Forces of Temptation

It was the first time Nan Zhou saw the scene after drinking.

After blending the light and color of the bar with a retro industrial atmosphere, Nan Zhou seemed to have knocked over a shelf of seasoning dishes in front of him.

He had never seen such a dazzling, unrealistic, and overly romantic color.

He looked at the suddenly changed world in front of him freshly, and stretched out his fingertips, wanting to color the huge palette with the world as the background color.

The luthier seemed to be the first to notice that he was wrong.

The luthier wrapped his arms around his shoulders, covered his fluffy hair with one hand from behind, and pressed his head slightly firmly on his shoulders.

He said to everyone in a calm tone: "Do you want to go disco?"

The man with the ear studs grasped the board game cards he had just grasped for a few seconds, with a confused expression on his face: "...boss, we haven't played a new game—"

Song Haining was very good, and immediately started to collect cards from everyone: "Think about it."

A group of people came in a hurry and left in a hurry.

……

Jiang Fang didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Holding Nan Zhou's shoulders and clinging to his body, Jiang Fang could feel his body temperature rising rapidly.

The alcoholic air exhaled from his mouth and nose flowed slowly against Jiang Fang's neck.

It feels amazing to have the hot and flexible body pressed against him.

...he was drunk.

Jiang Fang just wanted to distract Nan Zhou's attention with that joke, and trick him into drinking some wine so that he could moisten his lips and blend into the atmosphere.

Even if a button was loosened, Nan Zhou was still too serious.

However, what happened in front of him was not what Jiang Fang wanted.

Because it means losing control.

Nan Zhou, who was sober, he was still sure to control.

but drunk...

Driving away Song Haining and the others was because Jiang Fang was afraid that Nanzhou would suddenly explode and lead to an even more uncontrollable situation.

Jiang Fang no longer hid self-defense daggers or electric shock devices on his body when he was trying to get along with Nan Zhou.

However, at this very moment, I can only feel sorry.

To show his sincere apology, Jiang Fang decided that he could share the pain with him.

Jiang Fang gently hugged Nan Zhou's head with one hand, and kneaded him rhythmically to help him relax. With the other hand, he took out the electric shock device from the warehouse and slowly pressed it against his waist——

Suddenly, Nan Zhou's fingertips touched the back of his neck and wiped it lightly.

Su's itchy touch made Jiang Fang's body tense up suddenly.

...he thought it meant some kind of warning.

Jiang Fang asked in a quite calm tone: "What are you doing?"

Nan Zhou's voice was still cold and clear: "I'm coloring you."

Nan Zhou: "Don't move."

Nan Zhou: "It's hard for me to choose a color. As long as I move, the color will run away."

Jiang Fang's heart suddenly relaxed.

He couldn't help laughing at his own nervousness.

The vigilance relaxed, and Jiang Fang's voice became more natural: "Why do you want to paint me?"

"because……"

Nan Zhou paused for a moment, trying to find a suitable sentence to describe it: "...you are a person without color."

This was originally a drunken talk with no logic.

But Jiang Fang's heart was inexplicably poked lightly.

Nan Zhou patted him on the shoulder comfortingly: "When I color you up, you won't be."

As he spoke, he pushed Jiang Fang's chest with one hand and said, "Forget it, it's inconvenient to paint like this."

After all, he was about to get up.

However, Jiang Fang was in a daze just now, and he hadn't had time to retrieve the electric shock device that was still on his lap, between the two of them.

Realizing that the situation was wrong, Jiang Fang made a decisive move and pushed Nan Zhou's head back onto his shoulders with one hand.

Nan Zhou's still moist warm lips brushed against the skin of his neck, making him shudder violently.

He concealed: "It's good to color me like this."

Nan Zhou was like a domestic cat on the verge of sobriety and confusion, obediently following the instructions of his palm: "Yes."

Jiang Fang slightly turned his gaze to the side, and saw Nan Zhou's collarbone that had been burned into a light pink.

A strange and strange feeling crossed his heart.

There is a slight constriction in the internal organs.

Probably the stomach.

Or a little bit further up.

The music faded.

The figures of the buildings also faded away.

The sound of conversation, laughter, and the sound of bartenders using ice cones and long ladles to ice glasses gradually faded away.

There is only one voice left in the world.

——There was a drunk little painter, his fingertips rubbed the skin near his butterfly bone, making a soft rustling sound.

But soon, Jiang Fang regretted it.

……

After getting permission from the luthier, Nan Zhou began to paint seriously.

But before tossing on the luthier for a while, he peeled Nan Zhou off his body.

Nan Zhou looked at him dissatisfied: "..." I haven't finished drawing yet.

The luthier looked very cramped and his breathing rhythm was chaotic, which was quite different from what Nan Zhou thought he should be like.

But Nan Zhou found him much more pleasing to the eye.

Because his exposed skin, including his cheeks, is uniformly dyed a faint red, and the color ratio is excellent.

Nan Zhou thought that he still couldn't adjust such an excellent color, so he raised his hand curiously to caress the corner of his mouth, and asked humbly, "Excuse me, how did you achieve this?"

Luthier: "...?"

He turned his face away, avoiding his fingertips, with a look of reluctance.

But Nan Zhou found out.

As soon as my fingers touched his skin, the faded color would reappear.

Nanzhou never hides his desire for knowledge: "Teach me."

The luthier's voice was a bit stagnant: "Don't make trouble."

Nan Zhou found that he seemed to be quite resistant, so he dismissed the idea of ​​getting to the bottom of it: "Yes."

After finishing speaking, he put the hand that was about to move neatly on his knees.

Unexpectedly, the luthier looked at him for a while, with a more subtle expression.

One hand seemed to be inadvertently pressed on the base of his thigh, his knee was pressed against one place, and his thumb was pressed against the side of his leg, as if trying to restrain himself.

But obviously, this is quite difficult for the luthier.

The evidence is that he clenched his fists and muttered in a low voice: "... чорт (damn)"

Nan Zhou: "What does this mean?"

The luthier raised his head, and a strand of silver hair that was soaked in sweat slipped and stuck to his left eye: "Well, it means hello."

Nan Zhou said: "I remember."

As the alcoholic power of the cider evaporated, the effect of the water of life followed closely behind, detonating secretly in Nan Zhou's body.

Nan Zhou leaned on the soft sofa, feeling that he was sinking and sinking.

The high heat turned into a boundless red sea, pushing his consciousness up and down in it.

He rubbed his temples, trying to keep his balance.

But his slightly curly, wet black hair was messed up, and his body was still sinking and sinking uncontrollably.

Nan Zhou was so dizzy that he couldn't sit still.

When he found Nan Zhou's body sliding down the sofa, the luthier wanted to pick it up, but it was too late.

The luthier stood up, inserted a leg between his slightly different legs in time, and used his toes to pad Nan Zhou's buttocks.

It can be regarded as preventing the Nanzhou from coming into contact with the icy ground.

Nan Zhou crossed his legs and sat blankly on the toe of his textured and shiny leather shoes, as if he forgot why he fell here.

The luthier retreated on one leg and squatted until he was at eye level: "Do you need me to lift you up, or can you stand up by yourself?"

Nan Zhou raised his head slightly and observed the luthier for a while.

...and then lightly rubbed his shiny black leather uppers with his crotch.

Nanzhou didn't intend to do something.

What he wanted to express by this move was, if you can't stand up, please hug me.

He has never been shy about admitting his weaknesses.

But Nan Zhou saw that the luthier's face turned into that indescribable crimson again.

He also heard an unintelligible sound: "... Tsk."

Nan Zhou tilted his head, thinking that the luthier denied his proposal.

He was not depressed either, he turned sideways, intending to be self-reliant, and got up by himself, but when his knees gave way, he fell into the arms of the luthier who was about to help him.

Nanzhou moves forward, and the luthier moves backward.

In this way, Nan Zhou sat on the lower abdomen of the luthier in a straddling posture.

The glass coffee table above and the bright black crystal floor all vaguely reflect the two matching people.

It seems that there are six people, facing each other and forming a pair.

Nan Zhou's upper body fell on the luthier's body, and he also grabbed the hands that the luthier just extended to him, like a boiled sugar figure, sticking to people without bones.

The luthier stared at his drunken cheeks that were close at hand, and his hands were held high above his head by Nan Zhou.

Nan Zhou was also watching him, carefully observing the weird chemical reaction that was happening in his body.

After a while, he discovered a very strange thing.

He said frankly: "I seem to have reproductive urges towards you."

Nan Zhou's tone was full of intoxicating anguish and confusion, so sincere that the luthier was stunned for a long time before he understood what he was talking about.

The luthier was momentarily at a loss for words: "...why?"

"You are special."

Nan Zhou took every question from the luthier seriously: "You will cook delicious food."

"You'll talk to me, and you're not afraid of me."

"You were the first to bring me out."

"When I saw you on the balcony, I had a slight reproductive urge for you. But it's not as real and clear as it is now."

"I'm also thinking about why this is. Can you think about it with me?"

……

Jiang Fang listened carefully to each of Nanzhou's reasons.

He pondered for a moment, then laughed muffledly: "This...is very dangerous. It's the same for you and me."

Nan Zhou seemed to understand his worries: "I'm talking about very serious things now, so I won't vomit."

Jiang Fang: "I'm not worried about this... Well, I'm also worried about this."

Nan Zhou reassured: "I won't vomit."

Seeing that Nan Zhou was on the verge of falling from the impact of alcohol and could not sit still, Jiang Fang subconsciously raised his waist to stabilize his body.

But he immediately regretted it.

He should have let Nan Zhou lie on the cold floor so that his mind could clear up.

Even so, Jiang Fang still held his waist and said patiently: "It's a beautiful night, isn't it?"

Nan Zhou nodded dully.

"So, let's not destroy this beauty, shall we?"

Meeting Nan Zhou's puzzled eyes, Jiang Fang softened his voice and pushed him away little by little in a coaxing tone.

"It's a fledgling complex, and it can manifest itself in the form of... you said, reproductive urge, but it's just reproductive urge."

"This kind of impulse can't be taken as real, and it's not worth wasting on me."

"Although the apple is the forbidden fruit of Adam and Eve, I am not Adam. A person like me would not give my rib to others."

"I could only be that snake."

"I'm not very old, and I haven't seen enough and played enough with many things and people in the world, so I will work hard and live alone."

"So... the two of us, just be friends, okay?"

Nan Zhou sat on Jiang Fang ignorantly: "...Is that so?"

Seeing that he could understand, Jiang Fang patted his waist gently: "This is the best."

Seeing that Nan Zhou was in a daze, with no sadness on his face, but a little confusion, Jiang Fang felt more at ease.

Even he doesn't know where his sense of security of "fearing his distress" comes from.

He said: "Nanzhou, let's not stay here anymore. I'll take you out to sober up, okay?"

……

The temperature difference between day and night in "Paper Gold" is not small, and it is much cooler at night.

got windy.

The cool breeze blows against the cheek, like a light kiss from the night god.

After lying on the luthier for a while, Nan Zhou gained some strength.

Although he stumbled and could only be led by the luthier, at least he could walk by himself.

They passed a sweets van.

Three or four NPCs in overalls were unloading.

When they walked by, countless bright and finely divided particles were suddenly blown into the air, surrounding them like a sleet of snow.

There are thousands of trees, and the pear blossoms suddenly bloom.

The air is filled with a faint sugar aroma.

Nan Zhou: "Ah, snow."

"It's not snow." The luthier said, "This is an easter egg from a movie many years ago. The game designer combined this bridge with the 'paper gold'. As long as two people pass by the dessert truck together, it is possible to trigger the 'sugar' Snow' plot."

Nan Zhou picked up the "snow" flying all over the sky with his hands.

The "snow" that fell on his palm did not have the hexagonal shape of snow, but just a thin bit of frost, which quickly melted away under the temperature of his palm.

Luthier: "That movie fits the atmosphere of this city very well."

"When I'm free in the future, I can take you to see..."

"I figured it out."

Nan Zhou suddenly interrupted the luthier.

His thoughts were slow, and he was still in the bar so far, so he had no time to digest the story.

Nan Zhou turned his head and faced the luthier in the snowy sky.

His serious look was very similar to the way he made his vows to the priest at the wedding.

Nan Zhou said: "You don't want to be Adam. I can."

……

Nan Zhou would not know that with just one sentence, he instantly created a large crack in the spiritual wall that Jiang Fang had built with his own hands just now.

Jiang Fang could resist those intimate and ambiguous actions, but he couldn't resist this simple and lovely sentence.

Jiang Fang's breathing suddenly became heavier.

The atmosphere was just right.

The scene is just right.

People... aren't bad either.

Jiang Fang's real physical reaction forced him to forget everything he said just now.

He's not as chic as he says he is.

He clearly remembered the day when he planted apple trees for Nanzhou.

He remembered the apple that rolled into the balcony.

He remembered the satisfaction in Nan Zhou's heart when he ate what he made.

He remembered that when he and Nan Zhou slept in the same bed, Nan Zhou was extremely dependent on himself because of his lack of understanding of the outside world.

It was silently shouting the term that frightened Jiang Fang, but it had never come into contact with it.

He unconsciously bullied Nan Zhou in the blizzard.

For a moment, Jiang Fang wanted to have a try with Nan Zhou who was in the frosting and was watching him seriously.

Even if it means he's going to step into crazy territory.

Finding that Jiang Fang was approaching him, Nan Zhou just stood there and let him move.

Drunkenness had turned him into a tame animal with little vigilance.

……

The warm aroma of icing sugar and the faint breath of each other are entangled in the breath of the two of them.

However, when the distance between their lips was only half an inch, Nan Zhou paused.

His gaze moved down to the gap between the legs of the person in front of him.

He frowned subtly.

In the next second, Nan Zhou's fingers touched the chest of the man in front of him, preventing him from getting any closer.

"This is not you." Nan Zhou said, "You should be bigger than this."

……

In an instant, the dream stopped.

The game will reproduce the most hormonal memory of the player, and an NPC who is good at performing will perform a seamless mirror copy of the original script, lines, and actions.

If you can't detect the weirdness of the dream and can't get out of the dream, then the player will always fall asleep in this dark cabin, full of desires.

After all the illusions cracked, the warm and romantic painting faded away.

The perfect image of the luthier in front of Nan Zhou was instantly shattered by his words.

His skin sac was split open, revealing a... wolf head with a ferocious smile.

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An observation diary of Nanjixing: Some people say that they look like Neptune on the surface, but secretly they have been in because of some people's words.