Forces of Temptation

In the middle of the night, the moon emerged from the clouds one by one, but only half of it was exposed shyly and timidly.

The exposed half of the moon is like the dark side of a piece of jade.

The night bugs outside the window were chatting rustlingly, undisturbed by the soft sounds from inside the house.

A glass of water was placed on the bedside table, and it was oscillating with ripples from an unknown source.

Under a slight impact, the transparent glass shifted sideways, and it seemed that it had reached the edge of the cabinet, and there was a risk of overturning at any time.

Under the intersection of the cup surface and the water cup, a small mirror was formed, and reflected on the side of the pillow, there were hands with fingertips interlaced and overlapping up and down.

The palms were sweaty, so the grip was not very stable.

In the scorching body temperature, the skin was burnt red, the joints between the fingers were burnt red, and even a small bone protruding from the wrist was covered with a layer of fragile and sensitive color.

A pair of hands are wrestling with each other, blending with each other between desire and youthfulness.

The blue veins on the backs of the fingers are springing up separately, but one side is pulling hard, afraid of hurting the other side, while the other side is unreservedly increasing the force, trying to control the other side firmly before giving up.

The belt buckle of the suit pants was loosened, and there was an unusually clear metal sound.

Accompanied by a shallow "ah", the hand that was pressed below was pulled away, and the person who made the sound above was tightly embraced.

They kiss in the dark.

Because the distance is too close and the breathing blends together, the two of them deeply felt the moment when they were emotionally moved with each other at the same time.

And at the same moment, the chirping of insects outside the window fell silent for an instant.

The moonlight turns off the lights, the scene turns dark, and everything is silent.

The operation of the entire world stopped for a moment because of this moment, and then fully returned to normal.

Nan Zhou turned over and got off Jiang Fang.

Following his movements, a bead of sweat that had been hanging at the end of his hair was shaken, fell straight down, and hit Jiang Fang's collarbone with a ticking sound, splashing fine water.

Jiang Fang casually brought a glass of water from the bedside table and brought it to Nan Zhou's dry lips.

Nan Zhou raised his upper body and held the cool cup in his mouth.

When he was concentrating on drinking water, Jiang Fang pinned a strand of slightly sweaty black hair behind his ears for him, and kissed his temples again: "Look, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Nanzhou replied frankly: "Yes. It's very comfortable."

Jiang Fang smiled: "Then... another kiss?"

Nan Zhou, who had been taught a certain amount of experience by him, gently kissed his lips back.

Nan Zhou felt his tongue itching, and wanted to go to the other party's place for an adventure, but he just thought about it, worried that Jiang Fang wouldn't like it.

Nan Zhou had excellent physical strength, and he didn't feel tired after a long time.

Combined with the experience of sleeping with Jiang Fang last time, Nan Zhou felt that being on top meant he had taken the initiative and was the dominant party. Naturally, he had to follow Jiang Fang's example and take care of him more.

He moved his legs and wanted to get out of bed to clean up Jiang Fang, but when he moved, he took a breath: "... hiss."

A small closed area is framed between the leg root and the gilt leg ring.

Gold, white, and red complement each other and set off each other. The red tone is the main color, like a little sunset far red spread on the palette.

Nan Zhou straightened up, buckled his belt, and started to walk.

Jiang Fang supported his head, and could feel the heat steaming from his face.

He asked him, "Where are you going?"

Nan Zhou: "Get you clean."

Jiang Fang looked down.

He still looked like a well-dressed and good boy, as if the bleeding on the black suit pants had nothing to do with him.

However, Nan Zhou didn't notice this, and still stood openly in front of Jiang Fang, without shame, with a dark sense of cleanliness.

Jiang Fang neither reminded nor stopped him, but rested his chin on the arms stretched forward, revealing only a pair of beautiful eyes, blinking sleepily, and spoke with a coquettish nasal voice: " I like you."

Nan Zhou didn't know how much courage he had exhausted with this simple sentence.

He just nodded, indicating that he had read it: "Hmm."

Then he walked into the bathroom, closed the door behind him, and turned on the water.

His face was always calm, so no one knew what kind of magnificent waves those four words were creating in his heart.

While twisting the towel, there was a sudden knocking sound from outside the half-closed door.

"Ah, I forgot to ask." Jiang Fang outside the door smiled, "Mr. Nan, do you like me?"

Nan Zhou faced his red and pretty eyes in the mirror, and raised his hand to caress them.

He remembered that Jiang Fang had asked him this question on the first night when he came here.

At that time, his answer was, "You are not surprised, but I want to go down with you."

That's what he was thinking at the time.

But now, he has a new idea.

Nan Zhou didn't speak, Jiang Fang leaned against the door, closed his eyes, and patiently waited for his reply.

Nan Zhou's character is that after a long silence, he finally received a response from there.

To be precise, it is not an answer, but a rhetorical question: "... What does it look like to like someone?"

Jiang Fang's eyelashes moved, followed by a smile on the corner of his mouth.

This question itself was enough to make Jiang Fang like it.

When he asked last time, Nanzhou was not interested in the concept of "like".

But now he has doubts and ideas.

As long as this can be done, it will be very...

Just as Jiang Fang was about to think about it, a piercing siren suddenly reverberated in his mind.

Nanzhou couldn't hear this sound.

To him, outside is still the sound of insects chirping and wind whispering.

Jiang Fang's expression did not change, and he continued to close his eyes and rest his head against the cold wall, as if the voice did not exist for him.

An unexpected hijacking incident is taking place in the area where patients with mild symptoms live.

Yuan Mingqing's neck was blocked by Tang Song, who was covered in blood, with the tip of a piece of porcelain from a broken water cup.

The workers working here are all mentally ill, either overreacting, curled up in a corner trembling, weeping and talking, or lying numbly by the window, hugging the cluster of iron railings, watching the chaos intently .

The situation is simple.

Yuan, Ming and Qing, who newly joined the settlement and became a glorious textile factory worker, reported to the factory manager in the morning that Tang and Song might be "abnormal residents" who pretended to be sick and mixed into the town.

The factory naturally stood still and sent people to investigate.

Tang Song answered their questions back and forth at first, but suddenly broke out without warning after a few minutes, and strangled the neck of the visitor with a bloody bandage hidden in the quilt.

Immediately, he took Yuan Mingqing hostage before he could escape.

Facing the factory management personnel who heard the sirens and surrounded them in a fan shape, Tang Song barely supported his stump with one leg, waved the tiles in his hand, and said like crazy: "You group of mental illnesses, get away from me!" !"

Yuan Mingqing was in his arms, like an obedient puppet, letting him pull her with a calm heart.

But in the hand behind his back, there is also a piece of broken porcelain hidden.

A factory manager held a loudspeaker and shouted in front: "Intruder, put down our friend. If you don't hurt him, we can let you go."

Facing the siege like an iron bucket, Tang Song's heart sank even more.

The observations of Yuan, Ming and Qing these days are correct.

The factory is heavily guarded and adequately staffed. The walls are covered with power grids, and the warning bells extend in all directions, with different taps. The four sides respond quickly and are as orderly as a precision calculation machine.

Even if they refused to take the risk, there was no possibility of escaping and finding the "Cubic Ark" without using props.

In this way, their risky move is actually the only shortcut that can be taken at the moment.

After confirming this point, Tang Song was relieved.

He laughed miserably: "Don't lie to me. When I let him go, you will kill me and use my body for experiments—"

"I want you to die, all of you! Die together!"

After uttering the cruel words, Tang Song took advantage of the gap of breathing and let his voice slip past Yuan Mingqing's ears: "Kill me."

He felt Yuan Mingqing's body visibly trembling in his arms.

"Hurry up, kill me, and don't let me fall into the hands of those people alive." Tang Song's ending voice trembled, "...Also, my legs really hurt and I can't stand up anymore."

"Please, my...friend."

Yuan Mingqing exhaled heavily from his nasal cavity.

At the end of his breath, his left hand was already holding the tile, and it went around the back of his head. Without hesitation, he pushed the sharp blade upwards obliquely!

Probably because the distance is too close, the touch of Tang Song's neck flesh opening under his palm is so clear that it can't be more clear.

A scorching hot spray went straight to the back of his neck.

Tang Song seemed unable to comprehend the occurrence of this unexpected attack. He stared straight ahead, his body shook and convulsed for a while, and then let go of Yuan Mingqing's restraint.

... When he fell down, the tip of the porcelain in his hand deliberately avoided Yuan Mingqing's neck.

At the moment when the restraint was relaxed, Yuan Mingqing took a few steps forward and knelt down in the dust all over the floor.

Because of the excessive force, Yuan Mingqing's tiger's mouth was also torn open by the glass.

But he turned a blind eye to it and felt no pain.

When he bowed his head to the ground and couldn't help panting, he suddenly called out his own menu.

The avatars of Tang and Song's teammates completely dimmed.

Yuan, Ming and Qing stretched their hands out of the void.

Only in this chaotic situation did he dare to openly carry out a little remembrance.

He touched the picture frame, but only felt blood on his hands and dust on the ground.

There was an uproar all around, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

All he knew was that he was pulled aside and randomly placed on a hard bench.

I don't know how long it took for the noisy surroundings to gradually quiet down.

He looked up and found that Tang Song's body had been taken away.

... leaving only a pool of red and black blood on the ground.

Yuan Mingqing bowed his head again for a long time, and played a pitiful role forced to kill with all his heart.

Until he saw the toes of a pair of cloth shoes appear in front of his eyes.

He raised his head in bewilderment.

In front of them was the middle-aged man who looked like a priest who had welcomed them into the town on the platform.

The priest comforted him with some gentle words.

It was only when Yuan Mingqing's trembling body gradually subsided that he asked softly: "I remember, he came in with you, why did you report him?"

"He lied to me, he wanted to kill me. I have always doubted, I doubt everything." Yuan Mingqing murmured nervously, "I have made many wrong judgments before and hurt many people, but I did not expect , I didn’t expect... This time, he really wanted to harm me, this town, everyone... I can’t allow it, I won’t—”

Speaking of this, the extreme expansion of humiliation and anger made Yuan Mingqing's voice tremble.

The priest gave a sigh of relief and regret, and tried to persuade him that it was not his fault and that everything would be all right.

After Yuan Mingqing seemed to have completely calmed down, he planned to get up and leave.

"Wait." Yuan Mingqing called the priest's voice a little dry, "I want to see 'God'."

The priest showed some surprise: "Why?"

Yuan Mingqing said: "I killed someone, I... have no other place to go, I want to serve the town better. This is my home."

The priest didn't speak, as if he was weighing something.

Yuan Mingqing raised his face at the right time, with just the right mix of confusion and anxiety in his expression: "...doesn't the 'god' agree with what I did? I exposed the intruder and protected everyone. It was wrong ?"

The priest patted him on the shoulder gently: "Son, if you are so caring, the 'God' will definitely want to see you."

Yuan Mingqing lowered his head, his expression still frustrated.

The priest really couldn't bear to see him like this, and his voice became softer: "Well, I will tell 'God' what happened today. I think He will definitely want to listen to your heart."

Yuan Mingqing stared straight at the three-foot gray field in front of him, bloodshot eyes appeared in his usually calm eyes.

Just from his calm tone, no one can see the hatred hidden under his clumps of hair: "Thank... thank you."

After saying this, he raised his head, and his face was calm again, except for the slight redness around his eye sockets.

He looked at the bright moon in the sky.

Fortunately, it's almost the night of the full moon.

And at the same moment when Yuan Mingqing was looking at the moon, Jiang Fang opened his eyes.

He just wanted to show a smile, but when he saw Nan Zhou who walked out of the bathroom at some time and stood quietly beside him, he changed his expression into a gentle smile of a gentleman: "So soon?"

Nan Zhou asked him, "Who are you talking to?"

Jiang Fang shrugged: "No one."

Nan Zhou: "I saw your lips moving just now."

Jiang Fang: "I'm just thinking about what to eat for you tomorrow."

Nan Zhou didn't say he believed it, nor did he say he didn't believe it.

He led Jiang Fang to the window, pushed him to sit on the window sill, and wiped his own marks on his lower abdomen and ventral grooves for him under the natural moonlight outside the window.

As he moved, he asked, "Is there anything you're hiding from me?"

Jiang Fang looked at Nan Zhou's whirling, and still replied, "No."

Nan Zhou raised his face and met Jiang Fang's gaze.

He didn't discover nothing.

When seeing the map drawn by the senior, Jiang Fang was dizzy for a while.

Taking this incident as a critical point, subtle changes took place in his expression and manner.

Jiang Fang was very familiar with this astonishingly large hotel, and could find all kinds of small things in it, such as playing cards, table knives, and perfume.

Jiang Fang, who clearly said he was afraid, could leave the hotel and go find fruit for him alone.

as well as……

Nan Zhou recalled that when the senior drove them back to the hotel, the two looked at each other in the rearview mirror.

Nan Zhou gently wiped the water in his groin: "If there is any, you have to tell me in advance."

Jiang Fang smiled brightly: "Of course."

He propped his hands on his side, looked down at Nanzhou, and asked again: "If, is there really?"

Nan Zhou's hand stopped for a while, but he didn't choose to meet Jiang Fang's eyes: "If..."