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

The signing event lasted for an hour, and it was not until Si Mo himself showed up that everyone realized that the mysterious Bai Yu was the lover that Zou Yanzhi officially announced.

Those who had previously been pessimistic about the editor and Zou Yanzhi also shut up.

The most shocked were the people in the Muyun Literary Society, their former partners and colleagues who had lived together day and night...

Many people also wondered why such a great writer would take on another job, and they doubted his intentions...

But Si Mo didn't care about these things. He didn't care about them at all. He wanted to go back and accompany Zou Yanzhi.

A video was recorded at the entrance of the book signing event. The boy's clear voice came out. It was disguised very well, and there was no hint of forced laughter: "I'm here. I'm not late. I'm very obedient."

Second paragraph: "There were so many people, our books were next to each other, Zou Yanzhi, they were all our fans."

The third paragraph: "The staff took me in to prepare. They had expected that these people would be shocked. From now on, we will only receive blessings."

"..."

Perhaps because he was afraid that Zou Yanzhi would feel regretful if he couldn't experience the feeling of being there in person, Si Mo would record anything he thought was interesting and send it to him every few minutes.

Even if I haven't received a reply for a long time, I still enjoy it.

The small mobile phone in his hand became his spiritual support to keep going.

Because he knew that the person on the other end was his lover, and Zou Yanzhi had promised to wait for him and would not lie to him.

A staff member saw this and reminded him, "Mr. Bai Yu, the book signing is about to begin. Please turn off your entertainment products or mute the sound first."

Si Mo glanced at him, but in the end said nothing and stopped recording.

He told Zou Yanzhi: "There's an old man here who is very bad. He won't let me continue recording videos for you. It's so annoying."

"Just wait for me and I'll bring you something delicious."

But he didn't mute the phone, and put it aside with his phone turned upside down. If Zou Yanzhi replied, he would know immediately.

"Bai Yu, I like you so much! I didn't expect you to be..."

"Can we take a photo together..."

"Oh my god, you're actually so handsome in real life! Whoever said you'd lose in the spotlight? I'll spray him to death!! It's a pity that you're already taken..."

"Ah! Why is Dad wearing a diamond ring? Could it be that Master Zou has proposed to me?"

"No, no, it's a pity. It's not an early marriage, it's a match made in heaven!"

"God Zou is here today too, right? Why didn't I see him..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Mo Mo!!"

Bai Yu's high popularity made the atmosphere of the signing event similar to that of a fan meeting. Many people came to see his true appearance, and thirty-second autograph scripts were endless. Si Mo was like a robot, sitting there with a stern face, his expression never fluctuated, except for the last voice.

It's an acquaintance.

"You're really not nice enough! You didn't even tell me!?"

Si Mo raised his head and smiled calmly at Yu Yin: "Sister Yu Yin."

Yu Yin waved her hand: "Forget it, forget it. Just focus on your business. I won't take up any more of your time. Remember to meet me when you're done!"

There were people queuing behind her, so she waited for Si Mo to sign his name and then left with the book in her hand.

Meanwhile, in the hospital ward.

The blood slowly blooms like a bright rose on the white sheets, revealing the fragility and impermanence of life.

"Someone come to room seven! The patient has a heart attack..."

"Contact the family members quickly!!"

"Drip drip..."

Zou Yanzhi stared at the ceiling, his deep eyes gradually losing their luster, like two forgotten stars, hanging lonely in the dark night sky.

The figures running before my eyes kept changing, flashing by like a revolving lantern.

As the familiar white light in the dream expanded, a peaceful smile appeared on his face, as if to show the living that the end of life is not the end, but the beginning of another journey.

A dead leaf disappeared silently in the air in late autumn. In the daytime, a meteor streaked across the sun, brief but beautiful.

— —

Fifty-eight minutes, fifty-nine seconds.

In the end, Si Mo still failed to get any news from Zou Yanzhi.

For some reason, he felt a palpitation in his heart. The surging excitement in his chest seemed to swallow up his entire body.

It was an indescribable panic. Before his head could react, his body had already done so.

Si Mo heard the people around him shouting in surprise: "Teacher? Why are you... crying?" In front of him, a pair of hands hurriedly handed him a tissue.

Did he cry?

He raised his hand and gently wiped his chin, feeling the moist touch.

At this time, the staff's loudspeaker reminded in the noisy venue: "Attention! There is only one minute left before the signing event ends. Readers who haven't signed yet should hurry up! Those at the back should move forward, be careful not to step on others..."

The long line before now only had a few people left. The girl sitting opposite Si Mo seemed to be frightened by his tears. After signing her name, she stood up worriedly, looking back every few steps.

the last one.

Si Mo's hand holding the pen trembled slightly, but he still didn't look up.

"Hello."

A cool and gentle voice came faintly from above my head, like the sound of a mountain spring.

The crowd around the venue unconsciously gave up their seats in the center, all observing this noble man whose beauty was beyond mortal realm.

Like countless book lovers before him, the man slowly spread out the cover of the book in his hand, pressed his slender jade-like fingers against it, and pushed it forward slightly. He was so contented that it seemed as if he was holding a chess piece between his knuckles.

Suddenly, a glimpse of sandy red passed by Si Mo's peripheral vision, and his breath stagnated. The man had a red rope tied around his wrist, which was faintly glowing.

The tip of the pen spread the ink on the paper. Si Mo had a blank expression on his face and blinked slowly.

Sitting on the chair, his hands had whitened knuckles from exerting too much force, and he looked like a silent sculpture.

"Teacher Si, you made my book dirty."

The man spoke again, his naturally lazy tone rising at the end, but his words and actions were not consistent at all. Not only did he not have the slightest intention of blaming, but his eyes were slightly raised, and the teasing smile had an intoxicating magic.

A certain stretch in Si Mo's body seemed to have finally been activated and awakened. He could faintly hear himself raising his head, the arc of his neck, and the creaking sound in his bones.

Just one glance, and it lasts forever.

Xuan Qi...he is back.

Little fox, it's me.

He said, "Go home."

It is hard to say where exactly "home" is. Perhaps a more accurate way to put it is: Come back to me.

.........

Half an hour after the event ended, Si Mo felt as if he was in a dream.

He didn't even know what to say. He and Xuan Qi always maintained a polite yet distant attitude towards each other. The two of them seemed like they had just met, but also like familiar strangers.

"Hey. Si Mo."

Gu Jiayan's voice was so hoarse that he could only hold his wrists tightly, trying his best to suppress his overwhelming emotions, biting his lower lip until it bled.

"Are you... done?"

"Well, let me tell you something."

"..."

"Please accept my condolences. We are his closest relatives. We must hold on and take care of his funeral affairs."

After saying the last sentence, Gu Jiayan had already exhausted all his strength. His legs softened and he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and he slid to the ground along the cold tiles of the hospital.

It was hard to tell whether he said it just to comfort Si Mo or whether he was speaking it for himself.

Will hold up.

After hanging up the phone, Si Mo turned his head, his eyes reddened uncontrollably, and his mouth turned down sadly. The first sentence he said to Xuan Qi today was: "...He's dead."

"He... Zou, Zou Yan knows him..." Tears welled up in Si Mo's eyes and a painful sob came from his throat, as if it was a reflection of his inner struggle.

Xuan Qi's eyelashes drooped, staring at the tears that gathered on the back of his hand and then slid down, his fingertips trembling slightly. The next moment, he hugged Si Mo in his arms with heartache.

That time he lay in his arms, unable to control his emotions any more, and burst into tears, as if he wanted to let all his tears run dry, to let out all the pain, sadness, and longing that he couldn't express.

It was the stage when the divine power was unstable. Finally, Si Mo was tired of crying and gradually lost his voice. He just fell asleep in the arms of someone.

The fox god Bai Xue's ears lay softly on top of his head, looking so well behaved that someone would want to stretch out their evil hands to rub them.

However, Xuan Qi just sighed, and without waking him up, he pointed with his fingertips: "Are you stupid?"

The little fox's love has been gathered, and when his last wisp of soul returns to his body, it carries with it the blood of his lover.

Xuan Qi stretched out two fingers and touched Si Mo's forehead. His divine power circulated, and the soft light enveloped him and seeped into him bit by bit.

The fox ears on Si Mo's head disappeared instantly, his divine power stabilized to normal levels, and even his breathing became steady.

…………

One month later.

"Remember not to run around. Your body hasn't fully recovered yet. Once you're done..."

"After finishing things here, I have to go back to Liuli Huan Swamp for retreat and recuperation. It will take Jiuwei ten years to recover to 90% of his ability!" Si Mo ran down the stairs from the second floor barefoot, reciting Xuan Qi's next words word for word as if he were reciting a poem.

"Don't waste your time, old man. How many times have you said these words? Do you want me to call you old lady from now on?"

Si Mo raised his head and looked at the people upstairs, sticking out his tongue, with an expression that said, "I'm just cheating and you can't do anything to me."

A hint of coldness flashed across Xuan Qi's eyes, and he said meaningfully, "Put on your shoes."

A cool breeze blew, and Si Mo looked around to confirm that the windows were closed. He met Xuan Qi's eyes again and shrank his neck: "...Oh."

He came down from upstairs carrying a pair of slippers and placed them at Si Mo's feet. Only after he saw him put them on did his expression ease a little.

Si Mo lowered his eyes, lifted his two feet in place, looked at the plush fox logo on it, and complained in his heart: "It's so ugly." But he didn't dare to say it out loud.

After all, this was personally chosen by their Lord God, so one can only say that his taste in beauty is somewhat worrying.

Xuan Qi crossed his long legs and patted the side of the sofa. His tone was unquestionable and sounded like an order: "Come here."

Si Mo walked over, raised his chin, and looked at him asking, "What are you doing?"

"Kiss me." He said, tapping his lips.

"...Is this your attitude when asking for help?" Si Mo put his hands on his hips and glared at him with an unconvinced look on his face.

"Hey, baby, wife, little fox, kiss me~~"

The Lord God, who is a master of thousands of coquettish attacks, has mastered the art of acting like a spoiled child. He has all the memories of his past lives, so he naturally knows what methods can make Si Mo blush and his heart beat fast.

He watched Si Mo go from being shy to deliberately concealing his feelings, with his eyes wandering around, and he suddenly became distracted.

"Eh, that's so corny!" Si Mo frowned in a pretentious manner. As expected, he said disdainfully, but his actions showed that he was walking straight ahead: "Your face is really not suitable for being coquettish."

He sat astride Xuan Qi, pinched his slightly cool white jade earlobe, and lowered his head to peck him on the lips.

As the tip of his tongue brushed across the corner of his lips, Si Mo felt as if he tasted a hint of sweetness - it was grape jelly!

Xuan Qi imitated what he had done before, deftly pushing the candy into Si Mo's mouth. His hand touched something unknown, and Si Mo felt his waist soften and his tailbone instantly go numb. He subconsciously pinched the clothes of the person under him.

His ears were so red that they looked as if blood was dripping from them.

The two figures overlapped under the light, and their lingering affection quietly ran out, spreading to every corner of the house, and wrinkling the fabric of the leather sofa.

ding dong ding dong --

The doorbell rang for a long time before Si Mo suddenly came to his senses. He pushed Xuan Qi away and warned him with his eyes not to make a sound.

After tidying himself up a bit, he took two deep breaths and went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, it was Gu Jiayan who looked obviously better than a month ago.

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Sorry, I originally wanted to end this chapter, but now it seems that it may take another chapter == wait!!