression didn't change when he was speaking, and it hasn't changed at all now, "If there is more, tell me all at once, so that I can know what you think."

As if contaminated with Jun Zhanran's calmness and indifference, his voice was flat without any ups and downs. Jun Zhanran hoped that he would be calm in the past, but seeing that he was really so calm, he had an inexplicable feeling.

"You know where I come from, and you know better that I am not as desireless as outsiders see. There is no Jun Zhanran in the world, Jun Zhanran does not exist, and Huang Zhan has already died. People like me can't bear it." Love, I don’t believe in love, do you understand?” He met his eyes, tried to explain his feelings, and opened his mouth, but his voice was extremely awkward.

"During these days, I often thought over and over again, how to treat you, I only had hatred in my heart, and I couldn't tolerate anything else, but who would have thought that there would be one more you, and if I have feelings for you, I will definitely not be able to use you as a son, I What should I do if I hate you again?"

Just as Nangong Cang Ao was about to speak, Jun Zhan shook his head with a slightly cold expression, "I hope you don't say anything to make me let go of my hatred. I can't do it, and I don't want to. Those who hurt me must pay the price."

"I can only keep one in my heart, love and hate, if I can't tolerate one, I can't tolerate the other. I can't give you what you want, but if I give you what you want, how can I deal with myself? Over the years I have relied on Supported by hatred, forget about it, what I insisted on and believed in the past is nothing..." Looking away, not looking at the person in front of him, Jun Zhanran turned to the wall, his flat eyes seemed to lose his sight, and his eyes fell in nothingness.

From the bottom of his heart to his body, he has long been corroded by hatred. He is no longer alone, he has long been a ghost.

He is a ghost who wanders in the world without knowing where to go. Maybe on the day when the hatred is dissipated, he will know what he can rely on to survive.

"You're done talking, then it's up to me to say it." There was a slight smile in the faint voice, and there was some sarcasm in that smile, "Whoever said that love and hate can't coexist, so whoever told you, there will be love." Constrained by it? Only hatred can keep you going?"

"It's just a joke." Not hiding his snort, Nangong Cangao looked at him with a pitiful and funny expression, as if he was not the landlord of Wulou, not the fourth prince back then, but just someone who didn't understand love and dared not indulge Teenager to love.

"Don't look at me with that look, what do you know?!" Jun Zhanran's voice suddenly turned cold.

"I don't know. I have never experienced what you have experienced, let alone what it's like to be buried alive. I only know one thing—" Nangong Cang Ao casually smiled.

"I will do my best for the person I love. If you want to kill someone, I will do it for you. If you want revenge, I will avenge you. Even if you say you want the Xia Dynasty's throne, I will dare to take it for you! "

The smile subsided, and Nangong Cangao's eyes became serious, "So, do you still think that love is useless and an obstacle to your revenge?"

Jun Zhanran looked directly at him, his eyes stopped, but he couldn't look away. When he heard him blurting out the word love, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he took a deep breath, "You..."

"Me?" Looking at him with a smile, Nangong Cang Ao smiled gently in his eyes, and the trace of rebelliousness in his eyes was like a little fire, illuminating his eyes, "What about me? Just use yourself, this is what I want to do thing."

Seeing Jun Zhanran looking at him without any response, Nangong Cangao said again, "Is this not good enough? Is it not enough for me? Am I not qualified enough to ask for your love?"

He raised his face, and finally showed some displeasure, like a cluster of ice, scattered to the limbs, bowed his head to face Jun Zhanran, saw the ups and downs of emotions, heard a laugh, "What the hell?" It's Nangong Cangao..."

Jun Zhanran looked at him deeply, his voice gradually softened, the emotions in his heart settled down in the swing, and the following words disappeared between the lips that touched him. Out into this kiss.

like?In fact, he has never really tasted it, and even the love of his parents has become a luxury.

Nangong Cangao's words gave him a little more hope.

It took a long time to let go, both of them were short of breath, Jun Zhanran shook his head, "You make me helpless."

"Then you still don't admit it?" Nangong Cangao urged in a low voice, as if coaxing him, luring him to reveal his sincerity.

"What do you want me to admit? I said earlier that if it weren't for you, I would never have reached this point. I am not interested in men." Not all the words were lies, Jun Zhanran pressed his lips , continued to shake his head, "No matter what the reason is, I can accept it, it seems that you are the only one."

Some people don't talk about love lightly, but they will use other words instead. He doesn't believe in oaths, but only values ​​facts.

Jun Zhanran is this kind of person, he doesn't talk about love, maybe it's because it's nothing to him, maybe he's still not reconciled, no matter what, he only knows that he wants to do one thing in particular, and he has done it just now However, it is not enough.

Nangong Cang Ao's face was in front of him, his eyes were shining brightly, he understood his words, his eyes suddenly became as deep as the sea, setting off a wave.

Jun Zhanran approached slowly and kissed him slowly. His movements were very light, as light as Nangong Cangao feeding him water, and as pure as that glass of water.

It was not as warm as before, but gradually the volume of business faded into a kiss, which had a sultry taste, the breath passed between the lips and teeth, and there was still a bloody and rusty smell in the breath of both parties , provoking the most primitive instinct, which is the most exciting, but now such an embrace can make people feel calm and stable.

Nangong Cang Ao leaned over and hugged him with both arms. Jun Zhanran embraced him and could feel each other's body temperature. This was a bit strange to them. After a while, the two of them backed away as if nothing had happened. Nangong Kui Ao stood up, "I'll order someone to prepare hot water for you to take a bath and change clothes."

"That's it? Don't you blame me for lying to you?" Seeing that he seemed to be fine, Jun Zhanran couldn't help asking.

The people who walked to the door stopped, Nangong Cang Ao turned around and frowned, his eyes lingered on him for a moment, then he suddenly raised his eyebrows, "Why don't you complain, if you want to, you can make up for me in other ways, what do you think? ?”

Jun Zhanran also laughed, and a gleam of light flashed in his slightly raised eyes, "If you want, you can try."

That ray of light was sharp and sharp like a sword, and against the bloody and messy body, it was an indescribable demeanor. Nangong Cang Ao took another look, his eyes were deep, and his voice changed, "I hate you, get angry Hate yourself, if you want to complain, but you can only complain why I can't let you go, if you are not you, if I have no intention of you, why is this?"

He looked at him, brushed his bloody clothes, "If it wasn't for this, you and I would have had a fight to the death, but now..." He curled his lips, "Even if you are not willing, I will still touch you."

Throwing down these words, not giving the people in the room a chance to refute, Nangong Cang Ao quickly walked away, his words were somewhat frivolous and rebellious, and the frivolity and rebellion remained in the air.

Jun Zhanran stared at his back, lowered his eyes, and slowly curled his lips slightly.

This is Nangong Cang Ao.

"...If you weren't you, if I had no intentions for you, why did this..." Whispered and repeated, Jun Zhan raised his eyebrows.

The hot water was ready soon, and the bathing place was just behind where Nangong Cang Ao lived. It was very convenient in the past. Jun Zhanran's copper chair was destroyed in the tower, and there was no other means of transportation, so Nangong Cang Ao hugged him into the water.

When he was submerged in the water, the owner of this place did not join in, but stood by the bathing pool, leaning against the wall with his arms folded. He had not yet bathed and changed his clothes. He stood there like a knife drawn from its sheath.

Jun Zhanran never needed help from others when he took a bath, and Nangong Cangao didn't seem to want to help either. He watched him take off his broken clothes in the water, leaned against the pool, and slowly washed the blood off his body.

Suddenly his eyes paused, Nangong Cang Ao saw a few dirty red marks, which were obviously finger marks, and his smiling face suddenly darkened.

"I'll help you." He took off his clothes in twos and twos, but he didn't care about the blood all over his body, and wiped Jun Zhanran's body vigorously.