Forces of Temptation

Nan Zhou thought, this is not fair.

Normal human beings, who would remember the first time they were jealous?

He looked at Jiang Fang and asked him if he needed help.

But seeing Jiang Fang's expression changed, he couldn't help being surprised: "Do you still remember?"

Jiang Fang glanced at him, his lips pursed into a line, and there was a bit of unbearable embarrassment in his eyes that Nan Zhou couldn't understand.

Nan Zhou: "Are you thinking?"

"Yeah." Jiang Fang's voice was tight, "I'm thinking."

……

After the drunk incident at the "Paper Gold" bar passed, Jiang Fang realized one thing:

Nan Zhou should have his own social circle.

He has been following behind him, but out of fledgling complex.

He should not be the only one in his world.

Besides, I was never suitable to be a fellow traveler.

Emotionally, Jiang Fang has always been a person who does not try to start in order to avoid the end.

So, in the early morning after a night of carnival, he found the team members who had just woken up from drunkenness, hangover and headache.

The man with the earrings yawned all over the place: "Boss, what are you doing this early in the morning?"

"About Nanzhou." Jiang Fang cut to the chase, "From today onwards, all of you should treat him better."

The players looked at each other.

The man with the earrings scratched his earlobe: "Boss, it's enough for you to treat him alone. He doesn't seem to need us very much."

"But you need him."

Jiang Fang lightly pointed out the key point: "If you want him to save you at a critical time in the future, talk to him more. This is an emotional investment that costs nothing and benefits for you."

This is of real interest to other players.

So everyone listened to it.

But Song Haining still asked the doubts in the hearts of all the team members present: "We treat him well, boss, are you not jealous?"

Jiang Fang felt quite amused: "What can I be jealous of?"

After briefly explaining the task to the team members, Jiang Fang turned back to the room.

Nan Zhou was still fast asleep.

People who have not sobered up breathe lightly and evenly.

His sleeping position has always been very obedient, with his hands tucked under the pillow obediently.

He probably slept hot, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and chin.

Jiang Fang sat down on the side of the bed, looked down for a moment, then raised his thumb subconsciously, trying to wipe his sweat.

However, with his hands in the air, his muscles froze.

——From the corner of the Nanzhou quilt, a touch of whiteness protruded.

Jiang Fang recognized what it was.

Yesterday, after Jiang Fang took a shower and changed into close-fitting pajamas, he threw the bathrobe that was stained with fresh water mist on the bed.

Now, this bathrobe is wrapped in Nan Zhou's blanket.

Perhaps it was involved when he turned over yesterday.

But this bathrobe and the endless hints behind it ignited Jiang Fang.

Jiang Fang suddenly stood up, took the bathrobe out of his bed, walked quickly into the bathroom with it, and threw it directly into the sink.

After doing all this, Jiang Fang realized how ridiculous he was.

It's just that his personal belongings were hugged and slept all night by him, and he didn't mean to.

You overreacted yourself.

After calming down a little, Jiang Fang looked down at the bathrobe in the sink that was in a mess.

The faint aroma of apples belonging to Nan Zhou remained on the surface of the bathrobe, lingering on the tip of his nose.

For some unknown reason, he stretched out his hand to grab it, and his fingertips were immediately soaked with Nanzhou's body temperature.

Such an extremely intimate touch made him let go of his hand like an electric shock, and threw the bathrobe into the bathtub with residual water.

He turned on the cold water tap and washed his fingers little by little until the apple fragrance and warmth disappeared between his fingers.

Probably because he made a lot of noise, and when he got out of the bathroom, Nan Zhou had already woken up.

He sat cross-legged on the bed, his long hair was slightly messed up, and he took "waking up" as a serious matter.

When Jiang Fang walked to the bed, Nan Zhou raised his head and greeted him, "Good morning."

Jiang Fang pressed his wet fingertips to his side, bending unconsciously, imitating the movement of pinning his hair behind his ears.

His smile is as warm as usual: "...well. Good morning."

A few days later, they ended another copy.

They returned to the "Rust Capital" for a short rest.

When they arrived at the hotel where they stayed temporarily, Nanzhou tailed Jiang Fang as usual.

In the dungeon, Nanzhou contributed a lot, and now he is very sleepy and needs a bed urgently.

But before entering the door of the room, Jiang Fang stretched out his hand to support the door frame, blocking Nan Zhou's way.

"Do you still want to sleep with me today?" Jiang Fang asked gently, "Don't want to choose other places?"

There was a moment of silence.

Nan Zhou said honestly, "I don't want to."

He lowered his head and got under Jiang Fang's arm, and continued to walk in.

Jiang Fang was still smiling, but he stretched out his arms resolutely, blocking Nan Zhou's entry again.

Nan Zhou glanced at him in bewilderment, leaned against a wall, and yawned pretty delicately.

Jiang Fang: "I have something to do today, I have to deal with it alone."

Nan Zhou looked at his face, and because he was so sleepy, he let out a slow "ah".

"Can't I go home?" he asked.

His cold voice seemed to be kneading Jiang Fang's heart, squeezing out a bit of sour lemon juice.

Jiang Fang hesitated for a moment, and was about to let go when Nan Zhou turned around, walked not far away, and knocked on another door.

The man with the earrings who was making noise inside and preparing to set up the table asked loudly, "Who is that?!"

Nan Zhou reported his family name: "It's Nan Zhou."

...everything is quiet.

"I want to sleep." Nan Zhou said, "Can you let me in for a while?"

After a while, the man with the earrings opened the door a little, poked his head out, and first glanced at the boss who was standing in front of the door not far away.

He felt that the boss' fingers resting on the side of the door had been deformed due to force, and his aura was not quite right.

Sensing the weird atmosphere, the stud man tremblingly tried to refuse: "We all smoke. We are going to play cards—"

Nan Zhou was already walking in: "It doesn't matter."

Over there, the door was closed for a long time, but Jiang Fang was still standing at the door.

After an unknown amount of time, he realized that the fingers he held by the door were sore and unbearable.

He retracted his hand, stretched it twice in a masochistic manner, and then slowly said "good night" to the air.

That night, Jiang Fang managed to lose sleep.

They slept together for almost three months.

This was the first time Jiang Fang felt that a double bed could be so big that there was no limit.

In the beginning, everyone was terrified of Nanzhou.

But after having the courage to communicate with him, the team members gradually discovered that Nan Zhou's character is not bad.

It can even be said that it is as simple as a piece of white paper that you can touch and dye.

The relationship between them and Nan Zhou got better day by day.

They will also bring Nanzhou with them when they play cards, and play hand in hand with Nanzhou, and Nanzhou will play the role of a listener.

He listened to what everyone said.

But probably because his energy was distracted, he stopped paying attention to Jiang Fang.

In the evening, he would play cards with the stud man and the others, and he would rather have a lively time with everyone when eating.

Jiang Fang thought this was very good.

It's just that from the day he deliberately distanced himself from Nanzhou, he basically lost his appetite.

Even if he took two digestive tablets provided in the warehouse, it didn't help.

Not sure if the pills are expired.

Seven days later, they still haven't entered the new copy.

This rest period is really not short, and everyone's long-term tension between life and death has been extraordinarily relaxed.

When the team members went to the shops on the street to buy things, Song Haining had a whim and mobilized the other two girls in the team and a few men who liked to tease, planning to buy more clothes for Nan Zhou.

They went to a clothing store.

Nanzhou is just like a walking hanger, which can easily fit any clothes.

He obediently allowed them to arrange, bringing their matching clothes into the fitting room one by one, and then showing them to them.

Song Haining and another girl hugged the Antarctic star, chirping to give advice on outfits.

"Martin boots must go with a windbreaker, of course."

"How about this knee-length doctor's coat?"

"Do you want this red one for the biker uniform, or all black?"

"Hey, Nan Zhou, this sweater is worn askew, the collarbone chain is the essence, it has to be exposed!"

"The silk scarf is also pretty, it looks like a long neck..."

Several young men also followed, making suggestions and sighing.

"Fuck, is this leg real?" Male A was really envious, and leaned over to ask Nan Zhou, "Can I touch it?"

Nan Zhou: "Yes."

Male B gave him a hand, and kept winking somewhere behind him: "Do you want to die?"

Male A's eyes are full of yearning for long legs of the same sex: "It's not in vain! I also have abdominal muscles, let him touch them back later."

So the two reached an amicable exchange agreement.

Jiang Fang sat on one side, smiling decently, but his heart seemed to grow a row of thin teeth, biting a lemon.

The soreness continued to spread and could not be relieved.

Nan Zhou didn't even look at him.

Didn't even look at him in the mirror.

He is looking at others, talking to others, and his calf is being held in the palm of others...

Jiang Fang took a deep breath, feeling sick.

If he falls in love with someone else, he will repeat his mother's mistakes, which is the most stupid act.

If he fell in love with the virtual paper Nanzhou, his madness might surpass that of his mother.

But he couldn't see anything else in his eyes now.

He could only see that Nan Zhou was standing with others.

Nan Zhou's palm was pressing on someone's lower abdomen, caressing curiously.

Jiang Fang felt his lower abdomen harden from the heat.

After the excitement, several people bought a set of sports clothes for Nanzhou together.

Seeing that it was getting late, they said hello to Jiang Fang, and then they went to other shops to find people and prepared to meet up.

Nan Zhou wanted to get out of the clothing store.

However, after taking two steps, he stopped.

He was wearing a new pair of sneakers.

At this time, the snow-white shoelaces fell apart and fell to the ground.

Nanzhou didn't wear sneakers.

In the comic "Eternal Day", in most cases, he always has a white shirt, black trousers, and small leather shoes.

Different sizes, from small to large, from winter to summer.

Occasionally he can also change a piece of clothing, but the type of clothing depends on the author never.

This allows him to always be well-dressed and in a suit and leather shoes when he kills.

The appearance of Nan Zhou standing there, staring blankly at the loosening of the shoelaces was very similar to a cartoon in Jiang Fang's memory.

That was the first time Nanzhou killed Guangmei in the comics.

He looked down at his fingers, and there was a pool of blood spreading outward under his feet.

The blood from the fingertips fell into the pool of blood with a thud, splashing out small ripples, like tears.

He thought he was crying, so he numbly raised his hand to touch his cheek, leaving only mottled blood on his face, but he couldn't touch a trace of tears.

Therefore, Nan Zhou, who had never worn sneakers, fell into confusion.

He didn't know how to tie the loose shoelaces.

Nan Zhou kicked his feet, bent down, and tried to grab the shoelace at one end.

Suddenly, he heard a voice from the side.

Jiang Fang knelt down on one knee beside him, and said lightly, "Sit down."

Nan Zhou froze for a moment, then sat down gently on his knees.

Jiang Fang's arm went around his calf, and when it landed on his shoe, his fingertips accidentally rubbed against his ankle.

Jiang Fang didn't pause, he was afraid that if he stopped and thought about it, he would regret it.

He said: "You look good."

He demonstrated to Nan Zhou how to tie shoelaces.

But after Nanzhou learned it, he didn't get up immediately.

Nan Zhou turned sideways, looked at Jiang Fang's side face, and said in a firm tone: "Actually, you don't want me to make friends with others, do you?"

Jiang Fang paused with his fingertips, but did not respond positively: "...'Also'?"

"Hmm." Nan Zhou said frankly, "I don't want to either."

Jiang Fang: "But I see that you guys had a good chat."

As soon as these words came out, he couldn't help but tilt his head, annoyed that he couldn't control his tone well.

"I'm trying. But I know, I just want to be your friend." He heard Nan Zhou say, "I'm angry with you."

Jiang Fang's heart soaked in lemon flavor was poured into honey water.

Nan Zhou said: "They are all very nice, but none of them are you."

Jiang Fang's heart was so soaked that it was numb and tender, and he couldn't help apologizing: "I'm sorry. I was wrong."

...I shouldn't have pushed you out without discussing it with you.

"Well... I guess it's because I said that day that I have reproductive urges towards you, and you don't like it." Nan Zhou speculated reasonably, "I won't say it in the future. But can I have it secretly?"

Jiang Fang lowered his head for a long time without responding. He just tied Nan Zhou's shoelaces and then disbanded.

After dozens of seconds of silence and repeated movements, he said to Nan Zhou: "I also exercise."

Nan Zhou: "? I know."

Jiang Fang: "I control my diet very well."

Nan Zhou: "...? Hmm."

Jiang Fang raised his head: "I also have—"

However, after meeting Nan Zhou's pure and clear gaze, his heart contracted slightly, and he withdrew the childish emotion that was about to lose control and overflowed his atrium: "Forget it. It's nothing."

He asked Nan Zhou: "Have you learned it? Tie your shoelaces."

Nan Zhou supported his knee, lowered his head: "...you can tie it again."

……

Jiang Fang was seriously thinking about the moment when he started to care about Nan Zhou and became jealous of him.

After 15 minutes of tracing the source, looking at Nan Zhou on the other side of the rock, he gave the answer softly: "Yes... that time, I pushed him to make friends with others."

Nan Zhou's eyebrows moved slightly.

--"he"?

...was it one of his many former friends?

The little mermaid was silent for a moment, the fish ears trembling slightly in the sea breeze, waiting for the transmission of the correct answer.

"No," said the little mermaid, "wrong answer."

Jiang Fang supported his gradually paralyzed calf and raised one eyebrow.

The little mermaid said: "The correct answer is when you met him for the second time and found that he had a good relationship with pets."

Jiang Fang's cheeks flushed suddenly: "..."

He felt that he was seriously ill.

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