Forces of Temptation

Despite the mental shock, Li Yinhang's money-saving radar did not strike.

They left the flashy casino full of neon lights, and came all the way to the edge of the city that wrapped the entire bustling "paper gold".

The Hong Kong-style walled city full of cyberpunk style is a hotbed of life for debtors, fugitives and the destitute.

Accommodation here is absolutely cheap.

Amidst the cries of babies at night, they successively asked several hotels with red lights for "accommodation", and finally found a hotel with relatively good sanitary conditions and decoration.

All three expressed satisfaction.

The young boy who showed them the house yawned and knocked on the door of the proprietress's house.

Nanzhou and the others need to trade points with the proprietress.

The door rang three times, and an old lady with pale yellow cat eyes poked her head out.

When Li Yinhang saw the other party's face, he almost died on the spot.

Nan Zhou took a step forward, protecting Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang behind him, "Take a look at the house."

The dense folds on the old lady's face moved, her voice was vicissitudes, her eyes were slack, and she didn't know if she was dying or already dead.

"How long? How many people?"

Nanzhou watching the boat on the river.

Jiang Fang looked at Li Yinhang.

Li Yinhang summoned up his courage and poked his head out from behind Nan Zhou: "Three people, how much is it for one night?"

The old lady stretched out three fingers tremblingly: "300 points."

Li Yinhang then stretched out five fingers.

She said, "50."

Nan Zhou, who has never killed anyone else: "?"

Jiang Fang, who is used to spending money like water: "?"

Not to mention them, the old lady was completely confused as an NPC on the spot.

Now Li Yinhang is the fox from Hujiahuwei.

With her alone, it is impossible for her three courageous choices to challenge such a cat-eyed old lady late at night.

Li Yinhang breathed a sigh of relief and began to play freely: "The three of us are young people, and we can sleep in any place. Your room is empty, what a waste, why don't you just let us sleep."

"Then you go to sleep in the park." The old lady said, "250 is fine. A little less, and you can go wherever you like."

"250 is not a good number." Li Yinhang gradually entered the state, "50."

The old lady made a gesture to close the door.

Li Yinhang squeezed straight up, hooked a small wooden stool by the corridor with his foot, and blocked the door with the wooden stool and others.

She blocked the door and put on a posture of being fully versed in the market: "We asked several other accommodations here, there are 100 and 50."

The old lady: "Then you live in their place. Can the conditions be compared?"

Li Yinhang: "The surrounding areas are similar, and the 50's is next to the breakfast shop."

After nearly half an hour of tug-of-war, Li Yinhang made the NPC old lady look disgusted.

His voice is no longer vicissitudes, his eyes are no longer distracted, he is full of energy and angry.

The old lady stared at her viciously, her pupils almost shrinking into a black line: "100 points, no less."

Li Yinhang sighed, Shi Shiran stood up: "Forget it. Let's go to the 50's before."

old lady:"……"

She exploded in anger, and grabbed Li Yinhang's arm who was about to turn around and leave.

Her nails are light black, like cat's claws, with thin roots.

Nan Zhou rolled up his sleeves, ready to go up and knock the old lady unconscious.

Then, he heard the old lady grinding her back molars, and said coldly: "Deal!"

Nan Zhou: "..." Ah, that's fine too.

Li Yinhang didn't relax at all, and immediately seized the opportunity to negotiate the last price: "We may have to stay for a few more days, please remember this price, don't raise it."

old lady:"…………"

In the end, they spent 50 points and stayed in a fairly clean double room.

This night, his spirit was always in a state of high-intensity operation, which made Li Yinhang go on strike as soon as he entered the room, and he couldn't get up again.

In a daze, she watched as Nan Zhou took some toiletries provided in the house and walked out.

An endless thought flashed through her mind:

Nan Zhou's clothes... are not dirty?

But she was completely broken in the next second.

Nan Zhou went to the public bathroom to take a quick shower.

The bathroom was empty at three in the morning.

Nan Zhou was used to wrapping himself tightly, so it took some time to take off his clothes one by one.

He was not in a hurry to take a shower, and stood naked by the window with the anti-theft grille.

The moonlight in the Walled City is clear and bright without the distracting neon lights.

He watched the moon for a long time before turning on the faucet under the moonlight.

Moonlight mixed with flowing warm water, gurgling from every corner of his body.

The thin light of water covered the butterfly tattoo on his wrist and washed away the countless deep and shallow scars on his body.

There are weird scars on the shoulders, collarbone, side waist, and calves.

Nan Zhou was used to these scars, so he didn't mean to feel sorry for himself.

But when he was washing his hair, when he brushed his hair back and touched the nape of his neck with his fingertips, his expression changed subtly.

...he touched the scar again.

Because Nan Zhou's hair is long, usually curled casually, and covered with a shirt collar, he often forgets the existence of this wound, and only notices it when he accidentally touches it.

It differs from other wounds in that Nan Zhou doesn't remember how it came about.

Helpless, Nanzhou couldn't twist his neck 180 degrees to check the situation.

Nan Zhou lowered his hands, not thinking about it.

After rinsing, he raised his hand, and the Nanjixing, which was lying on the heating pipe, swooped up.

He protected it in the palm of his hand, squeezed the skin membrane on both sides, and washed it over and over again.

After wrapping Nan Jixing in a small towel, Nan Zhou also put on his clothes layer by layer.

He re-dressed himself in a neat and elegant appearance, but he didn't wear a coat, and he casually rolled the coat between his arms.

If you look carefully, you can find that although the white shirt on his body fits well, the lower edge is a bit longer than his figure.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he found Jiang Fang standing outside at some point.

Jiang Fang smiled at him: "I want to take a bath too."

"Why didn't you go in just now?" Nan Zhou said, "It's okay to wash together."

Jiang Fang nodded gently, and he seemed to have completely abandoned the unrestrained and unrestrained style in the Douzhuan casino: "I'm afraid you won't be used to it."

He put his hands on his thighs naturally, and added: "...I'm afraid I'll scare you."

Because Jiang Fang's attitude was too gentlemanly and his eyes were too sincere, Nan Zhou didn't understand what he was referring to.

He said "hmm": "Go back to the room and wait for you."

Watching Nanzhou disappear at the other end of the narrow and dark corridor, Jiang Fang stepped into the bathroom alone.

He took off the choker for the first time, and put it together with the clothes he had taken off.

Jiang Fang stood under the shower head that Nan Zhou had just used.

The moonlight shone on his body, reflecting the marks on the side of his neck extremely clearly.

Near the artery, two letters are branded.

"K&M".

At first glance, it looks like a tattoo.

But upon closer inspection, it was clearly the trace of a rough cut by the blade!

The scar was apparently elaborated with tattoos afterward.

But M's pen is only half an inch away from his slightly raised artery.

Jiang Fang grazed the raised wound with his fingertips and chuckled.

This is not a secret that can be shown to Nanzhou.

So imperfect.

When Nan Zhou returned to his room, Li Yinhang was already fast asleep.

He climbed into the empty bed by the window.

Not long after, Jiang Fang also came back.

With refreshing moisture all over his body, he walked around to the side of Nanzhou's bed, and lifted a corner of his quilt very naturally.

Nan Zhou looked up at him.

Jiang Fang explained to him the allocation of quilts in a low voice: "Two quilts, Yinhang one, so the two of us have to..."

Nan Zhou didn't mind too much. After knowing the reason, he only gave a soft "huh" to show that he knew, and took the initiative to move out of Jiang Fang's place.

Facts have proved that Li Yinhang has a good eye for picking rooms.

The Walled City is far away from the hustle and bustle, glitz and eccentricity of "paper gold", but instead carries a sense of tranquility from the bottom of my heart.

The mattress was very soft and comfortable, completely different from those other beds in the walled city where the springs rattled.

However, softness also has side effects.

——As soon as Jiang Fang lay down, Nan Zhou's body unconsciously slid towards him.

Nan Zhou moved back and looked at Jiang Fang at the same time.

At first glance, he was a little confused.

He pointed to Jiangfang's choker.

...Aren't you going to take it off?

It is understandable that he refuses to take off his belongings in the mission world because he is afraid of losing them.

Now it's obviously time to relax.

Jiang Fang touched the side of his neck and smiled mysteriously: "This can't be picked. It's a secret."

If Jiang Fang didn't show it, Nanzhou didn't plan to watch it no matter how curious he was.

Jiang Fang: "However, secrets can be exchanged for secrets."

Nan Zhou immediately pricked up his ears.

Jiang Fang asked, "What is the butterfly on your wrist?"

Nan Zhou shook his head.

Jiang Fang: "Can't you say that?"

"No."

Nan Zhou said, "I mean, it's not a big deal. I stabbed it myself."

Hearing this, Jiang Fang frowned.

"Tattoos hurt. Still getting stabbed in this kind of place..."

Because he was afraid of waking Li Yinhang up, Jiang Fang's voice was like a whisper, and it sounded ambiguous, making people's ears warm.

"……why?"

"There's no reason." Nan Zhou said, "If you want to paint, you can paint."

Jiang Fang was silent for a long time.

"Ah, yes." He smiled and found an excuse for Nan Zhou, "You are an art teacher."

Nan Zhou: "Yes. I am an art teacher. But which one is you?"

Jiang Fang: "Huh?"

"People returning home to visit relatives, music students, people who are good at gambling..." Nan Zhou asked, "Which one is you?"

Jiang Fang nodded lightly, with a bit of sharp self-confidence in his words: "It's all me."

Nan Zhou asked, "Who are you?"

"a lot."

Jiang Fang didn't bother talking about him anymore, and said, "I was an apprentice in an underground casino for one year, and a dealer for four years."

"Helping students attend classes at the Kiev Conservatory of Music, good at the accordion, and a little bit of the piano and bagpipes."

"Enforcer (executor)① of the Kiev State Cavalry Ice Hockey Team, has won the state championship."

"I have been a long-distance freight driver for three months, and I have played longboards for two months. I like to walk around and have a look. When I run out of money, I go to the local casino to play a few games, or do odd jobs that I have never played before. .Now, they can be regarded as unemployed vagrants returning home to visit relatives."

Nan Zhou opened his eyes slightly: "You..."

"Well, these are all me." Jiang Fang cut off his desire to get to the bottom of it in time, "I told my secret, so I should be able to make a request to you?"

Nan Zhou: "Say it."

Jiang Fang: "Sleep."

Nan Zhou blinked and closed his eyes obediently: "Good night then."

Jiang Fang stared fixedly at his face: "Good night."

Nan Zhou is earnestly implementing Jiang Fang's request.

After a while, his breathing became even and long.

And the soft mattress also made Nan Zhou's sleeping body uncontrollably follow the gravitational force, slowly moving closer to Jiang Fang.

Jiang Fang didn't move at all, and Nan Zhou naturally fell into his arms.

After Nan Zhou's forehead lightly touched Jiang Fang's shoulder, relying entirely on instinct, he rubbed against it like a cat.

Jiang Fang looked at Nan Zhou's peaceful sleeping face and raised his hand at the same time.

With his fingers, he flexibly parted his soft and slightly curly black hair, lifted his starched shirt collar, and after slipping his fingers a few inches, he found the scar that had puzzled Nanzhou for a long time.

...that's a ring of tooth marks.

With slightly warm body temperature, Jiang Fang's slender thumb touched the oval tooth marks one by one.

That bite was deep and heavy.

Jiang Fang still remembered the scene of a drop of blood flowing out of the wound and meandering down Nanzhou's lean and straight spine.

He counted the teeth marks one by one, his movements were very light and slow, and his strength was just right, and he would never wake Nan Zhou up and realize his offense and crossing the line.

one two Three……

Jiang Fang counted lightly with his mouth, and again.

In the low count, his lips and teeth were red and white, which perfectly matched the tooth marks on the back of Nan Zhou's neck.

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On Brother Fang's Hidden Crazy Patch Attribute w

①Enforcer (Executor): Refers to the ice hockey team members who are responsible for fighting.Physical conflict in ice hockey is partially tolerated. When the opponent has a provocative cross-border move, the executor can use the stick.