The pattern of the forest, compared to what they had walked through the previous two times, had changed.
After walking a certain distance, the road gradually became narrow and deep.
The canopy is densely stacked, and the sparse strips match each other.
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.
The vines and vines are knotted like pythons, densely intertwined, dividing into several trails.
In this timeline, the ownership of this forest should still be in the hands of the witch.
It is no wonder, then, 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 shadows 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 the normal range.
As long as they keep moving forward and find the right direction, they will be able to walk out.
Nan Zhou 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 life.
Nervous hunger made Nan Zhou feel as if his stomach had become a bottomless pit.
A few mouthfuls of apples landed in the stomach, like falling into a bottomless abyss, fizzing and burning in the corrosive gastric juice, 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 he has never experienced before, Rao is as strong as Nanzhou, 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 even a bite.
Nan Zhou thought, this is impossible.
However, Nan Zhou did not speak because of some disturbing barriers and estrangements arising from the speculation.
After an inner evaluation, he believed that Jiang Fang was capable of taking care of himself.
However, after walking out for a while, Nan Zhou felt that Jiang Fang was stepping on his own pace step by step.
As soon as he moved his feet away, his feet followed, rubbed his trousers, and got close, as cautious as he was afraid of losing him.
This situation is somewhat unusual.
So, Nan Zhou turned his back to him and reached back to reach Jiang Fang's wrist: "Why—"
The next moment, Nan Zhou felt his fingers tighten.
The natural danger radar made Nan Zhou suddenly raise his guard, and the bound palm grabbed the clothes on the chest of the person behind him, pushing the attacker's body against the camphor tree on one side.
… Back to Raid!
But when he found out that the silent attack was actually Jiang Fang, Nan Zhou's expression changed slightly.
Because he had no energy to close his fists, he simply punched the hard bark beside Jiang Fang's ear.
Inside the bark came 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.
The leaves flew down, rustling on the shoulders of the two, and snow fell for a while.
Nan Zhou's left hand was firmly tied to Jiang Fang's right hand.
The silver decoration on the choker was stuck on the small bone on the wrist of Nanzhou.
There was still his body temperature on the inside of the leather strap, which was close to Nan Zhou's skin, making his pulse beat much faster.
… This is even more unusual for Nanzhou.
Nan Zhou was confused for a while: "..."
Nan Zhou: "Brother Fang, what are you doing?"
Jiang Fang's cheeks were slightly red, sweat dripped from his forehead, and the blood on his lips was 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.
His lips twitched slightly, and his eyelashes were stained with a touch of water vapor, which made the arc in the center of his upper lip more and more clear and attractive, and he wanted people to stand on tiptoe and taste it curiously.
It looked as if he was fighting some deep-rooted instinct in his body.
The two are close at hand.
Nan Zhou could feel that the heart in front of him was beating hard and fast, clamoring, clamoring, and beating.
Hearing such an uneasy heartbeat, Nan Zhou sincerely worried that Jiang Fang was suffering from a heart attack.
After undoing the choker, the wound on Jiang Fang's neck was exposed without reservation.
The forest light cast by the slanted sifter was projected on him, and the outline of the tattoo on his neck was particularly vivid.
k.
This is the abbreviation of Jiang Fang's father's name.
This is his impression of love, an emotional totem of pain, fear, and endless 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.
Nan Zhou: "...?"
Nan Zhou didn't quite understand the meaning of his action, so he guessed, "Will this make you feel safe?"
Jiang Fang finally said, "Well. I have to tie it by my side."
Nan Zhou: "Why?"
Jiang Fang: "I'm afraid you will go somewhere 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. You can't go anywhere."
Nan Zhou: "Why?"
Jiang Fang lowered his eyelashes: "Because you are not a real person. You may leave me at any time due to system errors."
Nan Zhou was startled.
Such openness is not like Jiang Fang.
Jiang Fang seemed to have guessed Nan Zhou's thoughts.
He raised his eyes and looked directly at Nanzhou.
A strand of silver hair dampened by sweat hung down and stuck to his eyes ambiguously: "I drank the truth agave."
Nan Zhou snorted, thinking, are you so hungry
Jiang Fang panted slightly, took Nan Zhou's hand covering the side of his neck, and reposted it with 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 was in the game, and although they needed to save as much time as possible, Nan Zhou accepted the proposal after a brief thought.
Their hearts eventually need to be released.
They still have three games to face. If they wait until the dungeon is over, Jiang Fang's character might just laugh and reveal it hastily.
Until then, they can only be a mystery to each other and continue to guess each other's mysteries.
Nan Zhou did not like this.
Nan Zhou settled down: "Brother Fang, you know what I am, don't you?"
Jiang Fang: "Yes."
Nan Zhou: "I always knew?"
Jiang Fang: "I knew it from the beginning."
Nan Zhou: "Eternal Day?"
Jiang Fang: "Yes, "Eternal Day". I have read you. You are... "
Jiang Fang's lips and teeth had the aftertaste of agave, but he didn't really get drunk.
At this moment, Jiang Fang's thinking is very clear.
He could hear and understand what he was saying.
It's just that he can't control it.
Therefore, although his face was flushed, his heart was full of shame, and his tongue was bitter and his teeth were weak, he was still unable to resist the sincerity that was boiling on the left side of his chest.
Jiang Fang said, "You are my fairy tale."
He read him carefully.
under the light.
in daylight.
in the dark.
Nan Zhou's face and Nan Zhou's story, as a little consolation for him, illuminated his dark years.
When they were most intimate, the distance was only separated by a piece of paper.
When they were most unfamiliar, they were separated by a whole world.
As a child, Jiang Fang regarded Nanzhou as a princess in a fairy tale who needed to be rescued urgently.
Later, the existence of Nan Zhou became his heart friend.
He let Jiang Fang know that he is not alone in the world.
Later, he successfully met Nan Zhou, but found that he was neither a princess nor a heart friend.
Nanzhou is beyond all 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."
Speaking of this, 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. This is not normal, this is not me ."
"So I thought, I'm crazy... to like you so much."
Nan Zhou opened his eyes slightly.
Jiang Fang bit his lip, the sobriety and rationality hidden under the madness were at work, but he still couldn't suppress the powerful and unusual drinking power of the truth tequila.
He murmured "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 there were thousands of questions he wanted to ask in his heart, 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... 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."
But seeing Jiang Fang's expression revealing 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 power of alcohol, wanted to open his mouth.
However, the strange thing is that for him, this truth turned out to be more difficult to say than "like".
Nan Zhou found that he was struggling to resist the influence of alcohol.
His lips turned white, and his teeth clenched slightly, but he still refused to say a word.
Nan Zhou was 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, with an excessively tense 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.
He responded to the kiss in confusion, and tentatively stuck out the tip of his tongue, pressed the corner of Ding Jiangfang's lips, and touched the lips he had just quietly coveted for a while.
Unlike Jiang Fang's muscles and bones, his lips were extraordinarily soft and warm.
Like a net, it captured him gently, pulled and wrapped Nanzhou, and sank with him.
When the two finally separated, Nan Zhou asked him with concern, "Are you already so hungry?"
Jiang Fang pressed his face on Nan Zhou's shoulder, and the scorching heat on his cheek almost made Nan Zhou feel that he was scalded.
However, Nan Zhou straightened his face very seriously, forcing him to face himself.
Nan Zhou breathed a sigh of relief when he was convinced that there was nothing out of his control.
... Just now he thought that Jiang Fang was hungry and wanted to eat himself.
Now Jiang Fang's expression has become much normal.
Nan Zhou touched the corners 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 truth about the benefits of agave, which lasts ten minutes.
Jiang Fang, who has already passed the wine: "..."
Now he not only doesn't want to face reality, but also wants to fill another half of the bottle.
But Nanzhou still looked at him calmly and patiently asked 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.
Nan Zhou felt that this method was very effective.
For example, now, his stomach feels a lot softer and more comfortable, as if there are thin wings brushing on it.
Warm, itchy, satisfying.
Very comfortable.
If this can relieve his hunger, Nan Zhou can let him eat two more bites. :,