A man who was not at a disadvantage against a first-level beast by himself was kicked and fell to the ground by the opponent.
When Feng Ting was at a loss, a message came into his personal terminal, which turned out to be a notification that a credit point had arrived...
The remitter's name was Wen Qiuxing.
The man who fell down just now quickly got up from the ground again, rushing out the door like a gust of wind.
It was dark now, and the smart street lights in the community illuminated the road, and also illuminated Wen Qiuxing's slender figure in a thin T-shirt.
The physical fitness of the man chasing him was different from that of ordinary people, and it was a breeze to catch him under such circumstances.
"I warn you, if you catch up again, I will not be polite to you!" Wen Qiuxing continued to walk forward while turning his head and swearing harshly.
"Where are you going?" Feng Ting kept a certain distance from Wen Qiuxing, and didn't dare to go too far, but it was absolutely impossible to leave like this.
"Where do I go is none of your business? Which onion are you?" Wen Qiuxing changed from his usual meekness, and became like an enraged beast in front of Feng Ting.
Feng Ting said: "You are penniless now..."
"That doesn't need you to be pitiful!" Wen Qiuxing interrupted Feng Ting's words loudly, then turned around and started to run.
The panic of never seeing each other again once they were allowed to disappear into the darkness made Feng Ting's hands and feet cold.
Before Feng Ting himself could react, he rushed up desperately and wrapped his arms around the young man who ran away in anger.
"Don't go."
Wen Qiuxing, who was suddenly imprisoned, was stunned. He was sure that Feng Ting was still some distance away from him just two seconds ago.
But no matter why the opponent's speed is so fast, did he agree to be hugged
"Let go!" Wen Qiuxing said coldly.
"..." Feng Ting was also dumbfounded, but he came back with the soul in his arms, faster than charging: "You follow me back."
"Go back to where?" Wen Qiuxing asked: "Go back to your house? How dare you!"
Feng Ting had nothing to say, he didn't dare: "I didn't mean that..."
"Then what are you talking about?" Wen Qiuxing struggled hard, but found that he was not moving at all: "Let go."
What a wealthy family, damn it!
As rare as anyone.
"That's impossible." Feng Ting beeped softly, then tentatively walked back with his arms around him.
"Well… "
After walking for a short distance, Wen Qiuxing bit Feng Ting's arm as hard as he could, and Feng Ting groaned.
But just don't let go.
Wen Qiuxing tasted the smell of blood spreading in his mouth, and even felt that he was about to tear off a piece of the opponent's flesh, but the opponent just didn't let go.
To be more ruthless, he admits that he is not as ruthless as Feng Ting, a local snake.
And he is not the kind of person who loses his mind when he is impulsive.
"I beg you," Wen Qiuxing let go without hesitation, afraid: "Let me go, I can't play you."
Feng Ting choked for breath, and frowned to cover up his gaffe: "I didn't play with you, Wen Qiuxing."
This was the first time Wen Qiuxing heard his full name from this alien.
He smiled: "Heh!" He didn't know what to say except this word.
"I'm sick." Feng Ting announced abruptly.
Wen Qiuxing was taken aback for a moment: "???"
What the fuck kind of twist is this? !
"It's cold outside, I'll tell you when I go back." Feng Ting hugged the foolish young man and quickly went home.
But Wen Qiuxing was tightly bound by the man's strong arms, and was still immersed in the artificial bomb just now, unable to recover, so he stayed in the other's arms without moving.
At this time, the residents upstairs who had been watching for a long time also breathed a sigh of relief.
This hot-tempered young couple finally stopped arguing.
However, Wen Qiuxing brainstormed all the way, and he had already brainstormed an annual Smecta drama in which Ouba got terminally ill and wanted to break up with the heroine.
When he came back to his senses, he had already sat back on the soft sofa at home.
Will, oh no, it should be said that the unnamed rich man was half-kneeling beside the sofa, helping him take off the pair of thin-soled indoor slippers, as if checking whether his Jio was injured.
The generous and warm palms caressed the sensitive skin on the soles of the feet.
This meticulousness and suddenness reminded Wen Qiuxing that they spent the past few nights lingering tirelessly, which was depressing.
"Speak." Wen Qiuxing spoke first, and took his foot out of Feng Ting's palm by the way.
He didn't feel cold when he ran out in a fit of anger just now, but now that he's back indoors, he can't help curling up his cold toes.
Seeing this, Feng Ting got up and went into the bedroom, found a thin blanket from which package he didn't know: "It's warmer this way."
Then he said, "I have no ill intentions towards you."
He also said this sentence to Wen Qiuxing when they first met. He didn't know if Wen Qiuxing still remembered it, or if he wanted to believe it.
"And then?" Wen Qiuxing said.
"... There are three seasons in a year, and I will fall into a deep sleep." Feng Ting lowered his brows pleasingly, and half-knelt on his side: "That's why I will tell you that I only have one and a half months by your side, because autumn is coming soon." It will pass, and when winter comes I will fall asleep again."
"Oh." Wen Qiuxing asked: "Then what does that have to do with you cheating me into marrying you with a fake name?"
"..." Feng Ting... choked.
Then he raised his blue eyes and subconsciously wanted to refute, but found that the other party was right.
"You can get a fake identity, which shows that your means are not low." According to the memory Wen Qiuxing got, he guessed: "You are so secretive to me..."
"That's not important." Feng Ting interrupted the man's speculation, and promised: "I assure you, you will regain your freedom soon."
"If that's the case, then why are you hugging me back?" Wen Qiuxing really wanted to kick me, but he was still talking around in circles at this time.
"Because I'm worried about you." Feng Ting held Wen Qiuxing's foot that was about to move: "You are penniless and have no place to live, so I don't worry about it."
If he was angry, Wen Qiuxing would definitely reply that it's none of your business to live and die, but isn't he very calm right now
If this mysterious alien really wants to mess with him, he will be confused in minutes.
"Oh," Wen Qiuxing said, "You mean that as long as I live in this house and spend your money honestly, you can go back to... sleep forever?"
Wen Qiuxing thought to himself, what kind of nonsense is this.
Feng Ting hesitated for a while, then stayed for a while, then nodded: "En."
Wen Qiuxing laughed angrily, but couldn't laugh anymore.
"It's bullshit."
Everything this alien says is bullshit.
But what the other party said was true, and this was the most nonsense, that's why he was annoyed.
"I have no ill intentions towards you." Feng Ting said this sentence over and over again in a low voice.
"Is there love in that?" Wen Qiuxing was taken aback for a moment, and when he said it, he felt that he was really fucking crazy.
It's all this time, and you are still molesting others.
"Sorry, I retract the previous sentence." The slippery young man said, "What are you going to do? Cancel the false identity and make me widowed?"
Well, it is a good method, but the question is, since this method is feasible, why did you have to rack your brains to create humans in the first place
"En." Feng Ting nodded, pretending that he didn't hear the question that made his heart beat unbalanced just now.
Wen Qiuxing couldn't believe it, the matter was so simple: "What harm will it do to you?"
The man lowered his eyes and remained silent, thinking that he wouldn't reveal his emotions if he didn't raise his head, but he didn't know that his slightly trembling eyelashes had already betrayed him.
"No, no damage," he said.
You just lose an identity, and you lose a partner.
But these beautiful things did not belong to him in the first place.
"Then why are you sad?" Wen Qiuxing said.
"I'm not sad." Feng Ting was taken aback, and argued.
"Fart." Wen Qiuxing sneered, "Take some piss and take a look at your own face."
Worrying like chopping a chicken.
Feng Ting stopped talking.
The atmosphere was silent for a moment.
"Let me think about it..." Wen Qiuxing had a flash of inspiration, as if he had figured out something: "This afternoon you saved a pregnant woman who fell down, and when you saw her miserable state, you thought of me."
Feng Ting's eyelashes trembled.
Wen Qiuxing continued: "You are afraid that I will have a miserable life after you leave, so you decided to give up trying to get me pregnant, and the price is to revoke your false identity, return to the family, and accept sanctions?"
"..."
"Above, am I guessing right?"
Maybe the real situation is more complicated, but there is only a memory of a little brat in his mind, so Wen Qiuxing can only guess here.
Feng Ting was silent.
Wen Qiuxing waited quietly for a while, resisting his irritability and said: "Listen, I'm just an ordinary citizen, I'm not interested in your real identity, and I don't want to participate in your complicated world. If you really think about it, Then do whatever you want, as long as it doesn't cause trouble for me."
After finishing speaking, Wen Qiuxing got off the sofa and walked into the bedroom.
Feng Ting heaved a sigh of relief, at least Wen Qiuxing didn't rush out this time, which means the other party accepted his arrangement.
He should be happy, but his heart is empty, as if a piece has been dug away for no reason.
Rationality and sensibility are fighting in Feng Ting's mind, one makes him see the facts clearly, and he will be like this for the rest of his life, and there will be no turning point.
One let him be selfish, since he likes him, try to hide him well, at least one year and three months can be together, isn't it
But this is unfair to the partner... The other party is so young and alone, thinking about this, Feng Ting's headache is splitting.
What's more, he doesn't know how long he can exist, maybe he won't have the chance to wake up next time.
"..." Feng Ting sat on the ground, feeling a surge of despair in his heart.
After an unknown amount of time, someone kicked him condescendingly: "Dead?"
Feng Ting looked up and saw that it was Wen Qiuxing.
"Not yet." He said seriously.
"You..." Wen Qiuxing was so choked that his face was contorted, and he felt depressed for a while: "Let me ask you again, do you want to be Will or your rich young man?"
Just treat him as Wen Qiuxing meddling in his own business, just this once.
If the other party is mean, then do whatever you want, he will never pick on a mouse again!
The man being questioned was stunned, as if his soul was trembling, but he blinked his sad eyes and couldn't answer the question.
It's not a multiple-choice question at all to think that Will was still the high-ranking king.
Because the right to choose is not in Feng Ting's hands.
Just when Wen Qiuxing announced that his patience was exhausted, and he folded his arms and turned to leave, a hoarse voice came from behind him: "I want to be Will."
Feng Ting, who said these words, looked at Wen Qiuxing's back with self-deprecation, but his eyes were secretly full of yearning.
It would be nice if he was just an ordinary guy named Will.
That way he can get close to the youth he likes without any scruples.
But the reality is just wishful thinking.
Wen Qiuxing stopped in his tracks, turned around and looked at the man who was obviously tall and mighty, but exuded a fragile aura, his eyes were slightly stunned.
A sentence suddenly came to his mind: If a man who wants to be strong in every way shows a vulnerable side in front of you, then you are either his mother or his lover.
Wen Qiuxing thought to himself, I can't give birth to such a tall and handsome son.
But... the love thing is also ridiculous.
He was willing to meddle in this man's business, just because he saw that Will himself was a very nice person despite all the messy things.
At least the kindness of heart did not escape.
The temper is also really good.
Thinking about these little things, Wen Qiuxing said: "Then you can be your Will at ease, and go back to sleep when the time is up."
Feng Ting shook his head without hesitation: "This is unfair to you."
"Oh." Wen Qiuxing said, "Then get out now, I see you are annoying."
Feng Ting: "..."
He raised his eyes eagerly, but didn't dare to say anything.
"Throw away the garbage when you leave." After speaking, Wen Qiuxing entered the bedroom again, and then cut off the energy of the whole house.
It was dark all around.
However, everything in the house is still invisible to Feng Ting, who has good night vision.
There are two doors for him to choose from.
Behind a door stands eternal loneliness, behind a door stands temporary bliss.
If he chooses to be permanently lonely, he will bear this loneliness alone, without being tortured by guilt day and night.
"..."
Wen Qiuxing heard the sound of the door closing in the darkness, and after staying for a while, he curled his lips silently, cutting.
Then he felt that someone held his ankle at the end of the bed, and the soft and warm touch fell on the back of his foot.
"Let go." Wen Qiuxing twitched in a cold voice.
But the man ignored it and held onto it tightly.
Then the dense lip prints spread all the way, extremely gentle, but also extremely crazy.
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