Forces of Temptation

Nanzhou made a "hmm".

He couldn't fully understand Jiang Fang's confession, so he simply followed his heart and said "I know" first, and then said the rest.

Jiang Fang: "What about you, what do you think?"

Nan Zhou has no idea, and her curiosity is even far above her desire.

This was the first day he saw Jiang Fang.

His memory is blank, but his body has its own independent memory.

His skin welcomed Jiang Fang's touch.

His muscles knew how to pose to be more comfortable in Jiang Fang's arms.

His legs will be softened by Jiang Fang.

He turned around and looked directly into Jiang Fang's eyes, wanting to look at him more carefully, so as to see through this confusion and understand why he had such a change.

However, when Jiang Fang looked at him for a few seconds, Jiang Fang's shoulders trembled slightly, and he raised his hand to cover Nan Zhou's eyes.

Nanzhou: "?"

Jiang Fang held back his laughter and put his face on his shoulder: "Don't look at me."

Nanzhou: "Why?"

Jiang Fang: "If you look at me like this, I can't speak."

…Nanzhou is even more curious.

He has even touched his own secret place, why can't he even look at his own eyes?

And he didn't lie.

Nan Zhou could clearly feel that the small part of Jiang Fang's facial skin that was close to his neck was rapidly heating up.

Under the accumulation of various subjective factors, Nan Zhou, who was blindfolded, gave an answer as objectively as possible: "You are strange. But I want to go with you."

Now the fact is that he did leave Never.

For the rest of his journey, whether he is staying in the "Garden of Eden" or going elsewhere, he needs a traveling companion.

Jiang Fang should be a qualified partner who will never let him get bored.

Jiang Fang seems to like Nanzhou's answer.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Fang let go of his hand and lightly pecked on the tip of his nose: "That's good."

He asked Nan Zhou: "What do you want to do tomorrow?"

Nan Zhou's train of thought was a little dull, and could not keep up with Jiang Fang's train of thought: "...tomorrow?"

Jiang Fang: "Yes. We can do whatever you want."

Nan Zhou thought for a while: "Let's go around the town. If it's interesting, stay; if it's boring, leave."

"What else?"

"And..." Nan Zhou looked out the window, "Is it summer?"

Jiang Fang: "It's June."

Nanzhou: "It will be a long time before winter. Don't worry."

Jiang Fang felt something: "Do you want to see the snow?"

Nan Zhou nodded.

The spring, summer, autumn and winter of never town only change in temperature.

In addition to the white night and the sunny day, there is never a rain, and it seems that I am afraid that the rain will soak this paper world.

He has only seen snow in poetry.

Jiang Fang nodded happily: "Okay, I remember."

After saying that, he stroked Nanzhou's forehead again, turned over and sat up.

Nan Zhou propped up his upper body: "Are you leaving?"

"No." Jiang Fang replied, "Take a bath."

Nan Zhou reminded him: "You washed it before you came."

Jiang Fang's eyes moved down, and all the way he induced Nan Zhou to cast his eyes on his vigorous and unrelieved body.

He smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I need to fix it."

Even under such circumstances, Jiang Fang’s posture was 100% elegant and decent.

Nan Zhou stretched out his hand eagerly: "I learned some skills just now, I can also..."

Jiang Fang pushed his forehead with his index finger, causing Nan Zhou, who was still in the dark, to shiver.

Jiang Fang: "No."

Nanzhou: "Why?"

Jiang Fang didn't say anything unnecessary, just put one leg on the side of the bed, and the gentleman restrained and kissed the back of the hand handed by Nan Zhou.

With a gentle smile as a cover, there are countless crazy and dirty thoughts surging in her bones.

He was worried that he would not be able to control himself, so he went straight to the topic at the beginning, scaring Nan Zhou.

Now, this is the first step.

When the sound of water came from the bathroom, Nan Zhou, who was lying on the bed, reached out and touched the sticky notes and pens on the bedside table, and walked to the bathroom silently At the door of the room, sit on the floor.

Here is the dead spot of the moon and the lamp.

The light is dim and almost nothing.

Fortunately, Nanzhou is a monster born with light, so it can do well in the dark.

He lowered his head and recorded his day in the dark, stroke by stroke, stroke by stroke.

It's a fun he develops during the boring days that never stop, to remind him to do at least one thing each day that's different from the day before.

When he came to such an unfamiliar place, he had to continue this habit to make it easier for him to organize his thoughts.

After recording all the encounters on the tram and the topographic map of the "Garden of Eden", Nanzhou opened a new page and began to record this new human being.

"Today, I met a human named Jiang Fang."

"He touched my head and my genitals. I've touched myself before, and I've never felt so comfortable. I think..."

Writing here, Nan Zhou put his pen on hold for a while, and after thinking about it, he tick off the three words "I think" and added four words: "Very comfortable."

He deliberately drew two double horizontal lines under the four words for emphasis.

After describing his feelings rigorously, Nan Zhou continued to look indifferent and filled his "Jiangfang Usage Notes" step by step: "Time..."

He glanced at the clock and recorded: "One hour and five minutes."

"He's so patient. So patient I don't know why."

"I have many whys."

"Why did I appear here? Why did I meet him? Why did I suddenly leave Nevertown? Why does he feel completely different when he touches me than when I do it myself?"

"There are still many mysteries in and out of my body that need to be explored. Since he is interested in me and wants to study me, maybe it would be good for me to study with him."

When Jiang Fang opened the door with a stream of cold water vapor, he just caught sight of Nan Zhou, who was leaning against the door.

Nan Zhou put away the pen and paper, calm, as if he should sit here.

Jiang Fang glanced at the messy bed and wondered, "Why don't you sleep?"

Nan Zhou put the notepad in his jacket pocket, looked up at him, and gave a simple answer: "Aren't you afraid?"

Jiang Fang was stunned, the originally steady heartbeat immediately broke away from the order, and made a commotion.

Nan Zhou did not find that Jiang Fang's heart chords were easily moved by just one sentence.

So he did what he had to do, turned his back to Jiang Fang, took off his suit and trench coat, unbuttoned his shirt, and put his large tracts of snow-white skin and beautiful muscle lines on Jiang Fang. Fang is fully exposed.

The light in the bathroom, as the main light source in the house, burnt a thin layer of gold on his skin.

The vertical and horizontal scars cut apart his perfect body.

This kind of tearing beauty stings Jiang Fang's eyes and makes his heart beat faster, unable to extricate himself.

He turned off the light and got into the same bed with Nanzhou in the dark.

Nanzhou fell asleep quickly because she was tired.

Jiang Fang was watching his Nanzhou in the dark.

He will obediently guard him and follow him anywhere because of a lie of his own.

Even if he did it all over again, he would still use all kinds of small details to tempt himself to fall in love with him.

"Are you really unreasonable?"

Jiang Fang's fingers pinched Nan Zhou's earlobe, and said in a low voice:

"How do I feel, you are more cunning than me."

…

On the other side, Yuan Mingqing dragged his tired body back to the dormitory.

…shit.

It's just that he doesn't have enough working hours today.

When he returned, the lights in the dormitory were out.

Yuan, Ming and Qing staggered through the iron bedframes, all the way to the bedside of Tang and Song Dynasties, and fell on the iron chair with uneven legs, full of armpit sweat He breathed heavily in the space with the smell of sweat and foot sweat.

He had a numb face, one hand on the edge of the table, clenching and loosening.

A moment later, he slammed his fist **** the table.

Too ugly.

The loud noise he made caused a group of workers who had just fallen asleep to be extremely dissatisfied, and there was one after another.

In the darkness, Yuan Mingqing's painful fist was clenched by one hand.

Tang Song's deliberately lowered voice sounded: "Is it enough to be crazy? Does it make sense?"

He rubbed his stiff joints for him, then shoved his hands away, and said in disgust, "Wipe the sweat, it stinks to death."

Yuan Mingqing heard some words, stabilized his emotions a little, took out a low-quality towel from the back of the chair, buried his whole face in it, and said in a stern voice: "...do you have any information? ?"

When Yuan Mingqing and Tang Song had this conversation in a low voice, thousands of data streams were nervously watching their every move in the studio.

Don't say anything you shouldn't!

This is Jiang Fang's dream, a different space fabricated out of thin air.

"Cube Ark" took advantage of the opportunity to enter the PVP mode and successfully paired with "Adam", it stuck a bug.

Such a delicate operation even deceived everyone's eyes.

When they found out that the camera was out of control, they thought it was a problem with the monitoring unit.

The system first tries to forcibly break the copy from the outside.

But this power comes from unknown natural forces and cannot be easily rewritten and controlled by data.

What's more funny is that it was the game party who sent them to that low-level dungeon and let them get in touch with that mysterious power.

In desperation, the background data group can only try their best to analyze and break through this bizarre drop, and has not yet sorted out a clue.

All in all, the game side can only stare at the small eyes and be a powerless bystander.

Fortunately, Adam has been doing just fine until now.

Normal enough that even the audience thought it was just a tense and exciting PVP.

From the audience's point of view, the "Cube Ark" has the upper hand, but it is too paralyzed. On the first night of entering the unfamiliar area, he ate and drank calmly, and slept in a separate room with his teammates.

What if someone poisons the food?

What if there is a neuropathy sneak attack in the middle of the night?

Are they not even taking precautions?

The most hateful thing is that the program team actually stopped the live broadcast after Jiang Fang entered Nanzhou's room, leaving only a black screen for them.

Is there something they can't see?

As for the "Adam" side, although they were at a disadvantage at first, Tang Song still had a broken leg, which was very ridiculed by the audience, but after all, they successfully formed a team and also away from the center of the storm.

Because of lack of strength, temporarily avoiding the edge is also a way of playing, and it is understandable.

The audience watched with great interest, analyzed them one after another, and made their own ideas.

In this suffocating atmosphere that lasted for hours, all the people in the program group saw Tang Song facing the void and waving his hand.

This was originally their agreed habit, a gesture signal to disperse the cameras, keep them away temporarily, and facilitate their conversation.

Ma Xiaopei and Cao Shuguang have used it, and they have used it more than once.

Before this, no one thought there was anything wrong with this.

But after Tang and Song made this small move, all the staff of the director group were struck by lightning.

The original constant data flow has collectively made a mess.

However, they could only stand still, not moving.

Because they knew they couldn't do anything, the program team could only hold on to the last bit of luck and hope they could be smarter.

Unfortunately, "Adam" is not God.

They don't have a God perspective.

After making sure that he had left enough time for the camera to evacuate, Tang Song leaned on the pillow crookedly and went straight to the subject: "Those NPCs came back earlier than you. So I heard something from them. matter-"

The director room was dead silent.

…what the **** is that?

In the barrage pool, which has always maintained a full screen level for 24 hours, there has been the longest blank period since the live broadcast of the game.

After this suffocating blank, a large number of question marks appeared without gaps.

The sword of Damocles, which had been hanging for a long time, fell silently.

A viewer made the first question:

"What's the matter? What NPC?"

"How does 'Adam' know those people are NPCs?"

"Did 'Adam' regain his memory?"

The director stared blankly at the Tang Song and Yuan Ming and Qing Dynasties who were still concentrating on studying the copy on the screen.

He suddenly had a thought that made him sweat:

Perhaps, the game carefully set up by the "Cube Ark" is not just for "Adam" to die.