Translator-Rhapsodite
Editor-CherryApple, Proofreader-adjective
Compared to the last time, the appearance of the forest seemed to have changed.
After walking for a while, the path gradually became narrow and deep.
The canopy of the forest was densely overlapping, and the sparse vines tangled with each other.
If it were not for the fact that the time of day could be vaguely judged from the scattered light coming through the canopy cranny, the forest would look no different from the late night.
The vines knotted together like pythons, densely intertwined, and divided into several paths.
In this timeline, the ownership of the forest should still be in the hands of the witch.
No wonder the two children got lost in the forest and stumbled upon the candy house.
The good thing was that Nan Zhou had walked on this path twice already, and his sense of direction was not bad.
He picked up a branch and used it to brush away the crisp trees and vines that had been exposed to the shadows for a long time, while at the same time, using the stick to poke at the light spots filtering through the leaves of the forest.
The speed at which the sun was moving was within normal range.
As long as they continue to move forward and find the right direction, they would be able to walk out of here while the sun was still out.
Nan Zhou walked in front.
Jiang Fang followed behind him, unusually quiet.
Their footsteps echoed on the forest floor, one after the other.
The level wasn’t difficult, however, the issue was that passing these levels were necessary for their survival.
Neurological hunger made Nan Zhou feel as if his stomach had become a bottomless pit.
A few mouthfuls of apples fell in the stomach, like falling into a bottomless abyss, hissing and burning in the corrosive gastric juice, and disappearing.
But Nan Zhou couldn’t stop eating.
He had a feeling that if he did not eat and forced himself to hold on, he would be so hungry that his stomach would eat itself.
Even Nan Zhou who was used to various kinds of mental and physical torture was shaken by the intense hunger.
Nan Zhou had already finished three apples, yet he didn’t hear Jiang Fang eating even a bite behind him.
Nan Zhou thought this was impossible.
However, Nan Zhou did not say anything because of an uneasy and vague revulsion arising from such speculation.
After some thought, he believed that Jiang Fang was capable of taking care of himself.
However, after walking for a while, Nan Zhou felt that Jiang Fang was following his pace, step for step.
As soon as Nan Zhou took a step, Jiang Fang would too. In fact, he followed him so closely that Nan Zhou’s feet would brush against his pants. It was as if he was afraid Nan Zhou would abandon him.
This situation was a bit unusual.
So, Nan Zhou, facing away from him, reached backwards to grab Jiang Fang’s wrist, “What–”
The next moment, something suddenly tightened around his wrist.
Nan Zhou’s instincts flared and he spun around, the wrist that was grabbed seized the attacker’s clothes and pushed the person against the camphor tree on one side.
…… to launch a surprise attack!
But when the “attacker” turned out to be Jiang Fang, Nan Zhou’s face changed slightly.
He couldn’t stop the momentum of the punch, so he shifted the target and hit the hard bark beside Jiang Fang’s ear.
The bark made a crushing sound and crumbled.
At the same time Jiang Fang’s back hit the trunk of the tree, he pulled the choker he was wearing and wrapped it around their wrists tightly.
Leaves fluttered down and rustled on their shoulders, falling like snowflakes.
Nan Zhou’s left hand was thus firmly tied to Jiang Fang’s right hand.
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Nan Zhou, “Brother Fang, what are you doing?”
Jiang Fang’s cheeks were slightly flushed, sweat dripped from the corners of his forehead, and his lips looked as red as blood, so passionate that it seems at odds with his typical restrained mannerisms
Even Jiang Fang himself seemed unable to adapt to such a change.
He closed his eyes and opened them again.
His lips were slightly trembling, his eyelashes slightly stained with light moisture which made the curve in the center of his upper lip more clear and attractive, wanting people to stand on their tiptoes to taste it curiously.
It looks as if he was fighting against some deep-seated instinct in his body.
Their bodies were stuck close to each other, breaths mingling and close enough to feel the temperature emanating off of the other person.
Nan Zhou could feel the other’s heartbeat through their clothes, fast and heavy, clamoring, beating rhythmically.
Listening to such a restless heartbeat, Nan Zhou was sincerely worried that Jiang Fang was suffering from a heart attack.
Without the choker to cover it up, the old wound on Jiang Fang’s neck was exposed without reservation.
The light passing through the leaves shone upon him, the outline of the tattoo on his neck was particularly vivid.
K&M.
This was the abbreviation of Jiang Fang’s father’s name.
This was his impression of love, an emotional totem of pain, fear, and death.
Nan Zhou placed his right hand with the butterfly tattoo over the scar, his brow furrowed, “What’s wrong?”
Jiang Fang lowered his head, silently wrapping the choker around his and Nan Zhou’s hand.
Nan Zhou, “……?”
Nan Zhou did not quite understand the meaning of his action and guessed, “Does this make you feel safe?”
Jiang Fang finally said, “Well. I want to be tied to you by your side.”
Nan Zhou, “Why?”
Jiang Fang, “I’m afraid you’ll go somewhere and I won’t be able to find you.”
Nan Zhou was surprised but seriously responded, “No. I will not. I will walk in front of you.”
“Not enough.”
Jiang Fang leaned back against the tree, one foot moved forward and pressed against Nan Zhou’s toes, “I want to tie you up. Imprison you. So that 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 because of a system error correction.”
Nan Zhou was startled.
This kind of blunt honesty was unlike Jiang Fang.
Jiang Fang seemed to have guessed Nan Zhou’s mind.
He lifted his eyes and looked straight at Nan Zhou.
A strand of silver hair soaked in sweat hung down and stuck to his eyes, “I drank the [Truth Tequila].”
Nan Zhou snorted, thinking, were you that hungry?
Jiang Fang panted slightly, taking Nan Zhou’s hand covering the side of his neck, and placing it on his chest where his heart was pounding, “So, I’ll tell you what you want to know.”
Jiang Fang, “Now, I will answer everything honestly, you can ask me anything, anything is fine.”
Although they were still in the game, although they needed to save as much time as possible, Nan Zhou accepted the offer after a short thought.
The knot in their hearts had to be released after all.
They still had three games left to face. If they wait until the end of the instance, given Jiang Fang’s character, he would give his usual charming smile, and quickly brush away from the subject.
Until then, they can only be a riddle to each other and continue to guess at each other’s mysteries.
He did not want that.
Nan Zhou settled down, “Brother Fang, you know what I am, don’t you?”
Jiang Fang, “Yes.”
Nan Zhou, “Always knew?”
Jiang Fang, “Knew from the beginning.”
Nan Zhou, “[Eternal Day]?”
Jiang Fang, “Yes, [Eternal Day]. I have read about you. You are…”
Jiang Fang’s lips were tinged with the lingering scent of agave, but he wasn’t really drunk.
At this moment, Jiang Fang’s mind was very clear.
He could hear and understand what he was saying.
He just couldn’t control it.
Therefore, although his face was flushed, his heart was full of shame, 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 had read him seriously.
Under the lamp.
In the daylight.
In the darkness.
Nan Zhou’s face, Nan Zhou’s story, served as a bit of solace for him, illuminating those lightless years of his life.
When they were most intimate, they were separated by a piece of paper.
When they were most unfamiliar, they were separated by a whole world.
When he was young, Jiang Fang regarded Nan Zhou as a princess in a fairy tale that needed to be saved.
Later, Nan Zhou’s existence became his close friend.
He let Jiang Fang know that he was not the only one in the world who was so alone.
Later, he succeeded in meeting Nan Zhou, only to find that he was neither a princess nor a close friend.
Nan Zhou was an existence that surpassed all his imagination and reasoning.
Nan Zhou, “You know what I am and you aren’t 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 voice took on a tone of confusion, “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 guess I’m crazy… to like you so much.”
Nan Zhou’s eyes widened 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 power of the [Truth Tequila].
He murmured “damn” in Ukrainian.
“I like you.” 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 do like you too.”
“You’re the most… interesting human I’ve ever seen.”
Smart, not afraid of him, coquettish, unpredictable of humans.
Jiang Fang, “So, I made a choice, I made a wish, and I found you.”
“I… want to be your friend again.”
“Do not say such frivolous words.”
When mentioning the word “friend”, Nan Zhou got serious, “We are not friends yet.”
But seeing Jiang Fang’s expression reveal undisguised sadness, Nan Zhou thought about it and comforted him, “… Maybe in the future.”
Soon, Nan Zhou found another issue of interest to him, “What choice did you make? What did you wish for?”
Captured by the power of alcohol, Jiang Fang wanted to open his mouth.
However, the strange thing was that this truth was even harder for him to say than the words “I like you”.
Nan Zhou found that he was trying his best to resist the influence of the [Truth Tequila].
His lips turned white, and his teeth clenched slightly, but he still refused to say a word.
Seeing this, Nan Zhou was even more curious.
He didn’t know what Jiang Fang was trying so hard to hold back and fight for: “You–”
He couldn’t complete his sentence.
Jiang Fang closed the little distance between them, his lips abruptly pressed against Nan Zhou’s, hot and slightly trembling.
The lips against him rose and fell warmly as if it was breathing together with him.
Nan Zhou stood there blankly, confused for a moment, his eyes fixed on Jiang Fang for a moment, then he reached out and wrapped his arms around Jiang Fang’s neck, their bound hands slowly dropping along his side.
He met the kiss in confusion, and tentatively stuck out the tip of his tongue and pressed against the corner of Jiang Fang’s lips, tasting the lips he had secretly coveted for a while.
Unlike the rest of his body, Jiang Fang’s lips were extraordinarily soft and warm.
Like a net, it gently captured him, wrapping around him and pulling him deeper in, sinking into the depths.
When their lips finally parted, Nan Zhou asked him with concern, “Are you already hungry like this?”
Jiang Fang pressed his face on the side of Nan Zhou’s shoulder, and the burning heat on his cheek almost gave Nan Zhou the illusion of being scalded.
Nan Zhou, however, very seriously turned Jiang Fang’s face around, forcing him to face himself directly.
Convinced that there was nothing feral and out of control about him, Nan Zhou breathed a sigh of relief.
…… Just now he thought Jiang Fang was hungry and wanted to eat him.
Now, Jiang Fang’s expression had become much more normal.
Nan Zhou touched the corners of his own hot and slightly swollen lips and continued to ask, “Touching it like this, won’t it make you hungrier?”
But Jiang Fang did not answer him honestly.
The effects of the [Truth Tequila] could only last for ten minutes.
Jiang Fang, whose effects of the alcohol had passed, “……”
Now he not only didn’t want to face reality but also wanted to drink another half a bottle.
Nan Zhou was still calmly looking at him, patiently asking for his opinion, “Have you had enough?”
Nan Zhou could not comprehend the struggle in Jiang Fang’s heavy gaze, nor the pretty shy red on his cheeks.
Seeing that he was still hesitating, Nan Zhou went on his tiptoes and kissed him.
Nan Zhou felt that this method was very effective.
For example, right now, his stomach feels much softer and comfortable, as if there were thin wings brushing against it.
Warm, itchy, satisfied.
Very comfortable.
If this could relieve hunger, Nan Zhou could also let him eat two more bites.
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Thank you for your translation 🤍🤍
I was not prepared for this author! 😍😍😱😱 Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!
Oh, ZhouZhou… I feel sorry for and want to laugh because of poor Jiang Fang. 😂😅
Thanks for the chapter(s).
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Haha, why’s NZ standing on tiptoe tho, Isn’t he taller than JF?
First kiss????! 😳