Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

Si Mo was stunned for a moment and looked at Song Zhuochen.

"It's enough for me to have you, I don't consider anything else."

Song Zhuochen's expression became a little solemn, as if he had thought of something but didn't have the courage to say it out loud.

"You are a deity. I am lucky to have met you."

"But sometimes I wonder, why me? Will my Maomao suddenly leave again?"

"You should be able to live for thousands of years. I wonder if I can see what Mumu looks like when he grows old."

"I can't stay with you for long. Will you forget me when I die?"

...

Si Mo's nose felt a little sour. Hearing the last sentence, he denied it, "No."

"I will not forget you, nor will I leave suddenly. I will stay with you as long as you live."

When Si Mo saw that thread of love, he was about to ask Song Zhuochen why he chose him, but a stupid voice in his mind said urgently:

[Master, I can’t say that! ]

It sighed, and finally told Si Mo the secret it was carrying:

[Master, in fact, the love thread in each plane corresponds to a person with whom you are bound. Before that person falls in love with you, the love thread cannot be withdrawn. It can only be withdrawn if the person who hosts the love thread is willing to give it to you. However, once the love thread is given, that person will lose all memories of this world and die naturally within one month.]

"What?..." Si Mo frowned and looked at Song Zhuochen worriedly.

[There is another way, where you accompany the host of the love thread throughout its life, and at the last moment, the love thread will automatically detach from the host and return to its original place. This way, no one will be hurt.]

Si Mo heaved a sigh of relief after hearing this. Of course, he would accompany Song Zhuochen to the end.

Si Mo held Song Zhuochen tighter: "I promise you, in this life, the next life, and all the lives to come, I will find you. Even if you forget me, I will still love you."

"I won't forget." Song Zhuochen said.

"Even if I forget, as long as Momo appears by my side, I will definitely fall in love with you again without hesitation."

"For all my life, I promise."

Under the banyan tree, the moonlight shines through the leaves, casting mottled reflections on the two of them. People in love will never be separated.

-

Decades of happy time passed in a flash. The hospital bed was not cold because of each other's company. When Song Zhuochen was dying, he still held Si Mo's hand tightly, and his lips touched the back of his hand, gently and tenderly.

Finally, he touched Si Mo's ears and tail. His god said that if he touched them, he would be responsible.

This is exactly what he wants, Song Zhuo thought.

"My dear, I really want to stay with you longer, longer."

"Song Zhuochen, I love you."

"Me too. We agreed that we will meet again in the next life."

"Meeting each other is not enough, we have to love each other for all our lives."

Finally, that thread of love floated back to Si Mo's body. He leaned over and kissed Song Zhuochen on the face: "Thank you for your hard work. Wait for me to find you."

-

Si Mo extracted the soul from the original body. What he didn't notice was that after that, Song Zhuochen's body on the hospital bed also turned into a wisp of white mist and dissipated outside the world, drifting to an unknown place.

[Master Si, don't be too sad.] Tuanzi didn't know what to say to comfort him, but it seemed that nothing she said would have much effect on Si Mo now.

Si Mo dragged his tired body back to his sea of ​​consciousness, his emotions numb: "I want to recuperate for a while before going to the next plane. Please ask for leave for me."

【Okay, Chief. 】

Si Mo returned to Jiuqing Mountain and sat in the snow for a while. After so long, he almost forgot that he was a fox who liked the cold, because every year Song Zhuochen would hold his cold hand and say to him, "Mo Mo, it's too cold. Don't play in the snow. Go home and let your husband warm you up."

...

A silver psylocke flew over. It was a rare species to see in the flying snow.

Si Mo stretched out his hand, and the spirit butterfly gently landed on his fingertips.

As if it could sense his sadness, Lingdie shook off the powder on its body and flew around Si Mo. A tender pink peach petal fell on Si Mo's palm, which was out of tune with the endless white around it.

Si Mo looked at it for a long time and felt that the petals looked somewhat familiar.

It seems like the prosperous place I accidentally entered hundreds of years ago.

It was... where he and that guy started.

After the spirit butterfly disappeared, Si Mo held the petal in his palm.

After several days and nights, Tuanzi finally heard the call again -

【Let’s go to the next dimension. 】

[Okay, plane designation is loading——]