Forces of Temptation

Sending the senior away, Nan Zhou wrote down all the details on the map and returned to the room.

When alone, Nan Zhou's body and mind were immersed in the fluffy goose feather pillow, looking at the unfamiliar ceiling, he became dazed with hindsight.

Nanzhou still doesn't know what happened to him.

He was trapped in Nevertown for more than 20 years, and was thrown onto a train bound for the neurotic town.

This is unreasonable, like his life being arranged by others.

He naturally doesn't know how much he behaves like a cat in a new environment.

He pushed open the window and glanced out, feeling that the sky and the earth were vast and amazingly large, and he simply fit himself in the shadow of the window, looking at the starry sky that was completely different from his 23 years of memory, There was no emotion in his heart, he just stared blankly, as if the good stars of the day were a long book, and he had to read it word by word to live up to it.

After watching for some time, he caught a faint sound.

…Someone is coming.

He wasn't very afraid, because the man came right and above.

He first simulated in his mind the process of twisting the man's neck before realizing that the footsteps belonged to Jiang Fang.

This is even less necessary.

The light of goose-yellow electric lights gathered in a line under the door.

Now the light is blocked by a pair of feet.

Nan Zhou knew his arrival, so he was not in a hurry to say hello, he just squatted in the shadow of the window and quietly looked at the feet.

But Jiang Fang didn't knock on the door, just stood outside, not knowing what he was waiting for.

Nanzhou does not move, neither does he.

Nan Zhou was a little confused by his actions, so he was seduced to the door, opened the door silently, and looked at Jiang Fang outside the door.

It was just right, the heat made the corners of his eyes red.

The electric light made his gray eyes a rippling sea of ​​stars.

Nan Zhou tilted his head and looked at him, as if he was looking at a rare and beautiful protected animal.

"I slept alone, I'm a little scared." Jiang Fang faced Nan Zhou's line of sight, and generously held a small plate of puffs in front of Nan Zhou, "Mr. Nan, have a good time. , take me in for one night."

For a person of the same height and body type, who grins and smashes other people's knees with a gun during the day, it's hard to avoid being contrived.

But the one who speaks is Jiang Fang, and the one who obeys is Nan Zhou.

It all comes as a matter of course.

Nanzhou has a limited understanding of the "human" creature, and I saw a lot of them today, all of which are different.

In comparison, Jiang Fang is the most interesting one.

Let's not say anything else, just in the "good-looking" item, he is particularly outstanding.

Nan Zhou can't describe it in detail, but the kind of good-looking is how much Nan Zhou wants to paint for him.

Going further, he seemed to have a small loophole in his heart, and Jiang Fang's figure and appearance were perfectly shaped by this small loophole.

He is here, and my heart is full.

For this unprecedented experience, the curious Nan Zhou still wants to analyze it carefully.

He came with food.

Nan Zhou ate a small plate of puffs with his face.

The taste is good and the people are good.

Nanzhou finally got the opportunity to study human beings generously, and naturally she will not let it go easily.

When he was enjoying the dessert in peace, Jiang Fang leaned against the bed, wiped his hair with Nanzhou's towel, and told him everything about him.

His childhood, his past, his experiences.

Jiang Fang is very skillful when talking to people, not just blindly taking pity on himself.

About his own pain, he can stop at the point, but it is memorable. Most of his focus is on sharing his life experiences.

It happened to be a new world that Nanzhou had never seen or heard of. He was naturally curious, and naturally began to put "Jiang Fang" in his heart.

Jiang Fang never left Nanzhou when he spoke in a slow and slow manner, his expression was magnanimous but not obscene, but his emotions were quite abundant, like a fire was burning and fell on his face , unconsciously with temperature.

Today, he had seen every corner of his body, Nan Zhou didn't think there was anything to hold back, so he just let him look at it calmly.

I already had dinner when I heard the story, but the puffs given by Jiang Fang were exquisite and limited.

He took a simple shower and got into the same bed with Jiang Fang.

There is only such a large bed in the room, and when they got close, Nan Zhou found that Jiang Fang had a little creamy aroma, but the source was unknown.

This slightly aroused Nan Zhou's undissipated appetite, and made him more energetic. He put his arms under his head without any sleepiness, and listened to him attentively.

Jiang Fang paused subtly and slowed down his voice after talking about his joy in shooting targets with a synthetic bow in the archery club:

"I have never spoken to anyone about myself."

"It's weird, I don't know why I'm telling you so much."

Nanzhou can hear it, this is the truth.

He said, "Yes. But we only met today."

Jiang Fang raised his finger and boldly traced Nan Zhou's eyebrows: "No. I have seen you many times."

Nanzhou was suddenly curious: "When?"

Jiang Fang's tone was even lighter, and it fell into people's ears, and all the way to the heart: "In a comic. You grew up with me and spent a lot of time, yes The friend I've always wanted to see, but haven't been able to meet."

Nan Zhou has long guessed his identity, so he is not surprised.

He thought about it, and finally understood the sudden change in Jiang Fang's attitude after seeing his face clearly on the train.

Nan Zhou felt a little guilty and said, "But this is the first time I see you."

Jiang Fang supported his head, and the moonlight came in like salt and frost, covering his eyelashes with a layer of light.

He stroked the end of his brow at a constant speed, again and again, with gentle movements.

"It doesn't matter." Jiang Fang said, "If you don't come, I can come to see you, once, twice, three thousand times doesn't matter."

Nanzhou accepted his ambiguous touch and kindness, and didn't hate it at all.

Even in his childhood, his relatives never touched him so tenderly.

Nan Zhou longed for love, but because he couldn't get it, he hid this longing in his heart and didn't bother himself.

Now, he seems to have it.

But this kind of love seems to be different from what he wants.

Jiang Fang stopped talking, just focused on stroking him.

He propped up his head, his hair was not bound by a hair tie, but only hooked behind his ears. With his subtle movements, his silky hair slipped down to his cheeks along the auricles side.

He was in no hurry to pick it up.

Seeing that the hair was about to hit his eyes, Nan Zhou took the initiative to pin it behind his ear.

This is just a handshake.

Before Nan Zhou could recall the strange heat from his fingertips when he touched Jiang Fang's cheek, the corner of his lips was gently pecked.

…Jiang Fang kissed him politely and decisively.

Because of surprise, Nan Zhou couldn't think of how to react for a while, so he sent out a surprised tone particle: "Oh?"

"Looking at someone for a long time is just an invitation to kiss." Jiang Fang said solemnly, "I accept your invitation."

Nan Zhou thoughtfully said: "...Ah."

Jiang Fang: "Do you still want it?"

Nanzhou: "Hmm..."

He didn't say yes or no, just pursed his lips secretly.

In the exchange of warm breath, Nan Zhou finally clarified the source of Jiang Fang's creamy smell.

—on his lips.

Nan Zhou couldn't help but think that this may have been left over from testing the sweetness when he made the puffs.

Thinking of this scene, the strong temptation made Nan Zhou's lower abdomen slightly dry.

Nan Zhou has little experience in love affairs, so she doesn't understand or think about it, why Jiang Fang had taken a bath before coming, but a thin layer of cream was smeared on her mouth of.

Food and **** are both instincts.

Nanzhou is afraid of pain, craving sweets, and of course, has normal desires.

It's just that he doesn't have the ability to analyze desire for the time being, so he can only let the desire grow wildly.

Nan Zhou did not express his position, and Jiang Fang no longer violated the rules, and only continued to stroke Nan Zhou's forehead.

In a place where Nanzhou couldn't see, the light flora growing in his mind, like a white peacock, was disturbed by this action, and the coral swayed slightly.

Nanzhou gasped suddenly.

Jiang Fang was unexpectedly surprised by this gasp.

He stopped with the fingertips on Nanzhou's forehead, lowered his eyebrows for a moment, and the corners of his lips could not help but bend happily.

He even forgot that his little paper figurine had a fragile little white peacock in his head.

Jiang Fang thought of the system's rating of Nanzhou's san value.

san value can be generally summarized as spiritual power.

If his mental strength is strong enough and not afraid of being scared, the system can give him a full rating instead of giving him a "garbled code" that is difficult to judge.

Now that I think about it, maybe the spiritual power of Nanzhou is only strong in that it is not easily influenced by the outside world, but it is unexpectedly fragile.

Just a small touch like this can make him show... a very interesting expression.

Nanzhou feels very strange now.

Jiang Fang is that beam of light.

Jiang Fang moved his fingertips up, pulled out the belt on his pajamas, and covered Nan Zhou's eyes.

Before Nan Zhou, who was deprived of his vision, had time to say anything, his lips were gently held by someone very skillfully.

"Is it uncomfortable? Or afraid?" Jiang Fang kissed him and pressed his forehead against his, "You are shaking."

Nanzhou answered the matter seriously, "I don't know. It's just...not...comfortable."

When Jiang Fang rolled over and pressed Nan Zhou's body, his movements were blocked by the same stiffness.

He looked down and smiled lightly.

He rubbed Nan Zhou's hot earlobe with his lips, and after successfully causing another shudder, he apologized: "I'm sorry, it's my fault. Leave it to me, okay? ?"

Nanzhou was silent for a long time.

And Jiang Fang slowly stroked his forehead, stimulating the little peacock raised in his skull, waiting for his response.

Finally, he waited until Nan Zhou, who was blindfolded, nodded his head indistinctly.

Jiang Fang let out a sigh of relief, looked up somewhere in the void, and waved his hand lightly.

He created a small enclosed space.

In this little black house that no one knows about, there are only Jiang Fang and Nanzhou, and it is impossible for them to be disturbed by the sight of the outside world.

The first time I met, he had the mentality of making friends, but he refused to face his heart from beginning to end, escaped, uneasy, and confused.

The second time we met, he was ready, but he was still trying step by step.

The third chance to meet was created by himself.

There's no reason for him not to get it right, is there?

…

Meanwhile.

He was pressed against his chest so tightly that he almost exploded.

Growing up in advanced technology, his eyes were straight when he saw such a primitive working environment.

When he really threw himself into it, he truly experienced the sadness of carbon-based creatures.

Besides being tortured to the point of being top-heavy, he was full of numbness, and there were only three questions in his head.

How did this happen?

When will Jiang Fang and Nanzhou be infected by this world?

How long will he be tortured in this ghost place?

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