[Bottle Evil Colleague] Ink Dawn

When leaving the tent with his equipment on his back, Zhang Haike suddenly remembered something, and said, "By the way, his hearing will drop to a low level within a period of time. You should pay more attention."

I froze for a moment, stopped in my tracks, and said:

"Is it the aftereffect of forcibly breaking through the copper bell of the Wang family. That is to say, you were there at the time?"

There was no sound inside.

I didn't bother to look back at all, I kicked his tent apart with my foot, and went straight back and forth.

I hope the stuffy oil bottle hasn't left yet.

On the way back, I walked very fast. After I had faith and hope in my heart, I felt as if I was reborn from the ashes.

Except for the vague feeling that the temperature of the river was getting higher when crossing the river, there was no unexpected situation on the road, and I quickly returned to the tent of Poker Bottle.

……

It was very quiet all around, and there was a dead silence, a little depressing.

Fortunately, I was not unconscious for a long time, and the bonfire was still burning when I came back.It's just that the light of the fire was very dim, and it was about to go out.

It seems that Poker Bottle hasn't left yet.

I stopped in front of the tent and breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, when things came to a head, I started to feel a little apprehensive.It's not that I'm indecisive or hesitant about what to do next, but that I can't predict Poker's reaction.

What I will say to Poker Ping next will not be accepted in the eyes of ordinary people.Most people nowadays are like this, not to mention that Poker Face can be regarded as growing up in the old days, can he accept it?

What's more, for a person as cautious as Pokerfinger, once he decides something, he must have thought it through.Some things are out of my control, so I can't promise him anything, and I'm not sure about overcoming his rationality.

I suddenly felt that this made me more nervous than all the dangers between life and death.

Whether it is life or death depends on this time.I took a deep breath, opened the door of the tent, leaned over and walked in.

Through the faint firelight penetrating through the gap, I saw that Pokerfair was sitting in the middle of the tent with his back to me.

It was still the posture of straightening up silently and sitting upright, with the vicissitudes of being isolated from the world.

The night passed, and he didn't even move.

I closed my eyes for a while and opened them again, hoping to use this action to suppress the complicated emotions rising from the bottom of my heart, but it failed.

The surrounding area was still very quiet. I walked up silently, and when I stood very close behind him, I realized that he was holding a knife in his hand.

The knife is not long, and the whole body is pitch black, but there is no cold light.

It was the black gold dagger.

It was the only gift I gave him.

It turned out that he was sitting alone in this cold tent, holding the knife and watching it all night.

My heart ached again without disappointment, and then I suddenly knew how to speak.

I took a breath, tried to calm down my voice, and said slowly: "I'm sorry, little brother, I forgot a very, very important thing, so I came back and picked it up, and left immediately after I took it."

Poker-Face turned his head sideways, looked at the empty tent, seemed to understand something, raised his hand, I only heard a "clang", and the black gold dagger was already nailed to my feet: "They will arrive in the evening, There is no time, you go back to Hangzhou directly, don't stay."

I didn't make a sound, took half a step back, picked up the dagger calmly, held it casually in the palm of my hand, then walked towards him unhurriedly, and put my hand on his left shoulder.

Almost as soon as he put his hand on it, his muscles stiffened for a moment. Although he immediately controlled himself to relax, I still understood his current mood.

He finally turned his head and looked at me expressionlessly. I could read some warning from his eyes, but at this time, I don't care how he treats me anymore.

I leaned over, the tip of my nose was very close to his face, and I could feel his slight breathing.Without looking away, I met his eyes and shoved the black-gold dagger back into his hand.

His hands were cold, but fortunately he didn't intend to resist or refuse.

"Brother, this is not what I forgot."

He seemed to sigh lightly, but he didn't move. The next second, I hugged my neck and hugged him tightly.

"What I forgot is the most important."

I pressed my face tightly against his ear, wanting him to feel the shock of every word I said next: "It's you, little brother."

I can clearly feel that his breathing rate is getting faster. I don't know how fierce his heart is struggling. He wants to regain his sensibility and indulge himself for a while, but reason always blocks him habitually.

But it's okay, I'm in no rush.It doesn't matter if you fail this time.I am sure that I have the perseverance to shake him again and again, and after being rejected, I will definitely wait for him for the rest of my life, so there is nothing to be afraid of when I think about it.

Just as I was about to wrap my arms tightly, a strong force came up from my waist. I was caught off guard, and I fell back suddenly, and was pushed to the ground in an instant.

I snorted, but still didn't want to let go. He was brought down by me and pressed heavily on my body.

I heard gasps close at hand, and it was so dark that I couldn't see clearly.

Then, I was kissed by him.

The emotion between us has been suppressed and silent for too long, and at this moment, it finally exploded strongly in the darkness, out of control.

At first, it was just the two lips knocking together, and it hurt.The subtle pain made me tremble slightly uncontrollably, I opened my mouth actively, and poked my tongue out to hook him.

He leaned in and rubbed the tip of his tongue along my tongue all the way to my throat, from the rough rubbing to the final itching, which gave me a thorough experience.

I know it's his final decision.

The surprise made my heart beat wildly, and I couldn't help but tightened his grip more and more, and bound him tightly.He stretched out his left hand to wrap around my waist, and stretched out his right hand to grab the back of my neck.

I don't have much experience in kissing, and I presume that Poker Ping is the same, so I could only suck his tongue tentatively, and then lick his chapped lips due to blood loss and dehydration with difficulty.

We kiss like crazy, entangled, not to be outdone.In the end, I couldn't get angry enough for him, and I was forced to turn my face to the side to end this deep kiss that lasted for an unknown amount of time.

I was panting very fast, and Poker Face was also panting slightly, the time to feel each other's heartbeat was so precious, we looked at each other without letting go.

No one spoke for a while, both of them were waiting for themselves and each other to calm down.

With Zhang Haike's reminder and my vague memory when I was dying, I actually understood roughly why Poker-Face suddenly drove me away at this moment.

He misunderstood my intermittent confession as I lay dying.

He is afraid.

But now I just want to thank this misunderstanding, otherwise, we don't know how long we will miss each other.

Poker bottle took a deep look at me, lowered his head, and brushed the tip of his nose against my side face, and then I heard his voice, carrying warm and humid air, whispering in my ear, extremely clear: "I've been thinking about it all night. , Wu Xie."

His voice became deeper and a little hoarse:

"...I still can't bear it."

"I'm not qualified to promise anything, and I can't give you anything. If you want, I will not leave in the future. When everything is over, I will go back to Hangzhou with you."

I never thought that, with my oily personality, I would say such a thing and make such a promise.

I just feel like my brain is blank.

I bowed my head in silence for a long time, not knowing what to say.

His nose was still sore, his eyes were blurred, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

I opened my mouth, my voice trembling uncontrollably:

"Brother, it doesn't matter to me whether I can go back to Hangzhou or not."

"It doesn't matter to me whether everything ends or not."

"I admit that I am not a good person and I am very greedy, but fortunately I don't ask for much, and what I need is not a promise."

I put my hand over his heart, feeling the reassuring beating and warmth: "It's really enough to have you."

From this angle, I couldn't see the corners of his mouth.

But the next second, I heard a very light snort.

Maybe he smiled lightly.

My ears were itchy, so I laughed.

There will be too much danger and too much helplessness in the future, and no one will be able to stop it.

But no matter how gloomy the road ahead is, as long as I face it with you, I will have no fear.

Maybe you never knew.

You are the one in my life.

a ray of sunshine.

Fortunately, there is you, Poker Bottle.