Tomb Raider: The Fox's Ways to Seducing the Kirin

After a long while, seeing that the boy was still in a low mood, Zhang Qiling changed the subject and asked, "What were we doing in the dream you saw?"

Cheng Ji: “…” You are bringing up something that is not relevant.

Seeing Cheng Ji still didn't speak, Zhang Qiling seemed to realize something. He pushed the boy against the windowsill, put his hands on his waist, and said in a cold voice with a fatal temptation to the boy: "Hmm? Baby."

Some people flirt without realizing it, and Zhang Qiling is probably one of them. He himself doesn't know how lethal this is, he just simply thinks that every time he says this, the boy almost always answers every question.

As expected, the boy blushed slightly at Zhang Qiling's teasing. He blurted out everything he could and couldn't say: "I dreamed that we lived together decades later, leading a normal life, just like now, and... at night, too."

Zhang Qiling looked at the boy's eyes, which gradually darkened, with a subtle danger in them, and then asked, "Is it the same behind?"

Cheng Ji's alarm bells rang in his heart, and he reflexively wanted to get out of Zhang Qiling's arms. But after trying for a long time without success, he gave up struggling, closed his eyes and nodded in despair.

After closing his eyes, he did not receive any reproach from Zhang Qiling. Instead, a warm hand came to his head and gently rubbed his hair, with tenderness in the action.

Zhang Qiling's cold and pleasant voice reached Cheng Ji's ears: "I'm here. You won't need illusions in the future."

Cheng Ji heard Zhang Qiling's subtext, opened his eyes, and climbed up Zhang Qiling's arm, which was wrapped around his smooth and strong arms. He curved his eyebrows and said, "Brother, are you telling me that I can do anything I want to do to you?"

Zhang Qiling nodded, and pulled down the boy's rebellious hand, held it in his own hand, and led it all the way to the bed, without paying attention to the nonsense that the boy occasionally said with ulterior motives.

Cheng Ji watched Zhang Qiling lead him to the bedside and pulled him to sit down. His mind instantly wandered to the Pacific Ocean. There was a hint of expectation in his tone that he himself did not even notice: "Brother, what are you going to do? Do you need me to lie down?"

"........."

Zhang Qiling looked at the little fox who was addicted to food. He was exhausted after running around for a few days, and his eyes were dark blue, but he still spoke a few dirty words from time to time to show off. He put his palm in front of the boy's eyes, and with the other hand, he gently pulled the boy down.

Because his eyes were covered, Cheng Ji saw darkness in front of him. He was stunned by Zhang Qiling's action. He was quiet for a moment, waiting for Zhang Qiling's next move.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Qiling did not make any other moves. He simply held him in his arms. When he noticed that the boy had calmed down, he gently took his hand off the boy's beautiful eyes, rested his chin on the forehead of a certain little fox, and whispered, "Sleep for a while."

How could it be his style to let such fat meat fly away as soon as it was right at his fingertips? Just as Cheng Ji was about to sit up and do something bad, Zhang Qiling's hand fell on someone's coccyx.

The most sensitive and vulnerable parts of the Qingqiu Nine-Tailed Clan members have fallen into the control of others. Now even the most dishonest people can stay quiet and allow themselves to be slaughtered without moving.

"sleep?"

Cheng Ji nodded in panic and said, "Sleep, sleep now!"

After hearing the young man's answer, Zhang Qiling's eyes showed a hint of satisfaction, but he still had no intention of moving his hand away.

Cheng Ji waited for a while, and found that the person in front of him still did not move. He raised his beautiful eyes and said through gritted teeth: "Brother, why are you still addicted to threats? Let go?"

Zhang Qiling was unmoved. He patted the boy's body with his other hand again and again, as if he was coaxing a child to sleep, and ignored what the boy had just said.

Seeing this, Cheng Ji leaned closer to Zhang Qiling's arms, raised his eyebrows, and deliberately added a hint of artificial charm in his tone: "Or..."

But before Cheng Ji could finish his words, Zhang Qiling touched the back of Fate's neck and asked again, "Sleep?"

"Sleep, sleep, sleep, I can do it myself, you don't need to do anything!"

Cheng Ji fell asleep quickly. After all, he had been busy for the past few days, avoiding Zhang Qishan's eyes and ears. He could not easily complain, nor could he easily use Fenghou Qimen. However, it was much easier to summon a dead body from underground in this world.

Because of the obvious characteristics of the four members of the Zhang family, several of them did not dare to take the train, so they had to take a car to return. Every time they passed by a place, they would rest for a long time and ask the local indigenous people underground about the situation.

After a few days of such hard work, even the strongest body could not withstand such excitement. The moment he stepped into the yard, the young man felt drowsy. If he had not been bewitched by Zhang Qiling just now, he would have fallen asleep long ago.

Seeing that the boy was fast asleep, Zhang Qiling stood up and tiptoed out the door. Before leaving, he took the blue iris that the boy had placed by the window with him.

When I came back, the flowers in my hand had disappeared, replaced by a basin of warm water and a towel.

He gently wrung out the excess water from the towel and simply wiped the boy's face with unusually gentle movements.

In later generations, it would be hard for anyone to imagine that Zhang Qiling, who was disabled in life and didn't understand love, could now take care of a young boy in every possible way.

After simply helping Cheng Ji take off his coat, wiping his body, and carefully covering the boy with a blanket, Zhang Qiling walked out again and gently closed the bedroom door for the boy who was still sleeping.

The person in the room was sleeping soundly, perhaps soothed by the cool fragrance of Zhang Qiling, which was like a snowy mountain. He slept very deeply and was not aware of what had just happened.

The person outside the house leaned against a tree, closed his eyes and rested, while listening to the reports and conversations of the four members of the Zhang family.

Zhang Rishan had wiped the cold sweat from his forehead for the eighth time. Why did Zhang Qishan feel that the person in front of him only had skills but no brains?

God knows what he went through in those short five minutes.

Five minutes ago, they were just about to go to the room pointed out by the little girl to rest, but as soon as they walked into the yard, they ran into Zhang Qiling, the head of the Zhang family, who had been waiting for them in the yard for a long time.

Zhang Qiling didn't say anything extra to them, and spoke briefly: "His purpose."

There was no subject, and it couldn't even be called a question, but they all understood it.

Zhang Rishan hesitated for a long time and did not speak immediately. In fact, he was conflicted inside. After all, Zhang Qishan had saved them, even if it was with a purpose, and he had indeed brought them out of that dangerous place, given them positions, and allowed them to break away from their secluded state and gradually become familiar with today's secular world.

But the Zhang family rules that are engraved in their bones cannot be erased. From the time they can remember, to their training, and then to their release into the wild, they have been told in every detail that the family rules must not be violated. The orders of the clan leader are death orders, and for the sake of the Zhang family, they cannot tolerate any regrets.

This is true for Zhang Rishan and other members of the Zhang family as well.

But there was one voice that stood out in the silence.

"I know something. Let me tell you."