Escape BOSS is always fattening me [Infinite Stream]

Draas kept observing Chen Nian's expression while speaking.

But the young man lying on the bed didn't show any anger or astonishment at being offended, but just let the other person's head be buried on his neck, obediently and outrageously.

"I'm not running."

Chen Nian shrugged his shoulders as if dodging, while muttering, he turned his head and stared at the platinum-blond head in front of him.

In fact, that sentence was just casual talk.

Even if he really wanted to run, he couldn't run anywhere under the current situation.

It would be better to paint a little turtle on Dellas's face.

The young man moved his fingers, as if he was full of interest in his idea.

Staring at the sudden flash of excitement in his shining eyes, Dellas straightened his back slightly, and he rested his head in front of the young man, curiously asking: "What are you thinking?"

The lazy tone of the man's ending made Chen Nian's ears hidden behind his hair start to turn red again.Shrugging his shoulders and trying to brush away the hairy head, the young man deliberately tilted his head and said, "Well... I won't tell you."

Fortunately, Draas didn't intend to explore further, seeing that he didn't want to talk, so he changed the subject.

"Does it hurt?" The hand on Chen Nian's knee has slowly moved to the young man's waist at some point. Through the light fabric of the clothes, Drass added to Chen Nian's suspicious gaze, "After the medicine expired last time, your legs should not be very comfortable."

The last potion?

Chen Nian listened in a daze, recalling when he drank the potion in his mind.

If vegetable juice can be counted, then he forced to drink it at the last meal.

As for the actual potion...

Then it can only be traced back to the previous copy, the bottle of potion that transformed fish tails into legs.

Thinking of this, Chen Nian adjusted his body, met Dellas' dark gaze, and then couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"You remembered." He said in surprise.

The man on top of him still looked dignified and mysterious, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Yes." He let go of Chen Nian's wrist, and his fingers passed through the young man's soft hair, and then fell to the back of his neck.

He remembered.

The memories that were forcibly locked by An Heming were unlocked one by one in his sleep just now.

Countless fragments and memories are like the water flow after the gate is opened, and they return to their original positions in the mind quickly and swiftly.

The eyes that were formed by coagulated blood calmly and gently fell on Chen Nian's face, but the young man's expression did not reveal the slightest surprise except for the surprise just now.

After a while, Draas finally sighed, and finally held the back of the young man's head sullenly, lowered his head and took another bite on Chen Nian's mouth.

"Little liar." He sighed, "Why are you so heartless."

This youth is His.

No matter before or now, and no matter whether he has memory or not, Chen Nian is always the most unique and the easiest person to fall in love with.

The light red on her cheeks hadn't completely faded away, and not long after, a new round of redness began to appear on her skin.

The unfamiliar soft touch on the mouth was a little subtle, but before Chen Nian came back to his senses, the man forcefully pried his lips open again.

"Well!"

A hand covered his eyes, and the sheets on the bed were twisted and wrinkled by both hands.

The normally soft young man lay on his back on the bed, blinking his wet eyes with helplessness that almost overflowed.

To die.

Not only was kissed again.

Also cried.

Chen Nian covered his face with his hands, mourning his own reaction in his heart.

Then, he tried to calm down the faster and faster heartbeat in his chest, while thinking feebly about the current situation.

It seems that I am not straight anymore.

Chen Nian was thinking in distress, and slowly imagined that a wire was dented into a paper clip in his mind.

The young man in his arms suddenly arched several times, and Draas obediently helped him to sit up, patted his back, and waited patiently for his subsequent reaction.

Although I have never actually experienced such a situation.

But Draas also knew it was time not to push people too hard.

"What do you mean?" Fortunately, Chen Nian finally regained his senses, he turned his head and glanced quietly, and asked softly.

A familiar breath fell on the back of his neck, with slender platinum blonde hair close to his face.

"Little liar," he heard Draas say, "you know."

The rhythm of the heartbeat missed a few beats, Chen Nian pursed his mouth and did not answer, but the movement of his fingers on the corners of his clothes continued to increase.

"I..." He slowly spit out a word, but did not say the next answer.

Chen Nian is not wood.

Of course he knew what the other party meant.

However, he didn't know what kind of response he should make.

The definition of the word "like" is elusive.

Chen Nian has never fantasized about his future life. Because of his health, the Chen family has always hoped that the youngest son will be happy and safe.

So he couldn't tell whether his favor for Draas was a temporary impulse or a long-term security.

Coupled with the issue of Dellas' identity, Chen Nian couldn't make his final decision for a while.

"I don't know." He whispered the answer.

The man's eyes were still the same color as before, but the curvature of the corner of his mouth was a little lower.

"fine."

Draas knew what his well-behaved little prey was thinking, and he also knew that he had woven a big net for people before and after amnesia.

Anyway, can't escape.

It's just a question of when the network will be closed sooner or later.

The hair on his head was rubbed, and the next moment, Chen Nian, who was still a little depressed, was dragged up from the bed by the man.

"Can you draw?" The man's topic changed quickly.

Chen Nian heard that there was no strange emotion in his tone, so he put down his hands on his face and replied, "A little bit."

The sun outside the house had already risen from the top of the hill, and the jet-lagged little cat in the corridor finally threw down the crow in front of him.

Dellas took Chen Nian along the lonely corridor.

The young man's eyes fell on his crossed hands, his eyelashes trembled, and he wanted to withdraw his hand subconsciously.

But he had just started to exert strength, but Draas held him tighter one step ahead.

"Your teammates are smart."

The studio door opened automatically.

Draas looked at the canvas on the wall, narrowed his eyes and said, "It's a pity that I'm about to die."

This time, regardless of his unilateral embarrassment, Chen Nian suddenly raised his head, tugged at the other party's hand, and asked, "Who?"

Dellas: "Fang Li."

That's a nice girl.

After all, as one of the participants who created this game, Fang Li's strength far exceeds what she has shown so far.

No wonder An Heming didn't touch her.

Two familiar names came out of Draas' mouth respectively, but even though the other party spoke Chinese, Chen Nian suspected that he didn't understand.

Chen Nian asked in surprise, "Is Fang Li that good?"

"The group of people who entered the game to maintain it, none of them are not good." Draas explained.

"Otherwise, after her sanity cleared, she would have gone crazy long ago."

Silently digesting the news to himself, Chen Nian wrinkled his face and thought about a fact again.

He really is the hottest one in the team.

Draas could see Chen Nian's thoughts from the expression on his face at a glance.

So the man lightly pinched his nose and guided him, "You are the only one who can draw here."

Looking past the prototype sketched in pencil on the canvas, Chen Nian glared angrily, making it clear that he didn't believe in the consolation of men.

But Draas placed the pen that appeared in his hand out of thin air in the palm of the young man, and he said seriously: "Trust me."

[Don't block the author from having something to say!I posted more than 1000 words of the Western Fantasy version of the Qixi Festival~]

【Hope everyone enjoys eating~~】

The author has something to say: the white holy robe with gold trim is thrown on the ground, and the young man kneels in the center of the church with his back straight.

Light and shadow fell between the golden hair of the Holy Son through the colorful glass, and finally turned into fragmented light spots in front of the tall and solemn statue.

Chen Nian sang complicated language in his mouth, he opened his eyes and stood up slowly, and finally bent down facing the statue with his hands clasped together.

This is what the Son must do every day.

Solemn and grand.

But extremely boring.

The young Son maintained the expression on his face until he walked out of the church under the watchful eyes of the bishop, and then he was relieved.

Chen Nian slowed down and turned his head quietly to look through the crack of the door. After making sure that the believers and the bishop were still praying in the church, he immediately ran to his room.

The Son's bedroom is the closest to the back garden and the farthest from the church.

It is said that such an arrangement was decided by the builder at that time because he felt that the Holy Son should remain mysterious.

Purely stupid decision.

Chen Nian rolled his eyes blankly, and felt that because of this long and winding road, he lost a lot of time for sleeping in every morning.

At least 10 minutes!

This is the average number that Chen Nian calculated with aggrieved heart when he went to the church to pray countless times.

The veil in the corridor kept floating, and the sudden wind made Chen Nian bury his head in the furry hood.He couldn't help speeding up his pace, missing his warm hut very much.

Chen Nian grew up in the church.

The current cardinal has even raised him by being both a father and a mother.

The Son was well protected.

So when he returned to his room and was about to close the door and take the time to get back to sleep, his happy mood suddenly fell to the bottom.

Chen Nian looked at the black-haired man sitting at the table, only feeling the other's gaze on him, which made him shudder.

"Back?" The Dark God raised his eyes, his tone neither happy nor angry.He tried his best to cast a small spell to open the door behind him, but just halfway through the spell in his heart, he stood up in the dark and dragged the little Shengzi over with his scarf.

"I didn't do it on purpose last time." Chen Nian lowered his head and whispered.

The God of Darkness pinched his chin and said darkly, "Then you did it on purpose."

Now the Holy Son couldn't hold back anymore, he bent down and slipped out of the opponent's confinement, then grabbed the plush bear on the table and threw it at the man's face.

"You're talking nonsense." Little Shengzi fished the fluffy rabbit from the bed again, as if about to throw it over, "I came back here as soon as I woke up, how could I have the strength..."

Little Shengzi's cheeks became more and more red, and his aura became weaker and weaker, but he still puffed up and said: "I think it's you, a scumbag, who will lose it when he sleeps."

Chen Nian was also angry.

I think he signed some unknown contract with the God of Darkness because of a mission when he was a child, and the other party used this to hide his aura and came to the church from time to time.

Even a few days ago, he fooled himself into bed.

Little Shengzi turned his head and desperately let himself lose the previous picture. He grabbed the fluffy rabbit in his arms and complained: "Who told you not to come to me."

He thought he had been waiting here for several days, but when he saw that the God of Darkness hadn't come, he was so angry that he directly asked the bishop for a small object for self-defense.

But unexpectedly, the dark god who wanted to climb the window the next night turned into a little black snake with its mana imprisoned.

I was almost caught by the cook to make soup.

Miserable or he is miserable.

The Dark God didn't want to blame Chen Nian at first, so when he saw the little Shengzi's eyes were red, he threw his anger far away.

He took out the fluffy rabbit from the arms of the little saint, and hugged him in his arms to comfort him.

By the way, a restriction was set up for this room.

So comforting and comforting, he pressed the person on the bed again.

Chen Nian was immediately passed out by the kiss, and he didn't even know when the clothes on his body were untied.

But just as his legs were gently separated, he was startled awake by a cold touch on his legs.

Little Shengzi pushed the man's chest with his hand, and covered the approaching face of the dark god with one hand.He tremblingly lowered his head, only to see the thick/strong snake tail spreading from the bed to the ground, and even the tip of the tail was still swaying left and right under his gaze.

All came out with phantoms.

The next day, the little Shengzi dragged his exhausted body while clutching his buttocks.

With a firm tone and gritted teeth, he asked the bishop for a pack of realgar.

Damn.

Let's hurt each other.

So that night, Xiao Shengzi cried hoarsely, and crawled with his arms to get away, but was dragged back by his waist.

Afterwards, the Dark God expressed his satisfaction, and planned to give Bishop's Realgar a five-star praise and a thousand-word essay as a rainbow fart.

感谢在2020-08-2403:53:42~2020-08-2604:14:51期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Gu Hexi 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 5 bottles of ouroboros; 1 bottle of talking and laughing;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!