Tang Ning felt a chill in the silent darkness.
He was originally sleeping soundly and didn't want to pay attention to the cold, but the coldness became more and more severe, making it difficult for Tang Ning to fall asleep.
Where is the quilt
His fingertips moved, trying to touch the quilt, but a biting chill surged from his fingertips to his neck. In his daze, he heard a soft and gentle voice calling out:
"father"
father
Who is your father
It's not me anyway.
Where did I get such a big son
As Tang Ning was thinking this, he felt the voice that called him gently turned cold for a moment. The chilly aura froze Tang Ning's spirit for a moment, and many complicated memories emerged one after another.
It was the first time he saw a ball of black fog in the strange room.
Number 1 who can write and shouts “father”.
Number 1 with face painting.
Candy number 1.
Become the number 1 for good braised eggs.
Holding him, No. 1 killed everyone and saved the city.
Cooking number 1.
Become number 1 of the handsome young man.
The last frame of the painting shows the young man hanging in the air with his body pierced by countless chains. He opens his eyes wide in disbelief, reaches out his hand to him, and tries hard to grab something in vain.
Tangning finally remembered.
He seemed dead.
The man lying on the bed moved his eyelashes, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his face looked somewhat painful, as if he was trapped in a nightmare.
No. 1 stared at the other party, and every chain of it was tightened at this moment, and the sharp tip of its tail left a messy dot on the ground.
The long eyelashes began to move again, showing a tendency to open.
It was originally something to be happy about.
It killed so many monsters and continuously transmitted negative energy into this man's body, just to wake its father up. But when this moment came, its body moved before its thoughts.
It reached out and covered the man's eyes.
Gently, not daring to use much force, but firmly covering his eyes.
This way, it doesn't have to guess how this person will look at it, whether it is disgust or tenderness, it doesn't have to guess anymore.
When its father just woke up, they actually reestablished a weak spiritual connection, and it understood its father's thoughts.
—“Who is your father?”
— "It's not me anyway."
So it cut off the spiritual connection without hesitation.
It doesn't need these things.
It said this to itself so many times that it seemed to no longer care.
It felt a tingling sensation in the palm of its hand, as if it had caught a fragile and beautiful butterfly, and its wings had scratched its palm. The butterfly certainly does not want to be caught, but people who are greedy for this beauty want to keep it at all costs, even if it has to be made into a butterfly specimen, at least this beauty has been preserved.
The father was covered by his hands, with only the tip of his nose, lips and chin exposed.
The delicate lips opened slightly, and a confused voice came out: "Number 1, is that you?"
It wasn't a cold voice.
It was the tone that the father used when he wanted to treat it gently. It was also the tone that the father used just now when he denied the relationship between them without hesitation in the mental link.
Obviously, "father" is the bond established by this person.
No. 1 looked at the lips that opened and closed. It couldn't tell what emotion it was feeling in its heart. Perhaps it was despair. It was this despair that had been lingering around it, pushing it to the edge of the cliff, like the last straw that broke the camel's back, gently pushing it and pushing it into the abyss of no return.
It bent down little by little, approaching the man whose eyes it had covered. In a trance, it seemed to smell the charming scent of blood again, spreading around, steaming like clouds and mist, and shaking like wine. It lowered its head foolishly and blocked the man's lips with its lips.
“Hmm.”
It had touched this person before when he was asleep, but this time it was different.
Father's lips were parted.
It was too soft. It was hard to imagine how something so soft and warm could say something that made it sad.
Tang Ning was a little confused.
He died and he lived again.
That's not the point, it's to be expected.
The key is who is kissing him
Is it number 1
Or is it his prince? Or is the prince number 1
The hand that was hanging limply on the bed moved, trying to "touch" the person to see if he had a tail. However, No. 1 misunderstood Tangning's intention and thought that Tangning wanted to push it away, so No. 1 grabbed Tangning's wrist in dissatisfaction.
Tang Ning's hand was pressed into the quilt, but the force was not strong, and he was very careful to restrain his strength, as if he was afraid of hurting him.
His fingertips struggled to move, and he just held his hand with his thumb still holding his wrist, but his slender index and middle fingers slid forward, along the lines on Tang Ning's palm.
The hand completely pressed down on Tang Ning's palm, covering every finger that tried to break free.
Tang Ning felt a little sweat on his palms.
He didn't have much strength. Even if the person holding him used very little force, Tang Ning felt that he couldn't break free. He simply used his other hand to touch it. This time, Tang Ning didn't need to grope in the dark to find the tail. A familiar cold tail wrapped around his hand.
The moment he touched the tail, Tang Ning confirmed that the person he was kissing was number 1.
In fact, he had guessed that this person was No. 1 just now, but this act of kissing was indeed a bit of a heinous crime, and for a moment it was difficult for him to connect this act with the obedient No. 1.
But looking at it this way, No. 1 should be the prince he is looking for.
Tangning was unsure because No. 1 didn't seem to have any feelings towards him.
He felt the immaturity of No. 1 when she kissed him.
No rules.
Like a greasy puppy who only knows how to lick people.
"Hmm..." Tangning wanted to speak, but No.1 refused to let him speak and insisted on covering his mouth, which made Tangning a little angry.
It's fine that he covers his eyes to prevent me from seeing as soon as he wakes up, and it's fine that he presses his hand down to prevent me from touching him. But now hesitating and kissing me for a long time, and he won't let me say a word.
Tang Ning bent his legs.
There was a rustling sound of metal friction in the air.
Well, if No. 1 wants to trap him, he, a weakling, will definitely not be able to escape.
What happened? Was it published? Did the institute do something to No. 1
Where did the well-behaved No. 1 go
Tang Ning was really confused.
This won't work, he must understand the current situation, otherwise the worst case scenario is that once the final weapon is passed, he will be shoulder to shoulder with No. 1 in this C-level book.
“Hmm.”
There was a blush and a hint of moisture at the corners of her lips.
Tangning was still speechless.
No, this can't go on like this.
Should I bite No. 1's tongue and make it hurt so that No. 1 will let go
Tang Ning recalled the drawings of No. 1 fighting monsters, and thought of the experiments No. 1 had gone through. No. 1 had a very high tolerance for pain.
Tangning felt that if she bit lightly, No. 1 would definitely not let go. If she bit harder, Tangning would not be able to bear it. Moreover, even if Tangning was ruthless, the pain would probably be just like a tickle to No. 1.
What should I do
They couldn't let No. 1 go down like this, and Tangning had a feeling that No. 1 didn't want him to talk now, and probably wouldn't want him to talk in the future.
Tang Ning tried to mobilize the mental connection between him and No. 1, but perhaps because he had died once, the mental connection was completely broken. No matter how Tang Ning responded, he could not get a response. He had no idea what No. 1 was thinking.
Alas, is this the legendary child who becomes difficult to raise when he grows up
Tangning suddenly felt very tired.
No. 1 was still hugging him and kissing him, very immaturely. Maybe No. 1 was too nervous now, and no one had taught it, so it didn't make much progress after kissing for a long time.
Tangning responded somewhat helplessly.
The greasy puppy was stunned.
In reality, Tang Ning did not have a lot of experience, but his closest relative, the prince, was a good teacher. Even a slow learner like Tang Ning managed to learn some of the key points.
Tang Ning felt the hand that had been pressing on him loosen a little. Tang Ning did not take the opportunity to break free because he knew that No. 1 would react very quickly. If he had any intention of escaping, No. 1 would definitely enter the highest state of alert.
However, No. 1's performance gave Tang Ning an idea.
He kissed back more gently.
He seemed to have the ability to move other people's emotions, and he easily brought No. 1 back to the top.
The force that was restraining him gradually weakened, and No. 1 seemed to be a little dizzy from Tang Ning's kiss.
Tang Ning did not immediately shake off No. 1's hand. Instead, he took the initiative to interlock the fingers of No. 1's hand that was pressing on him.
Number 1's fingers moved and slowly landed on the back of Tang Ning's hand.
It had never had such an intimate contact with Tang Ning's hand.
Not only could he wrap around Tang Ning, but he could also be wrapped by Tang Ning's hands and surrounded by her warm body temperature.
Tang Ning felt that No. 1 was much more relaxed. He tentatively moved his hand which was encircled by the tail. The tail was still hooked around him, but it left him some room to move.
Tang Ning did not use this hand to push No. 1 away. Instead, he slowly and slightly moved his hand towards No. 1 that was covering his eyes.
His movements were slow enough to give No. 1 ample time to react.
Number 1 didn't stop him.
So Tang Ning's hand finally fell on one hand.
He gently rubbed circles on the back of one hand, a little sweat seeping out of his fingertips. He stroked the back of No. 1's hand bit by bit with the moisture. Tangning felt the tenseness of No. 1's body.
This is actually quite interesting.
In this whole time, he was led around by the prince, but he didn't expect that in this copy, he would actually play the leading role.
After teaching No. 1 language, microblogs, cooking and a series of other things, he also has to teach No. 1 how to kiss the person he likes.
While Tangning was distractedly thinking about these things, she gently grasped No. 1's hand and expressed her desire to hold their fingers tightly.
No.1 was unable to resist Tangning's advances, so Tangning used the excuse of holding their fingers tightly to easily remove the hand covering his eyes.
He finally saw the world with his eyes. Judging from the furnishings in the room, he was still in Dr. Tang's room at the research institute.
The face that was in such close contact with him was so beautiful that it almost dazzled Tang Ning.
The face of No. 1 was largely based on Tang Ning.
Although she was not as pretty as Tang Ning, her temperament was sharp. At first glance, the visual impact was comparable. Her thick eyelashes seemed to have built-in eyeliner, and at this moment, she revealed a little confusion after being bewitched by Tang Ning's excessive gentleness.
People are often visually aroused.
The face of No. 1 is actually very accurately sculpted, and it is so beautiful that it can indeed gain more favor from the father.
For example, at this moment Tang Ning couldn't help but wonder if he had gone too far. He inexplicably felt guilty for dragging the innocent child into this bizarre world.
After this thought came to his mind, Tang Ning paused in his teaching.
He lay on the bed and looked at the beautiful No. 1.
But he didn't know that at this moment he was the one who saw a mess. His eyes, which were sometimes affectionate and sometimes cold, were shrouded in mist, and he couldn't see clearly. The blush spread from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows, and the corners of his lips and cheeks were also rosy.
He stared at No. 1 with his misty eyes. It seemed that his eyes reflected No. 1 wholeheartedly, yet it seemed that he could not hold anything back. No. 1 stared at this person in a daze, and a gentle and ambiguous atmosphere turned into tiny factors surrounding them.
It seemed to be lifted up to the clouds again, light and floating, too beautiful and soft, not feeling solid at all, so good that it would rather let itself sink back into the abyss so as not to experience the heart-wrenching fall again.
The heart was beating violently due to anxiety. The heart that was powerful enough to control countless demons and monsters once again lost its rhythm. After realizing the familiar powerlessness, it stretched out its hand in panic, wanting to cover the man's eyes again -
"Number 1, are you still a good child to your father?"
Tangning looked directly into its eyes and asked softly.