Forces of Temptation

The pattern of the forest has changed compared with the previous two times they walked through.

After walking a certain distance, the road gradually became narrow and deep.

The canopy is densely stacked, and the strips are sparse.

If it weren't for the fact that the time could be vaguely judged from the spot of light, the current forest would look like it was in the middle of the night.

Trees and vines are knotted like pythons, densely intertwined, and several trails are divided.

In this timeline, the ownership of this forest should still be in the hands of the witch.

In this way, it is no wonder that two children get lost in the forest and are directed to the candy house.

Fortunately, Nanzhou has walked through it twice, and its sense of direction is not bad.

He picked up a wooden stick, and while pushing away the slightly withered vines due to long-term exposure to shadows, he used the tip of the stick to accurately find the forest light falling under the sieve of leaves.

The speed at which the sun moves is within the normal range.

As long as they continue to move forward and find the right direction, they will be able to get out.

Nan Zhou walked ahead.

Jiang Fang followed behind him, very quiet.

Their footsteps landed on the ground, one behind the other.

The level is not difficult, but it is difficult to pass the level like krypton life.

Nervous hunger made Nan Zhou feel as if his stomach had become a bottomless pit.

A few mouthfuls of apples fell into the stomach, like falling into a bottomless abyss, and disappeared after hissing and burning in the corrosive gastric juice.

But Nan Zhou couldn't stop eating.

He has a feeling: if he doesn't take a bite and holds on forcibly, his stomach will be so hungry that it will eat itself.

This kind of famine torture that he had never experienced before, even with a strong physique like Nan Zhou, he couldn't stand it.

But Nanzhou walked all the way and ate three apples, but he didn't hear Jiang Fang behind him eating even a bite.

Nan Zhou thought, this is not acceptable.

However, Nan Zhou didn't speak because the speculation created some uneasy barriers and barriers.

After internal evaluation, he believed that Jiang Fang was capable of taking care of himself.

However, after walking for a while, Nan Zhou felt that Jiang Fang was stepping on his own pace step by step.

As soon as his feet moved away, his feet followed up, rubbed against his trousers, and got very close, as if he was afraid of losing himself.

This situation is somewhat unusual.

So, with his back turned to him, Nan Zhou reached back to reach Jiang Fang's wrist: "Why—"

The next moment, Nan Zhou felt a sudden tightening of his wrists.

The natural danger radar made Nanzhou suddenly raised his full attention, and his bound palms grabbed the clothes on the chest of the person behind him, and pushed the attacker's body to the side of the camphor tree.

... Turn around and attack!

But when he found out that the person who launched the silent attack was actually Jiang Fang, Nan Zhou's face changed slightly.

Because he had no energy left to withdraw his fist, he simply punched Jiang Fang's ear on the hard bark.

There was a tooth-piercing cracking sound from inside the bark.

When Jiang Fang's back hit the tree trunk, he just pulled the choker around the two wrists to the limit.

The leaves fluttered down and fell on the shoulders of the two of them, and the snow fell for a while.

In this way, Nan Zhou's left hand was firmly tied to Jiang Fang's right hand.

The silver decoration on the choker was stuck on the small bone on Nanzhou's wrist.

His body temperature still remained on the inner side of the leather belt, and it stuck to Nan Zhou's skin, driving his pulse to beat much faster.

...This is even more unusual for Nanzhou.

Nan Zhou was confused for a moment: "..."

Nan Zhou: "Brother Fang, what are you doing?"

Jiang Fang's cheeks were reddish, sweat was dripping from his forehead, and the blood on his lips was extremely full, which was so hot that it was incompatible with his usual restraint.

Even Jiang Fang himself seemed unable to adapt to such a change.

He closed his eyes and opened them again.

His lips are slightly pursed, and his eyelashes are stained with light water vapor, which makes the arc in the center of his upper lip more and more clear and attractive. He wants people to stand on tiptoe and taste it curiously.

It looked as if he was fighting some ingrained instinct in his body.

The two are close at hand.

Nan Zhou could feel that the heart in front of him was beating heavily and fast, clamoring, clamoring, and pulsating.

Listening to such an uneasy heartbeat, Nan Zhou was sincerely worried that Jiang Fang had a heart attack.

After taking off the choker, the wound on Jiang Fang's neck was unreservedly exposed.

The forest light cast by the slanting sieve is projected on his body, making the outline of the tattoo on his neck particularly vivid.

K&M.

This is the abbreviation of Jiang Fang's father's name.

This is his impression of love, an emotional totem of pain, fear, and death.

Nan Zhou raised his right hand with butterfly tattoos to help him cover the scar, and frowned: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Fang lowered his head, silently and single-mindedly used the choker to repeatedly strengthen his and Nan Zhou's hands.

Nan Zhou: "...?"

Nan Zhou didn't quite understand the meaning of his action, and guessed, "Will this make you feel safe?"

Jiang Fang finally spoke: "Yeah. I have to tie it to my side."

Nan Zhou: "Why?"

Jiang Fang: "I'm afraid you will go somewhere I can't see."

Nan Zhou was surprised but responded seriously: "No. I will walk in front of you."

"not enough."

Jiang Fang leaned against the tree, with one foot forward vainly touching Nanzhou's toe: "I want to tie you up. Lock you up. Imprison you. Make you unable to go anywhere."

Nan Zhou: "Why?"

Jiang Fang lowered his eyelashes: "Because you are not a real person. You may leave me at any time because of the wrong correction of the system."

Nan Zhou was startled.

This kind of openness is not like Jiang Fang.

Jiang Fang seemed to have guessed what Nan Zhou was thinking.

He raised his eyes and looked directly at Nan Zhou.

A strand of silver hair that was slightly damp with sweat hung down, sticking vaguely to the side of his eyes: "I drank the truth tequila."

Nan Zhou let out an ah, thinking, are you so hungry?

Panting slightly, Jiang Fang pulled Nan Zhou's hand covering his neck, and posted it on his heart: "So, I will tell you whatever you want to hear."

Jiang Fang: "Now, I'm telling the truth. You can ask me questions, anything is fine."

Even though this was in the middle of the game, even though they needed to save time as much as possible, Nan Zhou accepted the proposal after a short thought.

Their knots need to be released after all.

They still have three games to face, and if they wait until the end of the dungeon to solve it, with Jiang Fang's personality, they might just smile and let it go hastily.

At that time, they can only be each other's riddles and continue to guess each other's answers.

Nanzhou didn't like this.

Nan Zhou settled down: "Brother Fang, you know what I am, don't you?"

Jiang Fang: "Yes."

Nan Zhou: "Always know?"

Jiang Fang: "I knew it from the beginning."

Nan Zhou: ""Eternal Day"?"

Jiang Fang: "Yes, "Eternal Day". I have read you. You are..."

There was a lingering fragrance of tequila on Jiang Fang's lips and teeth, but he was not really drunk.

At this moment, Jiang Fang's thinking was very clear.

He could hear and understand what he was saying.

It's just that he can't control it.

Therefore, even though his face was flushed, he was full of shame, and the tip of his tongue was bitter and his teeth were weak, he still couldn't resist the sincerity that was boiling on the left side of his chest.

Jiang Fang said, "You are my fairy tale."

He read him carefully.

under the lamp.

in daylight.

in the dark.

Nan Zhou's face and Nan Zhou's story, as his little consolation, illuminated his dull years.

When they were most intimate, there was only a piece of paper between them.

When they were most unfamiliar, there was a whole world apart.

When he was a child, Jiang Fang regarded Nan Zhou as a princess in a fairy tale who needed to be rescued.

Later, the existence of Nan Zhou became his confidant.

He let Jiang Fang know that he is not alone in this world.

Later, he managed to meet Nan Zhou, but found that he was neither a princess nor a heart friend.

Nanzhou is an existence beyond all his imagination and reason.

Nan Zhou: "You know what I am, so you won't be afraid of me?"

Jiang Fang: "I have never been afraid. But I have resisted."

Jiang Fang: "Because you are not human. We have no future."

Speaking of this, Jiang Fang's tone was a little confused: "I haven't thought about my future, but with you, I started to think too much, but did too little. This is not normal, it's not me .”

"So I thought, I'm crazy...to like you so much."

Nan Zhou opened his eyes slightly.

Jiang Fang bit his lip, the sobriety and rationality hidden under the madness were at work, but he still couldn't suppress the strong and abnormal drinking power of the truth tequila.

He murmured "Damn" in Ukrainian.

"I like it." Jiang Fang whispered uncontrollably, "I like you very much."

Nanzhou's mood suddenly brightened.

He was very curious and had thousands of questions in his mind to ask, but when he got the answer that Jiang Fang didn't hate him, he suddenly felt relieved.

Nanzhou replied seriously: "Well, I like you too."

"You're the most... most interesting human being I've ever seen."

Smart, not afraid of him, coquettish, unpredictable human beings.

Jiang Fang: "So, I made a choice, I made a wish, and I found you."

"I... want to be your friend again."

"Don't say such frivolous things."

When the word "friend" was mentioned, Nan Zhou became serious: "We are not friends yet."

But seeing the undisguised sadness on Jiang Fang's expression, Nan Zhou thought for a while and comforted him, "...Maybe it will be in the future."

Soon, Nanzhou found another question that interests him: "What choice did you make? What wish did you make?"

Captured by the power of alcohol, Jiang Fang wanted to open his mouth.

However, the strange thing is that for him, this truth is even more difficult to say than "like".

Nan Zhou found that he was trying his best to resist the influence of alcohol.

A pair of lips were pursed until they turned white, and the teeth were bitten to make a slight creaking sound, but he still refused to say a word.

Nan Zhou was even more curious.

He didn't know why Jiang Fang endured such painstaking forbearance and struggle: "You—"

The next second, he was speechless.

Jiang Fang's lips suddenly pressed against his lips, with excessive trembling and heat.

Warm up and down against his skin, as if breathing with him.

Nan Zhou was stunned for a moment, fixed his eyes on him for a while, then put his arms around Jiang Fang's neck, and the hands tied with him slowly fell along his side.

He greeted the kiss in confusion, and tentatively stuck out the tip of his tongue, pressed the corner of Jiang Fang's lips, and then touched the lips he had been coveting quietly for a while.

Unlike the muscles and bones on Jiang Fang's body, his lips were extraordinarily soft and warm.

Like a net, it gently captured him, pulled and wrapped Nanzhou, and sank with him.

When the lips and teeth of the two finally parted, Nan Zhou asked him with concern: "Are you already so hungry?"

Jiang Fang pressed his face on Nan Zhou's shoulder, the scorching heat on his cheek almost gave Nan Zhou the illusion of being scalded.

Nan Zhou straightened his face seriously, forcing him to face himself.

Convinced that there was nothing hideous or out of control about him, Nan Zhou breathed a sigh of relief.

...Just now he thought Jiang Fang was hungry and wanted to eat himself.

Jiang Fang's expression was much normal now.

Nan Zhou touched the corners of his hot and slightly swollen lips, and continued to ask: "Will you not be hungry if you touch it like this?"

But Jiang Fang didn't answer him honestly.

The truth about the effects of agave lasts for 10 minutes.

Jiang Fang, who had passed the alcohol, said, "..."

Now he not only doesn't want to face the reality, but also wants to drink another half bottle.

However, Nan Zhou still looked at him calmly, and patiently asked for his opinion: "Then have you had enough?"

Nan Zhou didn't quite understand the heavy light and struggle in Jiang Fang's eyebrows and eyes, as well as the beautiful shame on his cheeks.

Seeing that he was still hesitating, Nan Zhou tiptoed and took the initiative to kiss him.

Nan Zhou felt that this method was very effective.

For example, now, his stomach feels much softer and more comfortable, as if there are thin wings brushing on it.

Warm, itchy, satisfying.

Very comfortable.

If this can alleviate the hunger, Nanzhou can let him eat two more bites.

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