Forces of Temptation

Before taking off his clothes, Nan Zhou knew that this move would inevitably expose his scars.

But he knew that Jiang Fang had a good personality and was a gentleman.

On the premise that I don't want to reveal the secret, I will not easily ask questions that cross the line.

It doesn't matter if Jiang Fang sees it.

As expected, Jiang Fang saw the strange scars all over his body, so he didn't ask any more questions.

He stepped into the bathroom, blocked between Li Yinhang and Nan Zhou with his tall stature, and did not forget to tell: "Yinhang, stay where you can see me, and don't wander around."

Li Yinhang, who knew how to look at the air, didn't dare to say anything, and perfectly carried out Jiang Fang's instructions, obediently picked an angle where he could only see Jiang Fang, and got up.

Jiang Fang knelt down on one knee in front of Nan Zhou, looked up at him, "Don't you take off your pants?"

Nan Zhou snorted, and took off the soft slacks all the way to his ankles without any shame.

Jiang Fang couldn't help looking at his underwear with the light brown squirrel pattern printed on it.

He kept his elbows on the knees apart, and smiled heartily.

Nan Zhou thought he had a pretty smile.

Appreciation and longing for beautiful things made him unconsciously reach out and touch Jiang Fang's face: "...check first."

Jiang Fang put one hand on his waist: "Okay, Teacher Nan."

……However.

Jiang Fang's inspection seemed to be far from the "inspection" that Nan Zhou had imagined.

He accepts and is used to any rough treatment.

But he couldn't digest this kind of gentle, serious, non-provocative touch.

When Jiang Fang's fingertips brushed against the radiating electric current scar on Nan Zhou's abdomen, Nan Zhou gritted his teeth a little uncomfortably: "...um."

There were thin and even calluses on Jiang Fang's fingertips.

To make matters worse, a layer of static electricity remained on my fine cashmere sweater.

Every time Jiang Fang touched it, he could wake up a little electric current.

Jiang Fang did not ask him about the origin of the wound, but his fingertips rubbed against the edge of the wound frequently, with a hint of silent doubt.

Nan Zhou refused to speak out, and Jiang Fang continued to touch his scar.

The movements are gentle and without any ambiguous meaning, as if they are stirring the ripples on the surface of the water in an ordinary way.

This movement seemed to resonate with Nan Zhou's body, making him feel the impact of Susu's numb electric shock, and at the same time, a small heat wave surged endlessly in his abdominal cavity like a tidal wave.

Nan Zhou couldn't take it any longer, so he explained softly: "...that's not it."

Jiang Fang imitated his oral habit when he suddenly realized: "Ah...understood."

Immediately, he ordered softly: "Turn around."

Nan Zhou turned around, and the pattern of the hamster's round tail was completely exposed in front of Jiang Fang's eyes.

Jiang Fang laughed, pretending not to see the scars on his back.

He didn't make Nan Zhou feel uncomfortable anymore.

After a brief inspection, he held Nan Zhou's wrist by his side and looked at his ring finger, which was scratched by glass.

"Put on your clothes." Jiang Fang handed back the still warm clothes in his arms, "Come out in a while, and I'll take care of it for you."

After confirming that Nanzhou had already dressed, Li Yinhang raised his head in concern: "Are you all right?"

Jiang Fang took out the medicine box from the corner of the bookshelf with one hand, and with the other hand, he intersected the fingers that were still warmed by Nanzhou's body temperature, and rubbed them inertially to retain the warmth: "He doesn't have any wounds on his body. It should just be injured. It's just a scare."

At this time, Nan Zhou came out of the bathroom in neat clothes.

...with no frightened look on his face.

No respect for ghosts.

Nan Zhou also confirmed to Jiang Fang: "Are you sure there is nothing extra on me?"

Between the words, it sounds like there are seven or eight regrets.

Jiang Fang shook his head.

Nothing but those obtrusive old scars.

Li Yinhang wondered for a moment, feeling that there was something wrong with Nan Zhou's thinking: "... Wouldn't it be better if there wasn't one?"

"The person who left the death recording should be being hunted down by this ghost that makes a rustling sound."

Nan Zhou said slowly: "He was so terrified in the recording. But if the ghost is really like this and has no lethality at all, why is he so terrified?"

Li Yinhang: "..."

She decided to discuss the definition of the word "lethality" by normal people for the boss.

She asked Nan Zhou: "Teacher Nan, what did you see just now?"

Nan Zhou, who was stretching out his hand to Jiang Fang to clean his wound, thought about it carefully: "The me in the mirror suddenly tilted my head."

He gestured: "That's it, leaning against the top edge of the mirror frame, leaning to one side. It looks like it's about to break."

Just listening to the description, Li Yinhang felt like his teeth were chilling.

Li Yinhang: "...Normally speaking, this matter itself is very 'lethal'."

Nan Zhou was obviously confused: "But that ghost didn't cause any real harm. Is there any need to be so afraid?"

Li Yinhang succinctly explained the reason: "Mental injury is the most fatal."

Nan Zhou: "Then why did the game say that?"

Nanzhou repeated the game's request: "'Before the game time is over, don't go crazy and survive'."

Nan Zhou: "If ghosts can only cause mental damage, the dungeon only needs to stipulate 'don't go crazy' and 'don't return the san value to zero'. The emphasis on 'survive' means that ghosts can still cause substantial damage to players."

Li Yinhang was suddenly speechless.

She realized that Nan Zhou's ability to think of this level meant that he, who had had direct contact with that unknown thing, was now the most life-threatening among the three.

After discovering this layer, Li Yinhang was a little worried, and said in a low voice: "...Then have you thought of a way to solve the trouble?"

"Not yet."

When answering the question, Nan Zhou was looking at the pale pink Band-Aid with Mitu's head stuck on his finger.

He sensed the worry in Li Yinhang's voice.

So, while touching the band-aid, he tried to appease Li Yinhang, who seemed more nervous than him: "Actually, I'm still a little scared."

Li Yinhang took a look at his san value bar showing garbled characters.

She asked, "...do you want milk tea?"

Nan Zhou raised his head and asked earnestly, "Can I send it to the school?"

Li Yinhang: "..." You were scared for a der.

In the end, they decided to order milk tea tomorrow.

There is only one single bed in the dormitory for foreign students.

Jiang Fang gave up the bed to Li Yinhang.

Li Yinhang still wanted to refuse, but Jiang Fang interrupted her with slanted eyebrows: "Let the girl sleep on the floor, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep."

Li Yinhang laughed dryly: "Hahaha." In fact, this bed can't fit two people, right?

She tucked herself tightly, making sure that it was so tight that the ghost couldn't touch her, her heart froze, her eyes closed, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Went to his.

120 hours, every hour will be one less.

They must survive.

Li Yinhang forced himself to fall asleep.

Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou were lying on a makeshift bed with two layers of soft mattresses, and a Nanjixing with its stomach upside down was sleeping between the pillows.

... for a while.

Nan Zhou looked at Jiang Fang's profile: "Are you angry?"

Jiang Fang closed his eyes: "...No."

Nan Zhou: "You have. You actually pressed my wound on purpose."

Jiang Fang opened his eyes, but did not answer.

Nan Zhou sighed lightly.

He said, "I won't hide it from you in the future."

Nan Zhou: "I'm used to doing things alone, so I always want to observe the information I get, and I don't share it well."

Nanzhou: "I will learn and share from Yinhang in the future."

Jiang Fang still didn't say anything.

Nan Zhou finished what he wanted to say in one breath, and didn't know what else to do, so he kept silent.

He had an intuition that Jiang Fang fully understood why he had concealed the sound of "rustling" twice.

So his explanation is basically equivalent to a waste of time.

Nan Zhou didn't know why he wasted unnecessary time, and reiterated his thoughts to Jiang Fang.

So, he obediently pursed his lips to think about the reason.

After a while, a warm hand suddenly stretched out from the side, put it on his wrist, and pulled it gentlemanly.

Jiang Fang's low voice rang in his ears: "Don't think about it, go to sleep."

Nan Zhou's uncomfortable heart suddenly calmed down: "..."

Just ignore me.

a little happy.

He said, "Good night, then."

But that hand was still holding on to his wrist vaguely and did not leave.

Nanzhou didn't break free either.

Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang were unhappy with his self-assessed concealment.

He felt it was his duty to reassure them.

Besides, he had other things to say to Jiang Fang.

Nan Zhou still remembered the man's intermittent ravings and painful groans in the death message:

"That place doesn't exist, so neither can we—"

This touched the secret string in Nan Zhou's heart.

Nan Zhou turned his head, looked at Jiang Fang again, and said solemnly, "Brother Fang."

Jiang Fang: "Huh?"

Nan Zhou said: "If something really happens to me, please work hard and don't forget my existence."

In the deep darkness, Jiang Fang was silent at first.

Immediately, he gave a vague laugh.

Immediately afterwards, he turned his head and stared fixedly at Nanzhou.

His light-colored eyes borrowed a little light from the moonlight outside, and it seemed that there was a complete sky of stars inside.

"I never wanted to forget you."

"Even if you forget yourself, I will help you remember."

With such a promise, Nan Zhou felt more at ease: "Thank you."

The mind calmed down, and the tiredness also poured in.

Jiang Fang sensitively sensed the growing tiredness around him, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Nan Zhou used the most indifferent tone and said the most heart-rending and tender words: "...I said good night."

Jiang Fang understood his implication, and couldn't help laughing and said, "Then, I also say good night, Mr. Nan."

Feeling that the breath from the pillow gradually became steady, Jiang Fang turned sideways.

Facing Nan Zhou's peaceful silhouette under the moonlight, he said softly, "...you don't know."

When I was very young, you were by my side like this.

Outside the door is the endless noise of the neighbor's baby, the mother's sobbing with alcohol, and the depressed chapter played by the down-and-out violinist in the attic when he pulls the bow.

The world is very noisy, but there is a you hidden in my hand.

My heart was as quiet then as it is now.

However, you don't know anything right now.

Jiang Fang gently put Nan Zhou's wrist with one hand, feeling his pulse beating vigorously, while the other hand stuck to the pocket of the pajama pants, slowly rubbing it.

There lay a folded post-it note, which faithfully recorded the fact that Nanzhou concealed clues and took risks privately today.

Jiang Fang spent 300 points to open a new storage compartment.

He put the note into it and kept it safe.

Jiang Fang would remember Nanzhou's existence and everything about him.

Including the fact that he made a mistake, Jiang Fang will also remember it for him.

...not a single thing will be missed.