Forces of Temptation

Nan Zhou let out a "hmm".

He couldn't fully understand Jiang Fang's confession, so he simply followed his heart, first expressing "I know", and then talking about other things.

Jiang Fang: "What about you, what do you think?"

Nan Zhou didn't really have any ideas, curiosity was even far above desire.

This was the first day he saw Jiang Fang.

His memory is blank, but his body has its own independent memory.

His skin was welcoming Jiang Fang's touch.

His muscles knew what posture to take so that he could fit comfortably in Jiang Fang's arms.

His legs will soften because of Jiang Fang.

He turned around and looked straight into Jiang Fang's eyes, wanting to take a closer look at him, so as to break through this confusion and figure out why he had such a change.

However, when Jiang Fang looked at him for a few seconds, Jiang Fang's shoulders trembled slightly, and he raised his hand to cover Nan Zhou's eyes.

Nanzhou: "?"

Jiang Fang held back his laughter, and put his face on his shoulder: "Don't look at me."

Nan Zhou: "Why?"

Jiang Fang: "If you look at me like this, I won't be able to speak."

... Nan Zhou was even more curious.

Obviously he has even touched his own secret place, why can't he even look into his own eyes?

And he didn't lie.

Nan Zhou could clearly feel that Jiang Fang's skin on his neck was heating up rapidly.

Under the accumulation of various subjective factors, Nan Zhou, who was blindfolded, gave an answer as objectively as possible: "You are very strange. But I want to walk with you."

Now the fact is that he did leave Neverland.

For the next journey, whether he stays in the "Garden of Eden" or goes to other places, he needs a traveling companion.

Jiang Fang should be a qualified partner who would never let him get bored.

Jiang Fang seemed to like Nan Zhou's answer very much.

Because it was rare for him to bury his head in the socket of his neck childishly, and rubbed it a few times coquettishly, which made Nan Zhou's heart itch.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Fang let go of his hand and pecked lightly on the tip of his nose: "That's good."

He asked Nan Zhou: "What do you want to do tomorrow?"

Nanzhou's train of thought was a little blunted by the discussion, and he couldn't keep up with Shang Jiangfang's train of thought: "...tomorrow?"

Jiang Fang: "Yes. We can do whatever you want."

Nan Zhou thought for a while: "Go and visit the town. If it's interesting, stay; if it's boring, leave."

"anything else?"

"Also..." Nan Zhou looked out the window, "Is it summer now?"

Jiang Fang: "It's June."

Nan Zhou: "It will be a long time before winter. Don't worry."

Jiang Fang felt something in his heart: "Do you want...to see the snow?"

Nan Zhou nodded.

In the spring, summer, autumn and winter of Yongwu Town, there are only changes in temperature.

Except for white nights and sunny days, there is very little rain in Never Town, as if it is afraid that the rain will soak this paper-made world.

He has only seen snow in poetry.

Jiang Fang nodded happily: "Okay, I will remember."

After saying that, he stroked Nan Zhou's forehead again, turned over and sat up.

Nan Zhou raised his upper body: "Are you leaving?"

"No." Jiang Fang replied, "Take a bath."

Nanzhou reminded him: "You washed it before you came."

Jiang Fang's eyes moved down, and he also induced Nan Zhou to cast his gaze on his vigorous and powerful body that had not been relieved all the time.

He smiled and said, "Sorry, I have to solve it."

Even under such circumstances, Jiang Fang's posture was [-]% elegant and decent.

Nan Zhou eagerly stretched out his hand: "I just learned some skills, and I can also..."

Jiang Fang pushed his forehead between his eyebrows with his index finger, which made Nan Zhou, who was still in the aftermath in his mind, shiver.

Jiang Fang: "No need."

Nan Zhou: "Why?"

Jiang Fang didn't say anything unnecessary, just put one leg against the side of the bed, and the gentleman restrainedly kissed the back of Nan Zhou's hand.

With a gentle and watery smile as a cover, there are countless frenzied and dirty thoughts surging in his bones.

He was worried that he would not be able to control himself, so he got straight to the point at the beginning, which frightened Nanzhou.

Now, it's just the first step.

When the sound of dripping water came from the bathroom, Nan Zhou, who was lying on the bed, stretched out his hand, touched the note paper and pen on the bedside table, walked to the door of the bathroom silently, and sat on the floor.

This is the blind spot of the moon and the lamp.

The light was dim, almost non-existent.

Fortunately, Nanzhou is a monster that lives with light, so it can handle with ease in the dark.

He lowered his head and recorded his day stroke by stroke with familiarity in the darkness.

It was a fun thing he developed during the repetitive boring days in Neverland, and the purpose was to remind him to do at least one thing differently from the previous day.

When he came to such a strange place, he wanted to continue this habit so that he could organize his thoughts.

After faithfully recording all the encounters on the tram and the topographic map of the "Garden of Eden", Nanzhou turned to another page and began to record this new human being he had seen.

"Today, I met a human named Jiang Fang."

"He touched my head and touched my genitals. I've touched myself before and never felt better. I think..."

At this point, Nan Zhou stopped writing for a while, and after thinking about it, he ticked off the three words "I think" and added four words: "Very comfortable."

He purposely drew two double horizontal lines under the four words for emphasis.

After rigorously describing his own feelings, Nan Zhou continued to maintain a cold face, and gradually enriched his "Jiang Fang User Notes": "Time..."

He glanced at the clock and recorded: "One hour and five minutes."

"He was patient. So patient that I don't know why."

"I have many whys."

"Why did I appear here? Why did I meet him? Why did I suddenly leave Neverland? Why does the feeling when he touches me is completely different from when I operate it myself?"

"There are still many mysteries inside and outside my body that need to be explored. Since he is interested in me and wants to study me, maybe it would be good for me to study with him."

When Jiang Fang pushed the door open with a gust of cold water vapor, he happened to meet Nan Zhou who was sitting leaning against the door.

Nan Zhou put away the pen and paper, looking calm, as if he should just sit here.

Jiang Fang glanced at the messy bed and wondered, "Why don't you sleep?"

Nan Zhou put the notepad into his coat pocket, raised his eyes to look at him, and gave a simple answer: "Aren't you afraid?"

Jiang Fang was taken aback, and his originally steady heartbeat immediately broke out of order, and became noisy.

Nan Zhou didn't realize that he could easily touch Jiang Fang's heartstrings with just one sentence.

So he did what he had to do, turned his back to Jiang Fang, took off his suit and windbreaker, unbuttoned his shirt, and revealed his large snow-white skin and beautiful muscle lines in front of Jiang Fang.

The light in the washroom served as the main light source in the room, and applied a thin layer of gold to his skin.

The vertical and horizontal scars cut his perfect body apart.

This tearing beauty stung Jiang Fang's eyes and made his heart beat faster, unable to extricate himself.

He turned off the light, and went to the same bed with Nan Zhou in the dark.

Because Nan Zhou was tired, he fell asleep quickly.

Jiang Fang watched his Nan Zhou quietly in the dark.

Because of one of his lies, he will obediently guard him and follow him wherever he goes.

Even if he does it all over again, he will still use all kinds of small details to tempt himself to fall for him.

"Are you really unreasonable?"

Jiang Fang pinched Nan Zhou's earlobe with his fingers, and said with a low laugh:

"How do I feel, you are more cunning than me."

……

On the other side, Yuan Mingqing dragged his exhausted body back to the dormitory.

The other workers left the factory early, but the foreman only kept Yuan Mingqing, euphemistically saying that he was a newcomer and was not proficient in the machine, so he had to be given additional tutoring.

...shit.

It's because he didn't work enough hours today.

When he returned, the lights in the dormitory had been turned off.

Yuan, Ming and Qing staggered back and forth among the iron bed frames, walked all the way to the bedside of Tang and Song Dynasties, and sat down on the iron chair with uneven legs. Breathe heavily.

His face was numb, and one hand rested on the edge of the table, clenched and loosened.

A moment later, he punched the table hard.

So ugly.

The loud noise he made caused a group of workers who had just fallen asleep to be extremely dissatisfied, and there were clicks of clicks one after another in all directions.

In the darkness, Yuan Mingqing's painfully clenched fist was tightly grasped by one hand.

Tang Song's deliberately lowered voice sounded: "Is it enough to be crazy? Does it make sense?"

He rubbed his stiff joints for him, then pushed his hands away, and said with disgust, "Wipe off your sweat, it stinks to death."

Yuan Mingqing heard some words, calmed down a little, pulled out the inferior towel from the back of the chair, buried his whole face in it, and said softly, "...do you have any information?"

When Yuan Mingqing and Tang Song had this conversation in low voices, thousands of data streams in the studio were nervously watching their every move.

Never say anything you shouldn't say!

This is Jiang Fang's dream, a different space fabricated out of thin air.

"Cubic Ark" took advantage of the opportunity to get stuck in a bug when it entered the PVP mode and successfully paired with "Adam".

Such a precise operation even deceived everyone's eyes.

When they found that the camera could not be operated, they thought it was a problem with the monitoring unit.

After a good operation, when they found out what was really wrong, the data of all the responsible persons were messed up, and their blood pressure soared.

The system immediately tried to forcibly break through the dungeon from the periphery.

But this kind of power comes from unknown natural forces, which cannot be easily rewritten and manipulated by data.

What's even more ridiculous is that it was the game itself that sent them to that low-level dungeon and let them get in touch with that mysterious power.

In desperation, the background data team can only try its best to analyze and break through this strange head drop, and has not yet sorted out a clue.

All in all, the game side can only stare and be a helpless bystander.

Fortunately, until now, "Adam" has behaved fairly normally.

It was so normal that even the audience thought it was just an exciting PVP.

From the perspective of the audience, "Cubic Ark" has a slight advantage, but it is too insensitive. On the first night of entering an unfamiliar area, it eats and drinks calmly, and sleeps in a separate room with its teammates.

What if someone poisoned the food?

What if there is a sneak attack in the middle of the night?

Didn't they even take any precautions?

The most hateful thing was that the program group actually stopped the live broadcast there after Jiang Fang entered Nan Zhou's room, leaving them with a black screen.

Is there anything they can't see?

As for "Adam", although Tang and Song lost a leg at the beginning, they were ridiculed by the audience, but after all, they successfully formed a team and stayed away from the center of the storm.

Because of insufficient strength, temporarily avoiding the edge is also a way of playing, and there is nothing wrong with it.

The audience watched with great interest, analyzed one after another, and came up with their own ideas, but they didn't know that the entire program group was walking on thin ice, like a light on their backs.

In such a suffocating atmosphere that lasted for several hours, all the people in the program group saw Tang Song wave his hand to the void at the same time.

This was originally a customary method they agreed upon, and it was a gesture signal to disperse the cameras, keep them away temporarily, and facilitate their conversation.

Ma Xiaopei and Cao Shuguang have used it before, and they have used it more than once.

Before this, no one thought it was a problem.

But after Tang and Song made this small move, all the staff of the director team were struck by lightning.

The originally constant data flow collectively made a pot of porridge.

However, they could only stand still without moving.

Knowing that they can't do anything, the program team can only embrace the last sliver of luck, hoping that they will be smarter.

Unfortunately, "Adam" is not God.

They don't have a God's perspective.

After making sure that he had given the camera enough time to evacuate, Tang Song leaned on the pillow and got straight to the point: "Those NPCs came back earlier than you. So I heard something from them—"

There was a dead silence in the studio.

...What the hell is death at the mouth?

In the 24-hour barrage pool, which has always maintained a full screen level, there has been the longest period of blankness since the game live broadcast started.

After this suffocating gap, a large number of question marks appeared without any gaps.

The sword of Damocles, which had been hanging for a long time, fell silently.

Some viewers raised their first doubts:

"What's going on? What NPC?"

"How did 'Adam' know those people were NPCs?"

"Has 'Adam' recovered his memory?"

The director stared blankly at the Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing who were still concentrating on studying the copy on the screen.

He suddenly had a thought that made him sweat coldly:

Perhaps, the bureau carefully set up by "Cubic Ark" is not just about wanting "Adam" to die.