Forces of Temptation

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

But he knows that Jiang Fang has a good personality and is a gentleman.

On the premise that she is unwilling to reveal secrets, she will not easily ask questions that cross the line.

It doesn't matter if Jiang Fang saw it.

And Jiang Fang did what he thought, seeing the strange scars all over his body, and 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 instruct: "Yinhang, stay in a place where you can see me, don't walk around ."

Li Yinhang, who knew how to see the air, didn't dare to say a word, and perfectly executed Jiang Fang's instructions, obediently picked an angle where he could only see Jiang Fang, and the cat got up.

Jiang Fang squatted down on one knee in front of Nan Zhou and looked up at him: "Are you taking off your pants?"

Nanzhou sighed, and without shame, she took off her soft slacks all the way to her ankles.

Jiang Fang looked at his **** with a small hazel squirrel pattern and couldn't hold back.

He kept his elbows on his apart knees and smiled brightly.

Nan Zhou thought he smiled very nicely.

The appreciation and yearning for good-looking 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 far from the "inspection" that Nanzhou imagined.

He accepts and gets used to any rough treatment.

But he couldn't digest this gentle, serious touch without any provocation.

When Jiang Fang's fingertips brushed the radiating electric current scar on the ventral side of Nan Zhou, Nan Zhou gritted his teeth uncomfortably: "... um."

Jiang Fang has thin and even calluses on her fingertips.

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

Every time Jiang Fang touches it, it can wake up a little electric current.

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

Nan Zhou refused to speak, and Jiang Fang touched his scar.

The movements are gentle and without any ambiguity, like stirring the ripples on the water surface.

This action seems to resonate Nanzhou's body, making him feel the shock of Susumama's subtle electric current, at the same time, a small heat wave is like a tidal wave , tumbling in his belly.

Nan Zhou was really overwhelmed and explained softly: "...that's not."

Jiang Fang imitated his mouth fetish when he suddenly realized: "Ah...understand."

Soon, he ordered softly: "Turn around."

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

Jiang Fang let out a laugh, pretending that he couldn't see the scars crisscrossing his back.

He didn't make Nan Zhou 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 the glass.

"Put on your clothes." Jiang Fang handed him the still warm clothes in his arms, "Come out later, I'll give you a brief treatment."

Being sure that Nan Zhou was dressed, Li Yinhang raised his head with concern: "Are you alright?"

Jiang Fang took out the medicine box from the corner of the bookshelf with one hand, and interlaced the fingers that were still at Nanzhou's body temperature with the other hand, and rubbed them habitually, so as to retain that trace of warmth: "He There are no wounds on the body. Probably just frightened."

At this time, Nan Zhou walked out of the bathroom neatly dressed.

…there was no frightened expression on her face.

No respect for ghosts.

Nan Zhou also confirmed to Jiang Fang, "Are you sure I don't have anything extra on me?"

There are still seven or eight regrets in the words.

Jiang Fang shook his head.

Nothing but those unsightly old scars.

Li Yinhang wondered for a while, and felt that there was a problem with Nanzhou's thinking: "...If there is no, wouldn't it be better?"

"The person who left the recording of the death should be being chased by this 'rustle' ghost."

Nan Zhou said slowly: "He clearly showed so much fear in the recording. But if the ghost is really like this, it is not at all lethal, why should he be so afraid?"

Li Yinhang: “…”

She decided to take a look at the definition of the word "lethality" by normal people for the boss.

She asked Nan Zhou, "Mr. Nan, what did you see just now?"

Nan Zhou, who was extending his hand to Jiang Fang to clean the wound, thought about it carefully: "My head in the mirror suddenly turned over."

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

Just listening to the description, Li Yinhang felt that Yahuazi was cold.

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 scared?"

Li Yinhang succinctly explained the reason: "Mental damage is the most deadly."

Nan Zhou: "Why does the game say that?"

Nan Zhou repeated the request of the game: "'Before the game time ends, don't go crazy, survive'."

Nanzhou: "If ghosts can only cause mental damage, the dungeon only needs to stipulate 'don't go crazy' and 'don't reset the san value to zero'. Emphasis on 'survive' means that ghosts will still be able to Inflict substantial damage to the player."

Li Yinhang was suddenly at a loss for words.

She realized that Nan Zhou was able to think of this level, which meant that he, who had had direct contact with the unknown, was now the one with the most life worries among the three.

After discovering this floor, Li Yinhang was a little confused and whispered: "...Then have you thought of a solution to the trouble."

"Not yet."

When answering the question, Nan Zhou was looking at the pale pink Band-Aid with the head of the rabbit that was affixed upright on his finger.

He noticed 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 glanced at the 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're scared.

Finally, they decided to order milk tea tomorrow.

There is only one single bed in the foreign student dormitory.

Jiang Fang gave the bed to Li Yinhang.

Li Yinhang wanted to push back, but Jiang Fang interrupted her with frowning eyes: "Let the girl sleep on the ground, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep."

Li Yinhang laughed dryly: "Hahaha." Actually, this bed can't sleep two people, right?

She tucked herself into the air, making sure that it was so tight that the ghosts could not start, her heart swayed, her eyes closed, and she fell into a deep sleep.

Fuck him.

120 hours, one less after an hour.

They'll make it through.

Li Yinhang forced himself to fall asleep.

Jiang Fang and Nan Zhou were lying on a temporary bed with two layers of soft mattresses, with a South Pole star sleeping with its belly turned over between the pillows.

…silent for a moment.

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 and did not answer.

Nan Zhou sighed softly.

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

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

Nan Zhou: "I will learn and share with Yinhang in the future."

Jiang Fang still didn't say anything.

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

He intuitively understood that Jiang Fang fully understood his motive for concealing the rustling he heard twice.

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

Nan Zhou did not know why he was wasting unnecessary time, and reiterated his thoughts to Jiang Fang.

Therefore, he obediently pursed his lips and thought about the reason.

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

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

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

Take care of me.

A bit happy.

He said, "Good night then."

But the hand was still on his wrist and did not leave.

Nanzhou did not break free.

His self-assured concealment made Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang unhappy.

He felt obliged to appease them.

In addition, he has other words to explain to Jiang Fang.

Nan Zhou still remembers the man's intermittent ravings and painful moans in the death message:

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

This touched the hidden string in Nanzhou'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 happens to me, please work hard and don't forget my existence."

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

Soon, he gave a vague laugh.

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

His pale eyes borrowed a thin light from the moonlight outside, as if there was a complete galaxy inside.

"I never wanted to forget you."

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

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

The mind is calm, and the tiredness also pours in.

Jiang Fang was sensitive to the growing tiredness all over his body, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

Nan Zhou said in the coldest and most indifferent tone, "...I said good night."

Jiang Fang understood his overtones, and couldn't help laughing: "Then, I also say good night, Teacher Nan."

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

Facing the peaceful silhouette of Nanzhou in the moonlight, he said softly, "...you don't know."

You were by my side when I was little.

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

The world is noisy, and I have you in my hand.

My heart was as quiet then as it is now.

However, you don't know anything right now.

Jiang Fang gently placed one hand on Nan Zhou's wrist, feeling the powerful beat of his pulse, while the other hand was attached to the pocket of his pajama pants, rubbing slowly.

There is a folded note paper lying there, truthfully recording the fact that Nanzhou concealed clues and took risks privately today.

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

He threw this note into it and kept it safe.

Jiang Fang will remember the existence of Nanzhou and everything about him.

Including his mistake, Jiang Fang will also remember it well for him.

…never miss one.