Forces of Temptation

Chapter 33: Paper Gold (6)

Despite the emotional shock, Li Yinhang's money saving radar did not strike.

They left the neon flashy casino and came all the way to the edge of the city that wrapped the entire bustling "paper gold".

The Hong Kong-style fortress full of cyberpunk style is a breeding ground for debtors, fugitives and the destitute.

Accommodation here is absolutely affordable.

In the night cry of the baby, they asked several hotels with "accommodation" red lights in a row, and finally found one with relatively good sanitary conditions and decoration.

All three expressed satisfaction.

The young man who showed them the house yawned and knocked on the door of the housekeeper.

Nanzhou they need to trade points with the proprietress.

The door slammed three times, and an old lady with a pair of pale yellow cat eyes stuck her head out faintly.

Li Yinhang almost died on the spot when he saw the respectful face of the other party.

Nan Zhou took a step forward and protected Jiang Fang and Li Yinhang behind him: "Check the room."

The dense folds on the old lady's face moved, her voice was vicissitudes, and her eyes were scattered.

"How long? How many people?"

Nanzhou looks at the Jiangfang.

Jiang Fang looked at Li Yinhang.

Li Yinhang gathered up his courage and showed his head from behind Nan Zhou: "Three people, how much for one night?"

The old lady tremblingly stretched out three fingers: "300 points."

Li Yinhang extended five fingers.

She said, "50."

Nanzhou, who didn't make a deal with others: "?"

Jiang Fang, who is used to spending money like dirt: "?"

Don't talk about them, the old lady was dumbfounded on the spot as an NPC.

Now Li Yinhang is the fox in the fox.

Li Yinhang breathed a sigh of relief and began to play freely: "The three of us are young people, and we can sleep soundly in any place. Your room is empty, what a waste, why not Just let us sleep."

"Then you can go to sleep in the park." The old lady said, "250 is fine. Less, go wherever you like."

"250 is not a good number." Li Yinhang gradually entered the state, "50."

The old lady is about to close the door.

Li Yinhang directly squeezed up, hooked a small wooden bench by the corridor with his feet, and blocked the door with the wooden bench and others.

She blocked the door and put on a posture of fully understanding the market: "We asked several other accommodation here, there are 100 and 50."

Old lady: "Then you can live with them. Can this be compared?"

Li Yinhang: "The surrounding area is similar. The 50's is next to the breakfast shop."

After nearly half an hour of tug-of-war, Li Yinhang gave the NPC old lady a disgusting look.

The old lady glared at her fiercely, her pupils almost shrunk to a black line: "100 points, no less."

Li Yinhang sighed, and Shi Shiran stood up: "That's it. Let's go to the 50's shop before."

Old lady: "…"

She burst into rage, and grabbed the arm of Li Yinhang who was about to turn away.

Her nails are pale black, cat's paw-like, with slender roots.

Nan Zhou rolled up his sleeves, ready to go up and knock the attacking old lady unconscious.

Then he heard the old lady grinding her back molars and said coldly, "Deal!"

Nanzhou: "..." Ah, that's fine too.

Li Yinhang did not relax at all, and immediately seized the opportunity to discuss the last price: "We may continue to stay for a few more days, please remember this price, don't increase it."

Old lady: "..."

In the end, they spent 50 points and stayed in a fairly clean double room.

This night, the spirit was always in a state of high-intensity operation, so that Li Yinhang immediately went on strike as soon as he entered the room.

In a daze, she watched Nan Zhou take some toiletries provided in the house and walked out.

A thoughtless thought flashed in her mind:

Nanzhou's clothes...are they not dirty?

But she was completely cut off in the next second.

Nan Zhou went to the public bathroom to simply take a shower.

The bathroom was empty at three in the morning.

Nanzhou used to wrap herself tightly, so it took a while to take off the clothes one by one.

He was not in a hurry to take a shower, and stood naked by the window with the security grille.

He looked at the moon for a while before turning on the faucet in the moonlight.

The moonlight mixed with the flowing warm water, gurgling from every corner of him.

The thin water light covered the butterfly tattoo on his wrist and washed the countless deep and shallow scars on his body.

Shoulder, collarbone, side waist, calf, all have weird scars.

Nan Zhou is used to these scars, and he doesn't mean to feel sorry for himself.

However, when washing his hair, when he lifted his hair and touched the back of his neck with his fingertips, his expression moved subtly.

…he felt the scar again.

Because Nanzhou's hair is long, he usually wears it casually, and the collar of his shirt covers it.

The difference between it and other wounds is that Nanzhou does not remember how it came.

Helpless, Nan Zhou could not twist his neck 180 degrees to check the situation.

Nan Zhou lowered his hand and did not think about it.

After rinsing, he raised his hand and let the South Pole star, which was rubbing against the warm water pipe, fly up.

He protected it in the palm of his hand, pinched the membranes on both sides, and turned it over and over to wash it clean.

After wrapping the South Star with a small towel, Nanzhou also put the clothes back layer by layer.

He re-dressed himself into a strict and elegant appearance, but he didn't wear a coat, and he casually pulled the coat between his arms.

If you look closely, you can see that although the white shirt on his body is still a good fit, the lower edge is a bit longer than his body.

Stepping out of the bathroom, he found Jiang Fang standing outside at some point.

Jiang Fang smiled at him: "I want to take a bath too."

"Why didn't you go in just now?" Nan Zhou said, "You can also wash it together."

Jiang Fang nodded gently, the unrestrained and unrestrained in the casino seems to be completely abandoned by him: "I'm afraid you are not used to it."

He put his hand on his thigh naturally, and added: "...I'm afraid to scare you."

Because Jiang Fang's attitude was too gentlemanly and his eyes were too sincere, Nan Zhou didn't understand what he was referring to.

He hummed: "Go back to the room and wait for you."

Watching Nan Zhou disappear into the narrow and dim corridor, Jiang Fang stepped into the bathroom alone.

He took off the choker for the first time, and put it together with the clothes he took off.

Jiang Fang stood under the shower head that Nanzhou had just used.

The moonlight shone on him like the moonlight, reflecting the traces on the side of his neck extremely clearly.

Near the artery, branded with two letters.

"K&M".

At first glance, it looks like a tattoo.

But on closer inspection, it was clearly a rough cut by the blade!

The scars were apparently carefully tattooed afterwards.

But M's pen was only half an inch away from his slightly bulging artery.

Jiang Fang brushed his fingertips over the embossed wound and chuckled lightly.

This is not a secret that can be shown to Nan Zhou.

Too imperfect.

When Nan Zhou returned to his room, Li Yinhang was already asleep.

He climbed into the empty bed by the window.

Not long after, Jiang Fang also came back.

He took a refreshing water vapor and went around to the side of Nanzhou's bed, and naturally lifted a corner of his quilt.

Nan Zhou looked up at him.

Jiang Fang explained to him the distribution of quilts in a low voice: "Two quilts, one for Yinhang, so the two of us have to..."

Nan Zhou didn't mind too much. After knowing the reason, he only made a light "uh", indicating that he knew it, and took the initiative to move Jiang Fang out of position.

It turns out that Li Yinhang has a good eye for room selection.

The Walled City is far from the hustle and bustle of "paper gold", but instead carries a sense of tranquility from the bottom of my heart.

The mattress is very soft and comfortable, completely different from the other beds in the city where you sit on the springs.

However, softness also has side effects.

—As soon as Jiang Fang lay down, Nan Zhou's body slid towards him unconsciously.

Nanzhou moved back and looked at Jiang Fang.

At first glance, he was a little confused.

He pointed to Jiang Fang's choker.

…don’t take it off?

I don't want to take off my belongings in the mission world, I should be afraid of losing it, which is understandable.

Now it's obviously a relaxing environment.

Jiang Fang touched the side of his neck and smiled mysteriously: "This can't be picked. It's a secret."

Jiang Fang will not show it. No matter how curious Nan Zhou is, he will not watch it again.

Jiang Fang: "However, secrets can be exchanged for secrets."

Nan Zhou pricked up his ears immediately.

Jiang Fang asked: "What is the butterfly on your wrist?"

Nan Zhou shook his head.

Jiang Fang: "Can't say?"

"No."

Nan Zhou said: "I mean, it's no big deal. I stabbed it myself."

Hearing this, Jiang Fang frowned.

"Tattoos hurt. Still in places like this..."

Because he was afraid of waking Li Yinhang, Jiang Fang's voice was like a whisper.

“…why?”

"There's no reason." Nan Zhou said, "Just paint if you want."

Jiang Fang was silent for a long time.

"Ah, yes." He smiled and made an excuse for Nan Zhou, "You are an art teacher."

Nan Zhou: "Yes. I am an art teacher. But which one is you?"

Jiang Fang: "Huh?"

"People who return home to visit relatives, music students, people who are good at gambling..." Nan Zhou asked, "Which one is you?"

Jiang Fang nodded lightly, with some sharp confidence in his words: "It's all me."

Nan Zhou asked: "Who are you?"

"A lot."

Jiang Fang didn't care about him anymore, he said: "I worked as an apprentice in an underground casino for one year and a dealer for four years."

"He helped students in the Kyiv Conservatory of Music, and is good at the accordion, and knows a little bit of piano and bagpipes."

“Enforcer of the Kyiv State Cavalry Ice Hockey Team ①, won the state championship.”

"Have been a long-distance freight driver for three months, and played longboard for two months. I like to walk around, take a look, and when I run out of money, I go to the local casino to play a few games. Or do odd jobs that you haven’t played before. Now, they’re unemployed homeless people who go back to their hometown to visit relatives.”

Nan Zhou opened his eyes slightly: "You..."

"Well, these are all me." Jiang Fang promptly cut off his desire to inquire, "I told you my secret, should I be able to make a request to you?"

Nan Zhou: "You said."

Jiang Fang: "Sleep."

Nan Zhou blinked and closed his eyes obediently: "Good night then."

Jiang Fang fixedly looked at his face: "Good night."

Nanzhou is earnestly implementing Jiang Fang's request.

After a while, his breathing became even and long.

The soft mattress also made Nan Zhou's sleeping body uncontrollably follow the gravity and slowly move closer to Jiang Fang.

Jiang Fang did not move at all, and Nan Zhou naturally fell into his arms.

After Nan Zhou's forehead lightly pressed against Jiang Fang's shoulder, relying entirely on instinct, he rubbed it like a cat.

Jiang Fang raised his hand while watching Nan Zhou's peaceful sleeping face.

His fingers nimbly parted his soft and slightly curly black hair, lifted the collar of his starched shirt, slipped his **** in a few inches, and found the place that confused Nanzhou exactly. long scars.

...that's a ring of teeth.

Jiang Fang's slender thumb had a slightly warm body temperature as he stroked the oval tooth marks one by one.

The bite was deep and heavy.

Jiang Fang still remembers the scene of a drop of blood dripping out of the wound and winding down Nanzhou's thin and straight spine.

One, two, three…

Jiang Fang counted it again and again with his mouth shape.

At low counts, his lips and teeth were clearly red and white, which matched perfectly with the teeth marks on the back of Nanzhou's neck.

The author has something to say:

On Brother Fang's hidden crazy attributesw

①Enforcer (executor): refers to the players in the ice hockey team who are specially responsible for fighting. Physical conflict in ice hockey is partially acquiesced, and when an opponent provocatively crosses the line, the executor can play the cue.

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