Forces of Temptation

After saying "if", Nanzhou did not give the answer for a long time.

"If I lied to you..." Jiang Fang moved closer to him, with a bit of uneasiness and grievance in his voice, "Then you don't want to be responsible for me?"

Nan Zhou: "...?"

responsibility?

He understands the meaning of this word, but because the meaning of the word is too large and the content is broad, once it is applied to a specific person, it still needs to be carefully thought out.

Taking responsibility for someone other than the family, he doesn't understand the specific process.

So he sincerely asked, "How do you want me to be responsible?"

Jiang Fang held his face in his hands and taught him carefully: "You can only travel with me in the future."

Nan Zhou: "Okay."

Jiang Fang: "In the future, in your future vision, you must have half of me.... If you don't have half, one-third is also acceptable."

Nanzhou: "I will work hard."

Jiang Fang: "You can only do what I did just now."

Nan Zhou: "Why should I do it with others?"

During the question and answer, Jiang Fang's heart was softened by Nan Zhou who answered honestly.

And Nan Zhou also fixed his gaze on Jiang Fang.

The moonlight came through from behind him, drawing and rendering his naked body with clear layers, deep and shallow, making him look like a still life in a painting.

In the silent place, there was another love affair between the two.

Nan Zhou said: "... I seem to have seen you somewhere."

Jiang Fang covered his forehead with his hand and stroked the center of his brow with his thumb: "Then think about it carefully."

The white peacock strain in his mind fluttered his tail feathers, tickling Nanzhou's fragile nerves.

Nan Zhou's breathing became quicker, and his originally clear thoughts gradually became chaotic.

He raised his chin and sighed slightly: "Are you going to touch me again?"

Jiang Fang didn't answer but instead asked, "Teacher Nan, what do you like about yourself?"

Nan Zhou responded to his flirting solemnly: "I haven't looked at myself in particular."

Jiang Fang: "Think about it now. Think about it carefully."

Nan Zhou really listened to what he said, thought about it carefully, and came to a conclusion.

He brushed his hair to one side and pointed to the back of his neck.

He was afraid that the reference would not be clear, so he used his slender index finger to trace a full circle around the tooth marks.

Jiang Fang smiled in surprise: "... like this tooth mark?"

"It's not that I like it." Nan Zhou said, "I want to know how it came about."

Jiang Fang narrowed his eyebrows, and there was a trace of a trance in memory in his expression.

However, he quickly adjusted his mood, raised his hand to support his shoulder, leaned over and took out the pen he always carried with him these two days from his pocket: "Be good, bite it."

Nan Zhou asked, "Why?"

Jiang Fang didn't speak, but put the tip of the pen to Nan Zhou's lips with a smile, and there was a hint of pleading in his eyes.

Nan Zhou had no choice but to bite the body of the pen obediently.

With the opening of the teeth, the tip of his tongue naturally showed a little clue, it was pale pink, and the shape was a bit pointed.

Jiang Fang grabbed his hand, bent his knuckles, and stroked the butterfly tattoo on his wrist up and down twice. It was a gentlemanly and polite gesture, but it stirred up the dense nerve receptors hidden under the skin. device.

While trembling, he hugged Nan Zhou from behind, and kissed the area of ​​the back of his neck very lightly, once and for all, like the touch of a dragonfly on water.

As usual, Nan Zhou closed his eyes and endured it.

But when the pen was bitten horizontally and forcibly pried open a gap, the lips could not block any sound at all.

Nan Zhou heard a low moan from his throat: "Uh..."

... This voice was so unfamiliar that Nan Zhou was stunned for a long time, until he uttered again unbearably, before he was sure that it was indeed his own voice.

The more he tried to bear it, the more out of tune he became, and he went out of his way.

The night was already dim, and the slightly bright blue moon quietly receded behind the clouds, blurring the entire cloud like a gleaming white flame.

Jiang Fang lay on Nan Zhou's body, whose eyes were covered with mist, and coquettishly said, "I'm so tired."

Nan Zhou, who was biting his pen the whole time and obediently did not spit it out, was in a daze.

Who am I, where am I, what am I doing.

In the confusion of thoughts, he bit his pen in a daze, and shuffled into the bathroom again.

As for the "tired" Jiang Fang, when Nanzhou cleaned up for him and went to wash himself in a daze, he had boundless energy and brought him four egg tarts with different flavors. , and a large glass of milk, as a supper to supplement the lost energy.

When Nan Zhou ate apple pie for the first time, he was secretly shocked by the taste.

But when he took the first bite of the crispy egg tart shell and the soft cheese core, the position of apple pie in his heart was completely shaken.

Nanzhou eats in an orderly and uniform manner. He obviously doesn't have any expressions of special enjoyment, but he has an inexplicable feeling of whetting his appetite.

Jiang Fang rested his chin and watched Nan Zhou eat, and told him his story leisurely.

Jiang Fang was born with the ability to tell simple stories brilliantly.

He was indifferent before, and rarely had the opportunity to show this ability.

They talked from the table to the bed, the two pillows pulled close together.

They "chat" head to head until dawn.

During this period, most of them were Jiang Fang talking and Nan Zhou listening.

Nan Zhou gave an occasional "um", indicating that he was still listening.

At the end of the story, Jiang Fang fell asleep unknowingly, while Nan Zhou kept his eyes open, looking at Jiang Fang's thin and ruddy lips.

The chirping of insects outside the house gradually subsided, and he probably fell asleep.

Nan Zhou reached out his hand and held Jiang Fang's strand of silver hair hanging down his temples with his fingertips, twisted it twice between his fingers, and then moved his fingers to let the strand of soft hair slowly pull away.

After doing such an ambiguous and cute little gesture, he withdrew his fingers, and slowly closed his eyes amidst the green and astringent tea fragrance that belonged to Jiang Fang that filled the surroundings.

……

Yuan, Ming and Qing replied anxiously, but their faces were impeccable.

He worked and rested in the chaos as usual, and worked in the noise as usual. Only when there were snoring sounds all around at night, he could safely and boldly lose sleep.

The reason why Tang Song was eager to act was that his leg injury was getting worse and worse. If he dragged on, he would lose consciousness due to various complications and rot to death on the bed.

Second, they had to grasp Nanzhou's weakness of being afraid of the full moon, and fight in the middle of the moon.

If you want to win PVP, you have to take the opponent's life, there is no second way to solve it.

Even if "God" was told that "Li Fang Zhou" was also an invader, with Nan Zhou's ability, if he could not be killed in one blow and let him escape, just killing Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang would not be considered a final victory.

If it took ten and a half months before the "God" was willing to see him, then it would be too difficult for him to find a reason to persuade the "God" to attack the "Ark" again when the next full moon came.

But Yuan Mingqing could only worry silently like this.

In this weird town with strict hierarchy, the initiative was never in his hands.

I don't know if the "god" really heard his prayers late in the day and night. When Yuan, Ming and Qing were watching a full moon rise to the sky full of melancholy, the priest came.

He came with a brief piece of good news: "The 'God' wants to see you."

Yuan Mingqing was stunned for a moment, then let out an ah.

This was obviously the good news that he was looking forward to day and night.

But he didn't show any emotion because of it.

His heart was full of Tang Song's death, and the burning heat that sprayed to the back of his neck.

He grumbled secretly.

In this game, since he took the lead, he must persuade the "God" to attack Nanzhou tonight.

If the "God" refused, then he tried to kill the "God" and replace him.

With a quiet killing intent in his heart, he got on the sightseeing bus bound for the center of the town.

For such a slow-moving vehicle, it is quite ridiculous to say that you want to meet "God".

Yuan Mingqing sat alone in the last row, splitting a heart in half accurately, half calculating and deliberating all kinds of euphemistic rhetoric, and half brewing murderous intent.

The sightseeing car slowly stepped on the brakes in front of an unusually gorgeous hotel.

After the young man led Yuan Mingqing out of the car and brought him into the hall, he bowed to him gently and politely, turned around and left the hotel without saying anything.

Yuan Mingqing guessed that this meant for him to wait where he was, so he waited quietly for the arrival of a certain guide.

The hotel is brightly lit, as bright as a temple.

He stood in the center of the glittering hall, the chandelier like broken diamonds was so dazzling that it rubbed into his eyes like glass shards, forcing Yuan Mingqing to lower his head and look at his three faces on the marble tiles on the floor. ruler reflection.

His body and spirit are fully prepared for battle.

In his pocket, there was a sharp spindle that was secretly disassembled and urgently refitted in every sleepless night.

He was thinking, why no one came to search him?

Could it be that this "god" is really powerful?

Or does he think that he has the ability to control this peculiar mental virus, thinking that it is impossible for anyone to hurt him?

That's why He rejects "normal people" who cannot be controlled by Him?

While sorting out all the possibilities, he suddenly caught sight of a slender figure holding a plate at the side of the hall.

His nerves tensed suddenly.

The figure didn't hide either, but after being startled for a while, it tentatively walked towards him.

"Mr. Yuan, hello." Li Yinhang, who was holding a large basket of dinner ingredients, greeted, "Why are you here?"

Yuan Mingqing: "..."

After a moment of stupefaction, all the thoughts in Yuan Mingqing's mind disappeared, and turned into thousands of invisible silver needles, which protruded from the inside, piercing his scalp numb and making his hair stand on end.

And after sending out that purely polite greeting, Li Yinhang also stopped ten steps away from Yuan Mingqing.

...Yeah, why is he here?

The two looked at each other, neither of them moved first.

One was in a cold sweat, and the other was vigilant.

The one who broke the suffocating silence was Jiang Fang who came out of the kitchen in an apron.

He casually wiped his hands on the apron, and nodded to Yuan Mingqing like an old friend: "Come?"

With that said, Jiang Fang pointed out another place for Yuan Mingqing: "Come and sit in the restaurant. The meal is almost ready."

Under the startled change, Yuan Mingqing's hot blood flowed upstream, and his whole body suddenly became cold.

But in the turmoil of his mind, he still retained a sliver of rationality.

He nodded politely: "OK."

He walked to the dining room as not as stiffly as possible, and stood still at the long table, refusing to sit down.

Jiang Fang didn't seem to notice his guard at all, and said with a smile, "Just find a place to sit."

Yuan Mingqing stretched out his hand, put his clammy palm on the back of the chair, and judged the current situation.

Jiang Fang's smile did not change, but the content was emphasized over and over again: "...please sit down."

Helpless, Yuan Mingqing had to sit down at the end position.

His mind was spinning like electricity.

At present, it seems that Jiang Fang and the others have turned to "God".

Did he take the first step and get a cooking position here to serve "God"?

Then, since they have won the trust of "God", what should they say to shake their position in the heart of "God" the fastest?

as well as……

Does he still need to borrow the hand of "God"?

Today is the night of the full moon, and Nanzhou's combat power is basically negative.

The proof is that he didn't even show up here.

If you completely abandon the disguise here and kill two with one...

Yuan Mingqing glanced to one side, and found that Li Yinhang, who had just delivered the food, was lying at the door carefully spying on him.

Noticing that he saw her, she shrank back like a frightened little animal and disappeared by the door.

... run backwards.

The sound of frying and frying came from the kitchen uninterruptedly, and every movement made Yuan Mingqing's killing intent soar.

When he was about to get up, Jiang Fang turned out of the kitchen with a plate of dishes.

Knowing that this is not the best time, Yuan Mingqing forcibly changed the standing up into a cross-legged movement, and expressed kindness in a gentle manner: "I never expected to see you again."

Jiang Fang put down the porcelain plate containing the hot dishes.

There was a snap, not too loud.

"Didn't you think so?" Jiang Fang wiped his fingers, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Yuan Mingqing with a little playfulness, "Didn't you want to see me?"