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

It turned out that everything was not just his illusion.

"You mean, you like me?"

Si Mo stared into his eyes without blinking, but his tone was very firm: "I like it."

It's the kind of liking that is pure in nature, putting aside all interests and purposes.

"God Zou, do you want to try it with me?"

Zou Yanzhi obviously didn't expect Si Mo to bring it up so frankly and boldly, and was stunned for a long time. Try it, it means a normal relationship between lovers.

But they had not known each other for long, or maybe Si Mo had known him for a long time and had a crush on him, but he knew very little about Si Mo. So they probably didn't have much affection for each other.

Could it be that they are not a couple, but a friend who came to you on his own initiative?

Wouldn't it be too hasty and unfair to him to agree to this?

But if he refused, Zou Yanzhi would feel reluctant. He couldn't deny that he was actually interested in Si Mo.

Otherwise, I wouldn't, just thinking about that scene at night makes me unable to suppress my sexual desire...

Just an interest of this nature, is it sex or love?

As he was thinking, he didn't realize how brilliant his expression was. This made Si Mo laugh out loud:

"Do you have to be so conflicted about whether or not to date me?" The young man had a bright smile on his face, and his two neat white canine teeth shone like diamonds: "God Zou, believe me, it's fun to be with me."

After saying that, Si Mo gave Zou Yanzhi a playful wink.

It seemed as if what they were talking about was not some major life event, but more like a game that could be stopped at any time.

Zou Yanzhi was much more relaxed. It seemed that... he was not taking it too seriously.

After coming to this conclusion, Zou Yanzhi felt much less guilty.

Only Si Mo knew that he was not joking with Zou Yanzhi... and was even more serious than ever.

Zou Yanzhi was a casual person to begin with, and he didn't have much time left, so it would be nice to indulge himself and have a romance before he died.

Then, the man's dark and bright eyes also became firm. He leaned back, and his usual calmness and self-control returned:

"Okay, let's try it then."

"But let me make it clear in advance that the real me may not be as good as you imagine."

Except for attending online literary conferences and needing to appear to receive awards, Zou Yanzhi rarely goes out. He doesn’t have many opportunities to show his face, and people are more familiar with his works online.

Although he had heard some rumors, Zou Yanzhi's fans said that he was the most suitable male model in the online literature world and the best writer among male models.

……

I'm afraid that the editor in front of me has deified him in his heart based on his works. This is commonly known as the filter that fans have for their idols.

In order to avoid hurting others and himself, Zou Yanzhi had to speak the truth first, even though it was not so pleasant to hear.

It was a foregone conclusion that he would not have much time left, and between choosing to die peacefully and leisurely or letting another person into his life in the last moments of his life, he was taking a gamble. He was taking a gamble with his life.

"If we find that our personalities are not compatible, I hope you can leave on your own accord. It's better for everyone to avoid unnecessary entanglement."

"We haven't even started yet, how do you know we're not suitable? Does Zou Shen have no confidence in me or in himself?" Si Mo said, "No one knows better than me whether you are good or not."

Zou Yanzhi: "..."

"I didn't say that." Since Si Mo was so confident, he stopped talking nonsense.

"Okay, let's get to know each other again." Zou Yanzhi stretched out his hand, his brows tinged with a bit of solemnity, "Zou Yanzhi, your boyfriend."

At the moment their palms touched, perhaps Zou Yanzhi himself could not have predicted so many things would happen later. If he could do it again, he thought, he might not agree to Si Mo's request for love.

—

Just like the plot in many novels where the couple gets married first and then falls in love, the trial period of their relationship officially begins.

Although sometimes Si Mo always creates surprises or shocks that he can't imagine, including but not limited to:

"Are you sure you have to?"

"Of course, hurry up!"

"Si Mo, how old are you?"

"Zou Yanzhi, you are really lazy."

"..."

After much stubbornness, a famous writer named Zou finally couldn't resist her boyfriend and was half-dragged into a black over-the-knee windbreaker and walked out the door holding hands.

Si Mo turned around and looked at him leisurely, nodded, and commented objectively: "Not bad, very handsome, I have a good eye."

After being stuffed into the car, Zou Yanzhi, who hadn't been out of this area for a long time, squinted his eyes uncomfortably, his face was so cold that there was no need to turn on the air conditioner in the car:

"It's fine at home, why do we have to go out together? Going to the mall, do you like wasting time like this?"

Si Mo put the car in gear and tilted his head to say, "I'm doing this for your own good. You're almost out of touch with society! Besides, the vegetables at home are almost gone, we have to buy some more."

Zou Yanzhi was originally very pale, and after he fell ill, most of the color on his face faded. He also stayed at home all day. How was he any different from a vampire hiding at home?

"You can have groceries delivered to your door, there's no need..."

Halfway through his words, Si Mo slammed on the brakes and glared at him. If eyes could be used as knives, Zou Yanzhi's vocal cords in his throat would have been pierced.

"…You're right. We should go out more often."

Si Mo then turned his head contentedly and hummed softly through his nose.

When the vehicle drove to the garage next to the shopping mall, none of them noticed the gradually darkening color of the sky. The air in South City is always humid and sultry. As soon as people go out, the invisible dense network in the air wrapped in water vapor hits their faces. Zou Yanzhi frowned even deeper.

"You can choose whatever you want. Use my card." When Zou Yanzhi reached the entrance, he saw the sparse crowd in front of him and felt like escaping from the world. He took out his cell phone from his coat pocket and gave it to him: "The password is six zeros. I won't--"

Si Mo pressed his wrist and said without hesitation: "Let's go together!"

"I……"

"Please, just keep me company." Si Mo did not give him time to hesitate. He shook his fingers under his clothes and softened his tone. "Okay?"

He knew how to control Zou Yanzhi.

Sure enough, when this intimate act was exposed in public, Zou Yanzhi instinctively straightened his body, his eyes flickered over the people around him, and a faint red appeared on his ears.

"Okay, I'll come with you...let go."

"No," the boy went even further, squeezing his fingers under his sleeves one by one, and finally interlocking his fingers with Zou Yanzhi as he wished: "We are in an open and aboveboard relationship, not an affair, why should we avoid it?"

Zou Yanzhi's originally cold hands gradually returned to normal temperature because of the warmth transmitted by Si Mo.