The male protagonist tricked me

The heart-piercing pain was concentrated on the heart, and it suddenly spread to the limbs and bones as if struck by lightning.

Song Ao couldn't help snorting, and opened his eyes with great difficulty.

Strange, he was obviously stabbed in the heart, but now it's his body that hurts, his whole body seems to have been run over by a car, especially the waist, abdomen and buttocks...

The unbearable pain made him try to change his posture to make himself more comfortable, but when he moved his body, he realized that there was another arm around his waist.

Or to be more precise, that hand was tightly wrapped around his waist, close to his skin.

Song Ao was stunned, and turned around enduring the pain in his body, and met Jiang Heng's dark eyes.

He blinked in a daze, reading many emotions from Jiang Heng's eyes.

Just before he opened his eyes, he was still looking at them.

However, the difference is that although the eyes in front of him are confused, puzzled, and vigilant, they also have concern and love that cannot be concealed.

Song Ao thought, although he didn't know why he came to this world and why he forgot everything in the past, but this was a gift from God to him.

He suddenly smiled in relief, reached out and stroked Jiang Heng's face lightly.

This is something he has thought about thousands of times, but never realized, and they still...

Thinking of what happened on this big bed, Song Ao felt a little shy.

However, the two faced each other sincerely, and there was nowhere to hide, so he simply moved his body and shrank down, pressing his cheek to Jiang Heng's chest to listen to his heartbeat.

Jiang Heng's body obviously stiffened for a moment, but then he immediately tightened his hands around Song Ao's waist, but he still said, "You were the one who seduced me first."

Song Ao laughed softly, his voice muffled in his chest, and there was a slight vibration, and he rubbed the skin contact of the two of them lightly.

"Well, it's my fault." He admitted generously.

Such a direct and straightforward answer caught Jiang Heng by surprise. He was used to Song Ao's avoidance and vague resistance to him. Even though the two had had the most in-depth communication just now, he did not believe it Song Ao will open his heart to him.

But at this moment... Feeling the real person in his arms, Jiang Heng closed his eyes again, and the tension in his voice relaxed a bit, but the stubbornness in it was still full, "You still owe me an explanation."

"I know." Song Ao sighed, and the faint smile on his lips was completely put away, "It's just that I haven't fully figured out what's going on..."

Jiang Heng didn't speak any more, just fell asleep with his arms around Song Ao.

This was the first time since he came into contact with the name "Song Ao", he had a good night's sleep without being troubled by nightmares or being disturbed by others.

This whole Monday was considered a waste, and when Song Ao woke up after getting enough sleep, although he still felt very tired physically, his spirit was much better.

He always felt that he seemed to grasp something in the crack of the world. Although he still couldn't figure out what the relationship between the two worlds was, since he saw the existence of the other world, Song Ao became more and more sure of himself. It should have been the Song Ao from the Four Doors Song Mansion, not the editor Song Ao.

His life in this world has always been like a mirror, like a floating duckweed, he can never find his home, and he always has a slight or heavy sense of distance from others. He has big ups and downs.

Originally, Song Ao thought that the reason for all this was his own, and it was because of his indifference to the world that it was so.

But now that this layer of "mirror" has been broken, his current life is more like a fiction.

Those who can never remember the past, friends with blurred faces, the editor-in-chief and colleagues who often can't even remember their names...

Compared with his overly meticulous understanding and intuition of the book "King of the Star Sea", it highlights how carelessly he lives in this world.

He is like a walking dead who has lost his memory and emotion, lost his soul but does not know it yet, but now, he is awake and alive.

It was already afternoon when the two woke up again, Jiang Heng went downstairs to buy some food, Song Ao got up and cleaned up the room for the time being.

After Song Ao remade the bed and got dressed again, Jiang Heng came back with some snacks.

These snacks looked like they were bought casually at the nearest roadside stall, and Jiang Heng, who was in a suit and leather shoes, looked very out of place.

However, his hair was very disheveled, and his collar was not buttoned properly. Compared with the social elite, he was a bit more decadently beautiful.

The two looked at each other, and a somewhat ambiguous and charming atmosphere flowed in the air.

However, soon the two of them looked away unnaturally, as if they both felt embarrassed for themselves.

They clearly had the closest relationship ever, but emotionally they were still very distant.

It's as if this intimate relationship did not come from their own thoughts, but a cry and call from the soul beyond the control of the body.

Song Ao turned around and went to the kitchen to get two sets of bowls and chopsticks. He couldn't help but think in his heart—if Jiang Heng didn't think of everything like him, and all his actions were based on physical instinct... Does that mean that, in fact, Before, Jiang Heng had also treated him...

Song Ao's heart beat.

If... If this Jiang Heng really felt that he couldn't help but want to get closer to him, then maybe he could abandon that world and stay here with this Jiang Heng forever?

After all, compared to the real Jiang Heng, what is in front of him now is a Jiang Heng who has never suffered those injuries, and who has never had pain marks in his body and mind...

For some reason, this idea suddenly popped up in Song Ao's heart, and it made his heart flutter.

Compared with the interstellar era of the Xialu Empire, the world they are in now has neither expanded the interstellar nor been able to cultivate and become stronger, but it is relatively more peaceful and peaceful, allowing people to be able to live in the gap between busy daily life. Experience the world of happiness.

This is not something to be ashamed of, on the contrary, it is a kind of calm that is desirable.

They can completely abandon their past grievances, bid farewell to those painful pasts, and embrace a brand new life.

This thought frantically circled in Song Ao's mind, filling his mind.

If he can, then he can get a new life here and live a completely different life from the past.

"Song Ao." Just as Song Ao's thoughts couldn't help wandering crazily on this idea, Jiang Heng in the living room called him back to God with a cold call.

There was some urging in Jiang Heng's tone, Song Ao clearly just said to go to the kitchen to get the bowls and chopsticks, but why did it take so long?

Song Ao's breath was stagnant, he shook his head, took the bowls and chopsticks and walked back to the living room, handed one of the bowls and chopsticks to Jiang Heng, pursed the corners of his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Seeing his hesitant expression, Jiang Heng lowered his eyelashes to hide the deep thought in his eyes, and asked calmly, "So, what explanation do you owe me?"

Song Ao was taken aback, and replied hastily, "I... I'm not sure either."

He suddenly struggled frantically in his heart.

If he keeps this selfishness and doesn't tell Jiang Heng everything, and he doesn't touch, think about, or read anything about "The King of the Star Sea", will he and Jiang Heng be able to live together in this world? Have a peaceful life that no longer requires bloody storms and intrigues?

The balance in Song Ao's heart began to tilt, and even some invisible villain kept adding weight to this side

You are dead, even if you tell Jiang Heng everything, besides making him hate you, is there any other effect?

The timeline of that world keeps getting worse and worse, and you can't save everything, there's no point in going back.

And the important thing is that although that Jiang Heng may have even a little love for you, he hates you even more, because he killed you with his own hands.

He killed you with his own hands.

He killed you with his own hands.

"I..." Song Ao's heart trembled suddenly, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he looked up at Jiang Heng.

At this time, Jiang Heng also raised his eyes, and his eyes met him in the air.

Song Ao dropped the chopsticks in his hand, looking into Jiang Heng's eyes, his heart was full of bitterness and struggle.

As if he also tasted his unusually complicated mood, Jiang Heng frowned slightly, his voice sank a bit, and said in a very firm tone: "If you don't tell me, you will regret it."

Song Ao's heart drum was hammered heavily by his words, the roaring sound resounded from the atrium of his heart, and his ears were also buzzing, as if the sound of the whole world became unclear.

The Jiang Heng in front of him and the Jiang Heng who questioned himself on the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood slowly overlapped - the same eyebrows, similar tone, even though they have experienced completely different lives, they are still the same Jiang Heng, that is the change of time and space In everything, nothing has changed, it belongs to Jiang Heng's soul.

He is like a scar engraved on the tip of Song Ao's heart. It seems to have healed, but just a little touch can still cause heart-pounding pain.

Those extremely indifferent words seemed to still be lingering in his ears—"You owe me, the empire owes me, and the heavens owe me."

If he could go back to the beginning, he chose Jiang Heng and stood with Jiang Heng, would he not have come to the final ending?

Song Ao closed his eyes and let out a long sigh, as if he wanted to vent the depression in his chest!

When he opened his eyes again, there was already a tranquility in his eyes.

That is the composure after going through the storm, the equanimity that is ready to meet all the results.

At most, it was just to pay Jiang Heng another life. How could he, Song Ao, be afraid? !

Once, he had no choice.

Now, since he was given a chance, he should not let Jiang Heng, himself, or the people down, let alone ask Jiang Heng to let the world down in the future.

"Do you believe... past life, present life, or, time travel?" Song Ao asked.

This seems to be an irrelevant question, and it is very abrupt.Even if Song Ao's job is an editor, it is understandable that he has too many brains, but it is indeed a bit rude.

However, meeting Song Ao's extremely serious eyes, Jiang Heng put down the chopsticks in his hand.

He didn't know why, but he had an almost blind sense of closeness and trust towards Song Ao in his heart, "If you tell me, I will choose to believe it."

Song Ao looked into Jiang Heng's eyes. It was the first time Jiang Heng said that they were friends. There was a hidden light in those eyes.

He turned on the phone, opened the reading software and handed it to Jiang Heng, "This starts with "The King of the Star Sea"..."

The author has something to say: The last chapter was indeed a stab, and this chapter is indeed a stab, Yuanmu.JPG But it is not a story of an orthodox timeline after all, so it can’t be regarded as a do, um, meditation.JPG