Tang Ning didn't have many memories of his past, but the memories that Tang Yun had managed to obtain had already given Tang Ning a general understanding of his first experience.
Those memories are all depressing, not only the depression brought by fighting with ghosts and monsters, but also the cold feeling that comes over you when facing teammates and living people.
In these memories, all people and things seem to be ice sculptures, and you will feel cold once you get close to them.
But there are exceptions, for example, a partner like a prince is warm and bright.
Suddenly, the picture on TV changed, and Mo Yunchu's figure appeared.
Is this Tang Yun’s memory
Tang Ning saw that the environment displayed on the screen was Mo Yunchu's bedroom. Tang Ning looked serious as he tried to identify where the ghosts were hiding. When he was browsing his past memories just now, he often saw ghosts suddenly appear in various terrifying ways and then attack people.
Watching those memories felt like watching a horror movie. Even though Tang Ning had developed a lot of courage, he still felt frightened sometimes.
Soon, Tang Ning discovered that there was something wrong with the quilt on the bed.
The raised marks on the quilt clearly showed that there was a humanoid monster hiding inside!
Tang Ning's gaze shifted to Mo Yunchu. Mo Yunchu, who had just finished bathing, took off his bathrobe, revealing a body that conformed to the aesthetics of the human body. His broad shoulders, narrow waist, and pale muscle contours looked like the undulating lines of a snow-capped mountain under the light.
Tang Ning: “?” Why would you take off your clothes if you’re not going to fight monsters
Under Tang Ning's astonished gaze, Mo Yunchu walked to the bed and lifted a corner of the quilt, revealing a furry head. He was like an ostrich deceiving itself, mistakenly thinking that it could not be discovered by hiding itself under the quilt.
"Xiao Ning." Mo Yunchu said softly, "Don't keep yourself depressed like this."
What is going on
Tang Ning looked at Tang Yun blankly. Tang Yun was watching TV. In the dim light, Tang Yun's facial features were not clear, but when his deep phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, the aura he exuded was exactly the same as Mo Yunchu on TV.
Tangning's voice on TV was trembling, as if she was suppressing something, "Don't come over here."
Mo Yunchu showed a helpless smile on his face, "Okay."
After saying this, Mo Yunchu moved a little further away from Tangning. He sat down beside the bed, picked up the script on the bedside table, put on his silver-rimmed glasses, and quietly flipped through the script.
Tangning was a little confused about the situation. He looked at Tang Yun beside him again. Tang Yun raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "This seems to be my imagination."
Imagine
There are many kinds of memories, not only the experiences that actually happened in a person's mind, but also the ones that a person imagined.
Obviously, what was being played on TV at this moment was Tang Yun’s imagination.
"It's an invalid memory. Let's skip this part." Tang Yun suggested softly.
"It's okay, just keep watching this." Tang Ning had seen too many repressed memories before, and he thought it would be interesting to take a look at Tang Yun's daily imagination. In fact, he was quite curious about what Tang Yun thought when he was alone.
Tang Jiyun seemed to want to say something, but he remained silent after moving his lips.
Mo Yunchu on the TV screen had been reading the script for a while, while Tang Ning, who had buried herself in the bed, seemed to have fallen asleep.
Mo Yunchu put down the script in his hand.
He turned his head and stared at the place under the quilt where Tang Ning was hiding.
"Xiao Ning, it's getting late." When Mo Yunchu spoke, the blanket trembled slightly, so slightly that Tang Ning suspected it was an illusion.
"... Then go to sleep first." Tangning's muffled voice came from under the quilt.
An ambiguous smile appeared on Mo Yunchu's handsome face, and he asked in a candy-seeking tone, "Where's the goodnight kiss?"
Tang Ning stayed under the covers without making a sound.
Mo Yunchu moved closer and gently but firmly lifted the quilt as if he was opening a clam shell.
Tang Ning raised his head in shock, his body stiff as he watched Mo Yunchu approach.
He seemed extremely afraid of this handsome man, so afraid that every inch of skin on his face was tense and twitching, his chest heaving violently, and his eyes could break at any time.
At the moment when Mo Yunchu lowered his head to kiss him, Tangning, whose nerves were stretched to the limit, finally couldn't take it anymore. He suddenly raised his hand -
“Bang!”
Slapped Mo Yunchu in the face!
Tangning saw this scene and said: "?!"
Tang Ning turned around and looked at Tang Yun in shock. Tang Yun's expression remained unchanged. He even had a gentle smile on his face as he gazed at Tang Ning lovingly. There was no sign at all of the bizarre development he had imagined, which would lead to him being slapped in the face by his lover.
What the hell are you thinking about?!
How could I slap you?!
It was a slap so hard!
Mo Yunchu on TV was hit and his head tilted slightly to one side. The glasses on his tall nose were crooked, a strand of hair hung in front of his eyes, and a red mark clearly appeared on the side of his pale face.
The air seemed to freeze.
The Tangning on TV who suddenly exploded became just as scared and shocked as the Tangning watching. It was as if he himself could not believe what he had just done. The hand that hit him was shaking from the fingertips to the wrist.
A low laugh was heard.
Mo Yunchu stretched out his hand and straightened his silver-rimmed glasses. Even though the lenses covered his eyes, one could still see some danger in the emotions conveyed in his phoenix eyes. However, with his strong self-control, he eventually suppressed it into a cold yet hot contradiction, like magma melting ice.
He leaned down and approached Tang Ning little by little.
As danger approached, Tang Ning didn't even dare to breathe. He was like a dead animal, trembling with fear as he watched the hunter approach.
His thin lips kissed Tangning's face.
Tangning remained motionless.
The tip of his nose gently caressed Tangning's cheek, and his palm fell on Tangning's trembling shoulder.
When the slender hands tried to unbutton Tangning's clothes, Tangning finally moved. He quickly wanted to get out of bed and leave.
The one who moved faster than him was Mo Yunchu.
A slender and powerful hand grabbed Tangning's slender ankle, forcing her to stop. Her beautiful eyes were filled with panic and fear, "W-What are you going to do?!"
Mo Yunchu didn't say anything. He just grabbed Tangning's ankle and used a gesture that made Tangning remember that it was gone.
Tangning: “…”
The person beside him was breathing heavier. Tangning had already guessed what was going to happen next. He whispered, "That monster who was showing the movie is also here..."
Tang Yun nodded, he raised his hand, and the TV screen went dark.
The room was pitch black and he couldn't see anything clearly. In the silence, Tang Ning could hear their breathing and perhaps his own rapid heartbeat.
"Xiao Ning, I want a goodnight kiss."
Tangning's Adam's apple rolled. He carefully leaned forward. In the darkness, Tangning couldn't see Tang Yun, so he could only rely on his own sense to kiss him.
Soft.
It's exactly where the thin lips are.
Tang Ning wanted to touch Li, but a warm big hand pressed on the back of his neck, and a strong feeling of oppression spread in the darkness.
…
Countless times before, he had wanted to treat this person like this and wanted to take a step further with him, but every time, he forced himself to suppress it.
Because he was very worried that he would hear some cruel words from this person's mouth and see their relationship gradually move towards an irreparable breakdown.
Until today.
"Xiao Ning, are you afraid of me?"
"I, love you... um."