After awakening the evil god, it was marked

Yan Zhijin only lightly brushed his lips against Yan Hui's cheeks, then stiffened his body, knelt down in front of him, unconsciously clenched his clothes with his fingers, and crumpled the fabric on his shoulders.

In the dim light, his movement seemed to be just an inadvertent touch when he turned his head.

Yan Hui didn't seem to react, the arms that were originally imprisoned on his back were hanging loosely, and he looked at him with confused eyes.

Yan Zhijin turned his face away in embarrassment, propped his hands on the ground, and prepared to stand up unsteadily.

Before he could find a support point, his wrist was suddenly clamped by a strong force, and he was dragged to the ground without any strength to fight back, lying on his back.

Yan Hui's palms were placed behind his head to prevent his head from directly hitting the hard floor.

The faint light shining in the distance was completely blocked by the figure, and the cold breath lingered on the face, from the forehead, to the tip of the nose, to the corner of the mouth, and then to the chin.

In the darkness, he could hear heavy and disordered breathing.

Yan Hui's kiss, accompanied by rapid breathing, landed on the bridge of his nose.

Yan Hui's kiss was disorderly, as if he didn't deliberately want to kiss any part, but just wanted to have a skin-to-skin kiss with him without any hindrance.

Yan Zhijin was bewildered by this windy, cold and rainy kiss, and reflexively raised his hand to cover his face.

The cold and wet lips fell on the warm and soft palm, like snowflakes melting on the stove.

Yan Zhen didn't seem to mind his evasion, and kissed his wrist and fingertips piously and enthusiastically, dyeing his fair and tender skin crimson.

Yan Zhijin's wrist trembled with the voice: "You turned back into a snake!"

Yan Hui immediately turned back into a black snake obediently, wrapping his slender and powerful snake tail around his limbs, and the cold and slippery Xinzi lightly touched his palm.

Things don't seem to be getting any better.

The snake's kiss is more like a pet's attachment and coquettishness to its owner, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't have a beautiful taste.

Yan Zhijin finally had time to catch his breath.

But the wet and cool Xinzi rolled up the pheromone that permeated the air, and spread the sweet breath evenly on his exposed wrist, which made the heart beat faster than the dry lips.

Yan Zhijin turned sideways, arched his back, and buried his face in his chest, shrinking himself into a ball python.

He tried to sternly reprimand: "Stop, pet snakes can't attack their owners."

The snake tilted his head, and Nobuko stretched faster, as if he was laughing at his innocence.

"Are you trying to make me angry?" Yan Zhijin was a little annoyed.

This sentence seemed to hit the sore spot that the snake was most afraid of.

He immediately stopped moving, and even lowered the frequency of spitting out messages. The whole snake coiled neatly beside him, and the front half of its body stood up, shaking slowly.

Yan Zhijin got up from the ground, straightened his glasses, and wiped the saliva off his face in embarrassment.

He had already wiped his face several times a day, and if he continued to wipe it, the skin would probably be scratched.

He wiped it a few times, and found that not only did he fail to wipe off the snake smell, but it rubbed all over his sleeves.Now he guessed that his whole body smelled of snake pheromones, so he was so angry that he simply gave up.

He squeezed between his brows and asked seriously, "What were you doing just now?"

The snake lowered its head, stood up its tail, and shook it from side to side: "You kissed me."

Although he tried his best to conceal it, Yan Zhijin could still hear his excitement.

Yan Zhijin's blood surged up: "I didn't!"

The snake's tail straightened and wagged again.He said to himself: "You just kissed me."

"I didn't." Yan Zhijin's voice was so cold that it could freeze people.

He's really crazy to do that kind of thing.All he wants now is to turn back time before he ties the snake in a knot and throws it into the rainforest to fend for itself.

"You kissed me," the snake said aggrievedly, "you didn't ignore me."

He repeatedly emphasized this sentence, but Yan Zhijin heard something else.

He didn't seem to be proving the truth to Yan Zhijin, but rather he was brainwashing himself to believe it was true.

Yan Zhijin waved to the snake, his tone softened: "Come here."

The snake swam cautiously, wiggling the tip of its tail beside him.

Yan Zhijin put his arms around the snake's neck, unceremoniously pulled the snake's tail to his lap and pinched it.

The snake's tail stretched straight and wrapped around his fingers softly.

The snake turned around his chest weakly and bonelessly, with its head resting on his shoulders obediently, and exhaled into his ears regularly.

Yan Zhijin rubbed his ears, and asked seriously: "You really care if I talk to you, don't you?"

"Yeah." The snake looked at him tenderly.

Yan Zhijin hesitated for a moment, then asked a little deeper: "You care about me, right?"

"Yeah." Snake still looked at him with the same gaze of gazing at a lover.

"I am more special to you than other human beings."

"Of course, you are unique." The snake's voice was smiling.

"I……"

Yan Zhijin circled around and asked a lot of questions.

Every question was similar, and he himself felt that it was meaningless, but Yan Hui answered them seriously.

Yan Zhijin's throat was itchy.

In fact, what he wants to ask is not these, but——

do you like me?Like the love of human couples.

But every time he tried to ask, his blood would rush, his fingertips would be cold, and there would be a lump of melted lead stuck in his throat.

In short, into a "fight or flight" stress state.

He had to change to a more gentle way of asking.As a result, after asking around, I still didn't get the point.

Yan Hui asked with great interest, "Any more questions?"

"You..." Yan Zhijin pinched his arm with his nails, trying to overcome the tension, and asked, "You like..."

With a beep, the lights in the room came back on.

The air conditioner also flipped its leaves and began to hum.

There was a howl of ghosts and wolves outside, as well as the sound of chaotic footsteps.

Yan Zhijin's newly brewed courage was broken again.

He waved his hands and said irritably, "It's okay."

"What did you want to ask just now?" The snake entangled his hand and asked fiercely.

There was an anxious knock on the door, and Shen Zhiyu was wailing: "Help! Brother, there is a snake!"

Yan Zhijin's eyes froze, and he returned to a capable and rigorous posture, lifted the snake's tail, and prepared to open the door.

The snake snorted impatiently, rushed to the door at lightning speed, opened the door, raised itself up to the highest height, put its head against the door frame, and swam out aggressively.

"Brother... Damn, why is this snake bigger." Shen Zhiyu screamed.

The black snake rushed downstairs with lightning speed, drove away the anaconda that strayed into the hotel amidst exclamations, and rushed back impatiently, closing the door.

Shen Zhiyu stood at the door blankly, and after half a minute, he began to knock on the door frantically: "Brother, are you all right? Are you still alive?"

The door swung open, and he nearly fell headlong into the room.

Yan Zhijin's clothes were messed up, and his hair should have been cut, but because of his haste, a few strands were still curled up.

Yan Zhijin asked seriously, "What's wrong?"

Shen Zhiyu stroked her hair, peeked into the door secretly, and said, "Didn't I chat with them down there when the power went out just now? When the power came on, we found out that a snake had slipped in while it was dark. I was stupid. They were also stupid, so I came up to call you...Brother, where did the snake in your room come from? Isn’t it too big?”

"Where are there snakes?" Yan Zhijin raised his eyelids and said coldly.

"I just saw a big snake... Wow, it stands up to the same height as the door, it feels bigger than the anaconda I saw today, it disappears with a 'swish', and it, it will still close the door." Shen Zhiyu said incoherently Gestures.

Yan Zhijin opened the door and showed him the scene inside the door openly.

Yan Hui was sitting on the sofa, looking at the laptop intently, and when he looked at him, he raised his head precisely.

Shen Zhiyu rubbed her eyes, searched the bathroom and wardrobe in disbelief, even knocked under the bed.

No snakes!

He walked back in a daze: "I was wrong? No, how could I be wrong, such a big snake..."

"You read it wrong." Yan Zhijin replied bluntly, pushing him away mercilessly.

Shen Zhiyu floated a few steps outside, then suddenly turned her head, narrowed her eyes with a smile, and looked at Yan Zhijin slyly.

Yan Zhijin took a few steps back vigilantly, preparing to hide in the room.

"Brother, you were too careless when the power went out. You fell on the ground and wrinkled your clothes. Oh no, it might be hot. Oh, you said that you can't take off your clothes in this weather. Torturing people." Shen Zhiyu said sweetly, there seemed to be a tilde at the end of every sentence, "Or you - the hidden snake in the golden house?"

With a cold face, Yan Zhijin closed the door with a "bang".

Shen Zhiyu hummed a song, bouncing back to her room.

"Give me the computer." Yan Zhijin took the laptop back from Yan Hui's hand.

Yan Hui handed over the computer, but during the handover, he held his wrist and asked, "What did you want to ask just now?"

"...I've finished asking all I want to ask." Yan Zhijin recalled the questions he had just now, his whole body was about to smoke, and he wished he could travel back and cover his mouth at that time.

No wonder he always felt unable to speak out at the time, this is the future him trying to prevent him from being stupid.

"I know what you want to ask." Yan Hui said.

"You don't know." Yan Zhijin said coldly as his heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Yan Hui said to himself: "You want to ask, you like..."

Yan Zhijin's heart almost jumped out of his throat.He snapped, "Shut up!"

"Do you want me to be your believer?" Yan Hui finished speaking smoothly.

Yan Zhijin stayed where he was, his heartbeat gradually slowed down, and his blood became cold.

He didn't know whether he was lucky or disappointed.

"Don't you want to ask this?" Yan Hui asked sharply.

"That's it, tell me." Yan Zhijin sat down beside him, and said without interest.

"Of course I hope." Yan Hui said sincerely, "but I'm not in a hurry to achieve it. Even if it can't be achieved, it doesn't matter, we still have a long time, as long as you let me stay by your side. "

"Your tone doesn't sound like a 'God' at all." Yan Zhijin opened the file Fang Mian sent, and said casually.

"..." Yan Hui was silent for a moment, then jokingly said, "What I am is what the 'god' is. 'God' has no fixed image."

When sleeping, Yan Zhijin turned off the air conditioner, and curled up comfortably under the quilt with the snake.

The body of the snake is naturally cold, and in this weather condition, it is simply the best natural air conditioner.

Yan Zhijin had a piece of snake under his neck, held a piece of snake in his arms, and had a snake wrapped around one of his legs.

The snakes were too long, and they were stuffed crookedly under the quilt, and he couldn't tell which was which. One person and one snake, like two entangled threads, twisted randomly in the quilt to form a wonderful and tight ring.

***

Yan Zhijin had a dream.

He dreamed of that silver space for a long time.

The vast galaxy and the invisible order that constitutes everything are woven into an impenetrable door in front of him.

Black mist penetrated through the crack of the door and drifted into the sea of ​​stars.

He stared at the black mist in a trance.

He didn't know whether this dream was the future or the past compared to the previous one.

All he knew was that he was not afraid, nor did he reject these black mist.

But - look forward to.

Behind the cold and rigid door, he waited for the arrival of the black mist that had or was about to engulf him.