Forces of Temptation

The pattern of the forest has changed compared to the previous two they walked.

After walking some distance, the road gradually becomes narrow and deep.

The canopy is densely packed with sparse strips.

If it weren't for the fact that the time could be vaguely judged from the spot of the light spot, the current forest would look no different from the middle of the night.

In this timeline, the ownership of this forest should still be in the hands of the witch.

In this way, it is no wonder that the two children get lost in the forest and are led to the candy store.

Fortunately, Nanzhou has walked twice, and the sense of direction is not bad.

He picked up a stick, and while pushing aside the vines that were slightly dry due to being in the shadow for a long time, he used the tip of the stick to accurately search for the spot where the forest light fell under the leaves.

The speed of the sun's movement is within normal limits.

As long as they keep moving forward and find the right direction, they will definitely be able to walk out.

Nanzhou walked ahead.

Jiang Fang followed behind him, very quiet.

Their footsteps landed on the ground, one after the other.

The level is not difficult, but the difficulty is like krypton.

The nervous hunger made Nan Zhou feel as if his stomach had become a bottomless pit.

A few mouthfuls of apples fall into the stomach, like falling into a bottomless abyss, fizzing and burning in the corrosive gastric juices, and then disappearing.

But Nan Zhou couldn't stop eating.

He had a feeling: if he didn't take a bite and held on, his stomach would be so hungry that he would eat himself.

This kind of famine torture that I have never experienced before, Rao is as strong as a boat, and he can't stand it.

But Nan Zhou came all the way and ate three apples, but he didn't hear Jiang Fang behind him take a single bite.

Nan Zhou thought, this is not acceptable.

However, because the speculation created some uneasy barriers and barriers, Nan Zhou did not speak.

After inner evaluation, he believes that Jiang Fang is capable of taking care of himself.

However, after walking out for a while, Nan Zhou felt that Jiang Fang was stepping on his own step by step.

As soon as he moved his foot away, his foot followed, rubbed his trousers, and got close, as cautious as he was afraid of losing himself.

This situation is somewhat unusual.

Therefore, Nan Zhou turned his back to him and reached back to reach Jiang Fang's wrist: "How—"

The next moment, Nan Zhou felt his fingers tighten.

Nanbsp; camphor tree.

…Back to Raid!

But when he found out that the silent attack was Jiang Fang, Nan Zhou's expression changed slightly.

Because he had no energy to close his fist, he simply punched the hard bark beside Jiang Fang's ear.

The inside of the bark made a tooth-crushing sound.

When Jiang Fang's back collided with the tree trunk, he shrank the choker, which was wrapped around the two's wrists, to the limit.

Nan Zhou's left hand was firmly tied to Jiang Fang's right hand.

The silver decoration on the choker is stuck on the small bone on the wrist of Nanzhou.

…This is even more unusual for Nanzhou.

Nan Zhou was confused: "…"

Nan Zhou: "Brother Fang, what are you doing?"

Jiang Fang's cheeks were reddish, sweat dripped from his forehead, and his lips were especially full of blood, which was so intense that it was incompatible with his usual restraint.

Even Jiang Fang himself seemed unable to adapt to such a change.

He closed his eyes and opened them again.

It looked like he was fighting against some deep-rooted instinct in his body.

The two are very close.

Nan Zhou could feel that the heart in front of him was beating heavy and fast, clamoring, clamoring, and beating.

Listening to such an uneasy heartbeat, Nan Zhou sincerely worried that Jiang Fang was suffering from a heart attack.

After removing the choker, the old wound between Jiang Fang's neck was exposed without reservation.

The forest light cast by the slanted sieve was projected on him, and the outline of the tattoo on his neck was particularly vivid.

K&M.

This is Jiang Fang's father's initials.

This is his impression of love, an emotional totem of pain, fear, and death.

Nan Zhou raised his right hand with the butterfly tattoo and helped him hide the scar, frowning: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Fang lowered his head, silently and single-mindedly using choker to reinforce himself and Nan Zhou's hands repeatedly.

Nanzhou: "...?"

Nan Zhou didn't quite understand the meaning of his action, so he guessed: "Will this make you feel safe?"

Jiang Fang finally said, "Yeah. Tie it to your side."

Nanzhou: "Why?"

Jiang Fang: "I'm afraid you will go where I can't see."

Nan Zhou was surprised but responded seriously: "No. I'll walk in front of you."

"Not enough."

Jiang Fang leaned against the tree, and pressed one foot forward against Nanzhou's toes: "I want to tie you. Lock you. Imprison you. Let you go nowhere. "

Nanzhou: "Why?"

Jiang Fang lowered his eyelashes: "Because you are not a real person. You may leave me at any time due to the correction of system errors."

Nan Zhou was startled.

This kind of openness is not like Jiang Fang.

Jiang Fang seemed to guess what Nan Zhou was thinking.

He raised his eyes and looked directly at Nanzhou.

A strand of silver hair dampened by sweat hung down and stuck to his eyes vaguely: "I drank the truth agave."

Nan Zhou let out a sigh, thinking, are you so hungry?

Jiang Fang panted slightly, took Nanzhou's hand covering the side of his neck, and reposted his heart: "So, I'll tell you what you want to hear."

Jiang Fang: "Now, I'm telling the truth. You can ask me questions, anything is fine."

Although this is a game in progress, although they need to save time as much as possible, Nanzhou accepts this proposal after a short thought.

Their hearts need to be released.

At that time, they can only solve each other's riddles and continue to guess each other's riddles.

Nanzhou doesn't like this.

Nan Zhou settled down: "Brother Fang, you know what I am, don't you?"

Jiang Fang: "Yes."

Nan Zhou: "Always know?"

Jiang Fang: "I knew it from the beginning."

Nanzhou: "Eternal Day?"

Jiang Fang: "Yes, "Eternal Day". I have read you. You are..."

Jiang Fang's lips and teeth had the lingering fragrance of agave, but he didn't really get drunk.

At this moment, Jiang Fang's thinking is very clear.

He can hear and understand what he is saying.

It's just that he can't control it.

Therefore, although his face was flushed, his heart full of shame, and his tongue was bitter and his teeth were weak, he still could not resist the sincerity that boiled on the left side of his chest.

Jiang Fang said: "You are my fairy tale."

He read him carefully.

Under the lights.

In daylight.

In the dark.

Nanzhou's face, Nanzhou's story, as a little consolation for him, illuminated his dark years.

When they were most intimate, the distance was only a piece of paper.

When they were most unfamiliar, they were separated by a whole world.

As a child, Jiang Fang regarded Nanzhou as the princess in the fairy tale who needed to be rescued.

Later, the existence of Nanzhou became his heart friend.

He let Jiang Fang know that he is not alone in the world.

Afterwards, he successfully met Nanzhou, but found that he was neither a princess nor a heart friend.

Nanzhou is beyond his imagination and reason.

Nan Zhou: "You know what I am, so you won't be afraid of me?"

Jiang Fang: "I have never been afraid. But I have resisted."

Jiang Fang: "Because you are not human. We have no future to speak of."

Here, Jiang Fang's tone was a little confused: "I haven't thought about my future, but with you, I started to think too much, but did too little. It's not normal, it's not me."

"So I thought, I'm crazy...to like you so much."

Nan Zhou opened his eyes slightly.

Jiang Fang bit her lip, her sobriety and reason hidden under her madness were at work, but she still couldn't hold back the powerful and unusual drinking power of Tequila.

He murmured two words "Damn" in Ukrainian.

"I like it." Jiang Fang whispered uncontrollably, "I like you very much."

Nan Zhou's mood suddenly brightened.

He was very curious, and he had thousands of questions he wanted to ask, but when he got the answer that Jiang Fang didn't hate him, he suddenly felt at ease.

Nan Zhou responded seriously: "Well, I like you too."

"You're the most... interesting human being I've ever met."

Smart, not afraid of him, coquettish, unpredictable human.

Jiang Fang: "So, I made a choice, I made a wish, and I found you."

"I...want to be your friend again."

"Don't say such frivolous things."

When the word "friend" was mentioned, Nan Zhou became serious: "We are not friends yet."

Seeing Jiang Fang's expression showing undisguised sadness, Nan Zhou thought about it and comforted him: "...Maybe it will be in the future."

Soon, Nan Zhou found another question that interests him: "What choice did you make? What wish did you make?"

Jiang Fang, who was captured by the alcohol, wanted to open his mouth.

However, the strange thing is that for him, this truth is more difficult to say than "like".

Nan Zhou found that he was struggling to resist the influence of alcohol.

Nanzhou is even more curious.

He didn't know what Jiang Fang was for such laborious forbearance and resistance: "You—"

The next second, he was speechless.

Jiang Fang's lips slid against his lips, with excessive trembling and heat.

It rose and fell warmly against his skin, as if breathing with him.

Nan Zhou was stunned for a moment, his eyes fixed on him for a while, then he stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around Jiang Fang's neck, and the hand tied with him slowly fell along his side.

Unlike Jiang Fang's muscles and bones, his lips are extraordinarily soft and warm.

It was like a net that captured him gently, pulled and wrapped the Nanzhou boat, and sank with him.

When their lips and teeth finally separated, Nan Zhou asked him with concern: "Are you already so hungry?"

Jiang Fang pressed his face on Nan Zhou's shoulder, the scorching heat on his cheek almost made Nan Zhou feel that he was scalded.

Nan Zhou straightened his face very seriously, forcing him to face himself.

Believing that he had nothing out of control, Nan Zhou breathed a sigh of relief.

...Just now he thought Jiang Fang was hungry and wanted to eat himself.

Now Jiang Fang's expression has become much normal.

Nan Zhou touched the corner of his hot and slightly swollen lips, and continued to ask: "If you touch it like this, will you not be hungry?"

But Jiang Fang did not answer him honestly.

The benefits of agave can last ten minutes.

Jiang Fang, who has passed the wine: "…"

Now he not only does not want to face the reality, but also wants to fill another half bottle.

Nanzhou looked at him calmly and patiently asked for his opinion: "Have you eaten enough?"

Nan Zhou didn't quite understand the heavy light and struggle in Jiang Fang's eyebrows, as well as the beautiful shyness on his cheeks.

Seeing that he was still hesitating, Nan Zhou tiptoed and kissed him.

Nanzhou thinks this method is very effective.

For example, now, his stomach feels much softer and more comfortable, as if there are thin wings on it.

Warm, itchy, satisfying.

Very comfortable.

If this can relieve hunger, Nan Zhou can let him eat two more bites.

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