Forces of Temptation

After sending off the senior, Nan Zhou wrote down all the details on the map and went back to the room.

When he was alone, Nan Zhou's body and mind were sunk in the fluffy goose feather pillow, looking at the strange ceiling, he belatedly fell into a trance.

Nan Zhou still doesn't know what happened to him.

He was trapped in Neverland for more than twenty years, and was thrown on a train bound for the town of psychosis in a daze.

This is unreasonable, like his life was arranged by others.

Nan Zhou lay uneasy, so he simply got up and walked around the room barefoot, touching and touching things he didn't know to feel at ease.

Naturally, he doesn't know how his every move is like a cat who has just arrived in a new environment.

He pushed open the window and took a look outside. He felt that the world was vast and astonishingly large. He simply fit himself in the shadow of the window and looked at the starry sky that was completely different from his 23-year memory. , as if the good star of the day is a long book, and he has to read it word by word to live up to it.

After watching for an unknown amount of time, he caught a faint sound.

……someone is coming.

He wasn't very afraid, because the man had come in an aboveboard manner.

He first mentally simulated the process of breaking the man's neck before realizing that the sound of footsteps belonged to Jiang Fang.

There is no need to be prepared for this.

The light of the goose-yellow electric light gathered under the door to form a line.

Now, the light is blocked by a pair of feet.

Knowing his arrival, Nan Zhou was not in a hurry to greet him, but just crouched under the shadow of the window, looking at those feet quietly.

But Jiang Fang didn't knock on the door, just stood outside, not knowing what he was waiting for.

Nan Zhou didn't move, and neither did he.

Nan Zhou was a little confused by his actions, so he was lured to the door, opened the door silently, and looked at Jiang Fang outside the door.

Jiang Fang outside the door had disbanded silver hair with some steam. It looked like he had just taken a shower, and his eyelashes were wet.

Just so right, the heat made the corners of his eyes red.

The electric light made a sea of ​​rippling stars settle in his gray eyes.

Nan Zhou tilted his head and looked at him, as if looking at a rare and beautiful protected animal.

"I'm sleeping alone, and I'm a little scared." Jiang Fang met Nan Zhou's gaze, and generously brought a small plate of puffs to Nan Zhou, "Mr. Nan, please take me in for a night."

Speaking of someone of the same height and build, who still holds a gun and smashes other people's knees with a smile during the day, it is unavoidably pretentious.

But the one who spoke was Jiang Fang, and the one who listened was Nan Zhou.

All this becomes a matter of course.

Nanzhou has a limited understanding of the creature "human", and has seen many of them in one breath today, each of which is different.

In comparison, Jiang Fang is the most interesting one.

Among other things, he is particularly outstanding in the aspect of "good-looking".

The specific description of Nan Zhou is not very clear, but the kind of good-looking is the degree to which Nan Zhou wants to paint for him.

Furthermore, there seemed to be a small loophole in his heart, and Jiang Fang's figure and appearance perfectly followed this small loophole.

When he is here, my heart is full.

For this unprecedented experience, Nanzhou, who is full of curiosity, still wants to analyze it carefully.

Besides, he came with food.

Nan Zhou ate up a small plate of puffs just in his face.

Great taste and nice people.

Nanzhou finally got the opportunity to study human beings generously, so naturally he would not let it go easily.

While he was enjoying the dessert in peace, Jiang Fang leaned against the bed, wiped his hair with Nan Zhou's towel, and told him everything about himself.

His childhood, his past, his experience.

Jiang Fang is very skillful when talking with people, not just looking at himself with pity.

Regarding his own pain, he talked to the point, but it was evocative.Most of his focus is on sharing his life experiences.

It happened to be a new world that Nan Zhou had never seen or heard of. He was naturally curious in every possible way, and logically began to take the person "Jiang Fang" to heart.

When Jiang Fang told the story without haste, his eyes never left Nanzhou, his expression was open and not obscene, but his emotions were quite rich, like a fire burning, and when it fell on his face, there was warmth unconsciously.

Today, he saw every corner of his body, Nan Zhou didn't think there was anything to be reserved, so he just let him look at him calmly.

The puffs that Jiang Fang gave were delicate and limited, and the puffs that Jiang Fang gave were exquisite and limited, and the plate was empty just when Nan Zhou was still in the mood.

He washed up briefly, and went to the same bed with Jiang Fang.

There was only such a large bed in the room, and when he got close contact, Nan Zhou found that Jiang Fang had a bit of an attractive creamy aroma, but he didn't know the source.

This vaguely aroused Nan Zhou's undiminished appetite, and made him more energetic. He rested his arms under his head without any sleepiness, and listened intently to his narration.

After Jiang Fang talked about his fun of shooting targets with a synthetic bow in the archery club, he paused subtly and slowed down his voice:

"I haven't said anything about myself to anyone."

"It's strange, I don't know why I tell you so much."

Nan Zhou could tell that it was the truth.

He said, "Yes. But we just met today."

Jiang Fang raised his finger and boldly traced Nan Zhou's eyebrows: "No. I've seen you many times."

Nan Zhou suddenly felt boundless curiosity: "When will it be?"

Jiang Fang's tone was softer, falling in people's ears, and all the way to the heart: "In a comic. You grew up with me and spent a lot of time. I have always wanted to see you, but I haven't been able to meet you. friend."

Nan Zhou had already guessed about his identity, so he was not surprised.

He thought for a while, and finally understood the sudden change in Jiang Fang's attitude after he saw his face clearly on the train.

Nan Zhou felt apologetic and said, "But this is the first time I've seen you."

Jiang Fang propped his head, and the moonlight came in like frost, covering his eyelashes with a layer of light.

He stroked the end of his eyebrows at a constant speed, once and again, with gentle movements.

"It doesn't matter." Jiang Fang said, "If you don't come, I can come to see you once, twice, or three thousand times."

Nan Zhou accepted his ambiguous touch and kindness, and didn't hate it at all.

Even in his childhood, his relatives had never touched him so tenderly and charmingly.

Nan Zhou longed for love, but because he couldn't get it, he hid this longing in his heart and didn't bother himself.

Now, he seems to have it.

But this kind of love seemed to be different from what he wanted.

Jiang Fang didn't speak anymore, but just caressed him intently.

He propped his head up, his hair was not bound by the hair tie, it was only hooked behind his ears, and with his subtle movements, the silk-like smooth hair slid along the pinna to his cheek.

He was in no hurry to pull it up.

Seeing that the hair was about to catch his eyes, Nan Zhou took the initiative to pin it behind his ears.

This is little more than a little effort.

Before Nan Zhou could recollect the strange heat from his fingertips when he touched Jiang Fang's cheek, the corner of his lips was gently pecked.

...Jiang Fang kissed him politely and decisively.

Surprised, Nan Zhou couldn't think of how to react for a while, so he uttered a surprised modal particle: "Oh?"

"Looking at someone for a long time, it's an invitation to kiss." Jiang Fang said seriously, "I accept your invitation."

Nan Zhou was thoughtful: "...Ah."

Jiang Fang: "Do you want more?"

Nan Zhou: "Hmm..."

He didn't say he agreed or refused, but he pursed his lips secretly.

During the exchange of warm breaths, Nan Zhou finally understood the source of the creamy breath on Jiang Fang's body.

—on his lips.

Nan Zhou couldn't help but think that this might be left over when he tested the sweetness when making puffs.

The snow-white sweet cream stuck to his unpainted and red lips, and was gently licked off by him.

Thinking of this scene, the strong temptation made Nan Zhou feel slightly dry in his stomach.

Nan Zhou's experience in love affairs is still inexperienced, so he can't figure it out, and he doesn't know why Jiang Fang has a bath before coming, but there is a thin layer of cream on his mouth.

Food and sex are both instincts.

Nan Zhou is afraid of pain, craving sweets, and of course, has normal desires.

It's just that he doesn't have the ability to analyze desires for the time being, so he can only let desires grow wildly at a loss.

Nan Zhou didn't express his opinion, and Jiang Fang didn't go beyond the rules, and just continued to caress Nan Zhou's forehead.

In a place Nan Zhou couldn't see, the photobacteria that grew in his mind like white peacocks were aroused by this movement, and they shook slightly like coral.

Nan Zhou gasped suddenly.

This gasp was unexpected to Jiang Fang.

He stopped with his fingertips on Nan Zhou's forehead, lowered his eyebrows and thought for a moment, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but curl up happily.

He had completely forgotten that his little paper man had a fragile little white peacock in his mind.

Jiang Fang thought of the system's rating of Nanzhou's san value.

San value can be generally summarized as spiritual power.

If his mental strength is strong enough and he is not afraid of being frightened, the system can give him a full grade score instead of giving him a "garbled code" that is difficult to judge.

Thinking about it now, perhaps Nanzhou's spiritual strength is only strong because it is not easy to be influenced by the outside world, but it is unexpectedly fragile.

Just such a gentle touch can make him show... a very interesting expression.

Nan Zhou feels very strange now.

His body was uncomfortable, and it wasn't the kind of pain when he was attacked by Guangmei. He couldn't tell where it hurt, but it just made him want to toss and turn to suppress the invisible flames rising from his body.

His heart was warm, but the surrounding light dimmed, and a gap opened in his body unconsciously, allowing only a ray of light to come in.

Jiang Fang was that beam of light.

Jiang Fang moved his fingertips upwards, pulled out the belt on his pajamas, and covered Nan Zhou's eyes.

Before Nan Zhou, who was deprived of his vision, had time to say anything, his lips were gently held by someone with great skill.

"Is it uncomfortable? Or afraid?" Jiang Fang kissed him and pressed his forehead against his, "You are shaking."

Nanzhou discussed the matter and answered seriously: "I don't know. It's just... not... comfortable."

When Jiang Fang turned over and pressed onto Nan Zhou's body, his movements were blocked by the same stiffness.

He looked down and smiled slightly.

He rubbed Nan Zhou's hot earlobe with his lips, and after successfully triggering another small shudder, he apologized: "I'm sorry, this is my fault. Leave it to me, okay?"

Nan Zhou was silent for a long time.

And Jiang Fang slowly stroked his forehead, stimulating the little peacock in his skull, waiting for his response.

Finally, he waited until the blindfolded Nan Zhou lowered his head imperceptibly.

Jiang Fang let out a sigh of relief, raised his head to look somewhere in the void, and waved his hand lightly.

He created a small enclosed space.

In this small black room that no one knew about, there were only Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou, and it was impossible for the outside world to disturb them.

When they met for the first time, he had the mentality of making friends, but he refused to face his own heart from beginning to end, avoiding, restless, and bewildered.

For the second meeting, he was well prepared, but he still tried every step of the way, refusing to fully deliver his sincerity, and lacked a little courage.

The opportunity for the third acquaintance was created by himself.

There's no reason for him not to take it well, is there?

……

at the same time.

Under the room temperature of 40 degrees Celsius and the noise of nearly 100 decibels, Yuan Mingqing stood in front of the spinning machine, staring at the clock that had reached [-] o'clock in the evening, sweating profusely, with a cavity of anger pressed against his chest, burning He almost exploded.

Having grown up in high technology, his eyes straightened when he saw such a primitive working environment.

Only when he really devoted himself to it could he truly experience the sadness of carbon-based creatures.

In addition to being tortured until he was top-heavy, his heart was numb, and only three questions were spinning in his head.

How could it be like this?

When will Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou be infected by this world?

How long will he be honed in this ghost place?

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