pure white believer

Nan Ting kissed without any skill at all.It's not so much a kiss as it is rubbing each other's face.

Rubbed twice, but did not get a response, the person in front of him still stood quietly, motionless.So he stopped and looked at each other with some anxiety.

Then Wen Zhen raised his hand, gently separating him from himself.

"Are you still awake?" The hand waved in front of his face, "Do you know me?"

Nan Ting hesitated, bit his lip unconsciously, and thought in a daze, why it didn't work because he had already kissed the other party.

How to alleviate the symptoms of differentiation period?Don't all humans do that, kissing?

So I asked, with a bit of grievance in my tone: "Why, it's useless..."

As he said that, he let go of his hand, took two steps back in frustration, walked back with his head down, hit the wall and fell down naturally, and was stopped by a pair of hands again.

"Cheer up." Wen Zhen lifted him up, "It's just estrus, it's not a terminal illness."

Nan Ting did not answer him.

Wen Zhen didn't know if he was particularly vulnerable during this period, because he could feel the trembling of the person in his hand, the shattered breath, and the whole person's mood was very low, with his eyes closed, as if he was on the verge of coma.

This is not consistent with his usual cognition, after all, other people will appear to be hyperactive during similar periods.

So Wen Zhen stretched out his hand and touched Nan Ting's face.The original intention was to comfort, but I didn't expect to touch the water with one hand.

This time he couldn't hold back and laughed out loud: "Why are you still crying?"

Nan Ting shook his head.

It took a while to realize that he was shaking his head in the dark, and the other party was invisible.

"Is it hard?"

No.

In fact, Nan Ting couldn't tell whether he was afraid or sad.He just leaned against the wall, closed his eyes, and wept silently.

But he only had time to be sad for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes again, and was forced to speak, with a little panic in his tone: "What, what's wrong?"

His thoughts turned very slowly, and he only had time to grab Wen Zhen's outstretched hand.

"nothing."

Wen Zhen stretched out his other hand, and opened his fingers one by one.

Having lost the strength to support, Nan Ting could only slide crookedly along the wall.He didn't have any strength in his whole body, he could only watch as Wen Zhen clutched his wrist, grasped both hands together, and then lifted the hem of his clothes.

He's even in pajamas.

Nan Ting was forced to stop crying.He couldn't help getting nervous, and asked again: "What's wrong?"

"Why are you so nervous." Wen Zhen asked back, "Isn't it uncomfortable? Let me teach you how not to feel uncomfortable."

"...?"

Nan Ting was a little dubious: "Really?"

"real."

"Then you... let go of me first." Nan Ting frowned, "It hurts so much."

Wen Zhen grabbed him very hard.At first, he didn't understand why the other party grabbed him so hard, as if he had discovered that he was planning to escape.However, when the free hand stretched out again, he suddenly understood.

"Don't hide." Wen Zhen's tone was normal, "It's nothing. Be good."

Nan Ting's whole body tensed up.Even though he didn't know what was going to happen, he was still terribly scared, and his whole body showed an attitude of extreme resistance: "Are you okay?"

"Ah."

"Really?"

The clouds parted untimely.A little light of the moon fell on Nan Ting's face, and there were still tears in his golden eyes, and he was looking at him pitifully.

Wen Zhen couldn't bear to lie to him.

So she didn't answer, just turned her head and kissed him.

Nan Ting seemed to be comforted, and slowly relaxed.But he probably regretted it soon, and started to hide back desperately, but there was a thick wall behind him, and there was nowhere to retreat.He tried to pull his legs back, but they were slowly and unquestionably separated, making him unable to move.

The culprit even had the mood to ask him: "Is it better?"

Nan Ting couldn't speak anymore, and only knew to follow the other party's meaning and "hmm".His heart was beating wildly, he blinked, tears flowed out again uncontrollably, slid down the side of his face, and landed on the back of Wen Zhen's hand.

After a long time, Nan Ting leaned against the wall without moving.

Wen Zhen gave him some time to calm down, wiped his hands clean before calling him.Originally thought that he was asleep, but saw him staring at her with wide-open eyes, with wet tears hanging on his eyelashes.

So he joked, "I didn't even know you were crying so much."

Nan Ting opened his mouth.His voice was small and hoarse: "I don't like to cry."

"what is that?"

"……You do not understand."

Wen Zhen smiled, thinking how even he has learned to be evasive.He bent down and touched Nan Ting's head as usual: "Aren't you going back to sleep?"

"Do not want to."

"If you can't walk, I can help you."

Nan Ting was almost allergic to the word "help".His face was a little hot, and he quickly said, "No need..."

"I am going out."

"..." Nan Ting finally pulled himself together, but unfortunately he didn't even have the strength to be happy now, "Now? Where are you going?"

"Go find Yao Fan and see if he is dead." Wen Zhen said lightly.

It turned out that he really planned to go out tonight.

Before Zhou Shuining died, he asked Wen Zhen to take care of Yao Fan, and he only left now, which is actually a bit late.After all, once something happened to the White Tower, no matter what, Chi would definitely suspect Yao Fan in the end.Even if Yao Fan has a way to deceive him in a short time, the secret of his secret relationship with Wen Zhen will be revealed sooner or later.

What's more, Mr. Consultant is missing now, and no one can guarantee that he will not suddenly appear in the base one day.

"How long are you going?"

"A day or two." Wen Zhen said, probably thinking that he was being coquettish like before and wanted to stay by his side, "I can't accompany you anymore."

"...Well." Nan Ting said slowly, he closed his eyes, "Then I'll wait for you."

The sound of the door closing sounded in the empty room.

Nan Ting sat in the dark for a while before standing up, took a few unsteady steps, turned around and entered the study, and sat down in front of Wen Zhen's desk.

He didn't turn on the light, but he still saw himself in the mirror unavoidably: the corners of his eyes were red, his face was covered with traces of crying, and the originally smooth forehead hair was in a mess, and he buried his head when he couldn't bear it. Rushing in Wen Zhen's arms.

Nan Ting's gaze paused for two seconds, and then quickly moved away as if electrocuted.He randomly grabbed a pen from the pen holder, and found a piece of paper that was not too big or too small, just big enough for him to write all he wanted to say.

"sorry."

The hand holding the pen was shaking a little, and after writing three characters, I couldn't write any more.His heart seemed to be grabbed by something, and the sour emotion silently corroded him, and his internal organs were soaked.He had never shaken his hands before, even if someone died beside him, the hand that pulled the trigger would not waver at all.

Chi has always said that emotions are scary things.They manipulate people and make people less and less human, so for people like them, these things are superfluous.Only those who are not bound by them can be perfect.

Nan Ting crossed out those three words, took a deep breath, and put on a more formulaic tone:

"Sorry, I did lie to you."

Nan Ting didn't know whether Chi was right or not.

All he knew was that he couldn't be the perfect person he said he was.

"Mr. Chi is my officer, and I am member 477 of the base. I should have come to kill you."

"But I regretted it," he didn't know what he was writing nonsense, "so I'm going to go."

"I hope you don't come looking for me."

After writing here, Nan Ting couldn't write another word.

The watery moonlight came in from the window sill, caressing gently on the letter paper.

He didn't mention the word forgive, nor did he write down any more thoughts of his own.

Nan Ting closed his eyes.

He picked up the letter paper, turned around and left the study, walked all the way to the water tank that had been emptied, gently threw it in, and then walked towards the door without looking back.

He hesitated one last time as he rested his hand on the doorknob.

Wen Zhen seemed very puzzled why he was crying.In fact, Nan Ting can't understand himself, this is an behavior that is not controlled by his thoughts.

But there is one thing he understands now.

241 is quite right.Nanting thought.

I probably really like him.

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