Chapter 53: 53 Bedtime Stories

Fang Zhiran stormed out of the room.

He's like a little guy in a pixelated game, falling over, bumping into walls and tables, losing countless lives, and finally arriving at his destination...

Ji Xingchuan's bed.

"A rippling day." He lay back and commented heartily.

The corners of his mouth hurt.

The touched area seems to be on fire, a little numb, with a clear burning sensation.

It's not just a taste this time. How's my mouth?

Wait a minute.

Ji Xingchuan and I kissed again?

I got kissed twice just for saying we'd talk. I'm no good.

Fang Zhiran flipped over and transformed into a bas-relief on a bedspread, not moving a muscle.

But it doesn't seem to be annoying?

It's even a bit of a joy that I don't want to admit.

It was the doctoral student who was so good at research, who pressed his head for so long, that he felt like he was turning into a creamy, melting mess from the inside out.

Is it that good?

He peeled out the pillows and lay back, helping himself to the covers, the edges of which rested just by his ankles.

"I've grown taller." He said.

Ji Xingchuan, who was replying to Lao Guo's message, looked back and said, "The quilt is crossed over, turn it around."

Fang Zhiran : "...... I'm going to bed."

He arches himself into a comfortable position, opens his mind, picks himself a hot-blooded teenage manga, and lets himself in for two episodes.

But today, he's not acting very focused.

Visual buff -20%

Hearing buff +40%

With eyes not working well, the burden of transmitting information about the outside world falls on the ears.

Ji Xingchuan flipped through two pages of the book, typed a string of characters on his keyboard, and hit send.

Ji Xingchuan picked up the glass of water on the table again, supposedly taking a sip of water.

It was as if his whole world was filled with the movement of this one person.

On the computer screen in front of Ji Xingchuan, Lao Guo is spitting out words.

[ Lao Guo ]: I have to make Qian Nanzheng compensate you both for your medical expenses and moral damages.

[ Lao Guo ]: An unmitigated disaster! Two of my best students were kicked by magnesium powder while walking down the road.

[ Lao Guo ]: [Red envelope] for poor Fang Zhiran.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: What about mine?

[ Lao Guo ]: [Red Packet], you help the teacher to take good care of the little master.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: Taking care of it, all kinds of care.

[ Lao Guo ]: OK, then the teacher is relieved. Don't skimp on your knowledge and remember to pour it out to Ranran.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: Penguin waving handkerchief.jpg

Exit the computer WeChat, Ji Xingchuan turn back, Fang Zhiran lying on the side of the bed, eyes half open, the corner of the mouth is slightly swollen, lip color is redder than usual, the side of the neck of the band-aid is quite conspicuous.

Probably bored, Fang Zhiran folded the pillowcase into the shape of an airplane.

"Still not sleeping, did I disturb you?" Ji Xingchuan asked.

"It's okay." Fang Zhiran said, "It's just the cell phone addiction that's scratching my heart."

Ji Xingchuan turned off the lights in the dormitory and pressed on the nightlight on the side of the bed, "Normally in the dormitory, what's your electronic sleeping pill?"

The boy's eyelashes fluttered like small butterfly wings opening and closing, and his mouth, slightly red and full from the kiss, pursed into a line in displeasure.

He took his hand out from under the covers and put up an index finger, which he couldn't see anyway, and randomly nodded in the direction of the talk.

"You." Fang Zhiran said.

Ji Xingchuan paused, pressed the other's fumbling hand, and then understood.

"Can I see what you usually listen to?" He asked.

Fang Zhiran fell silent.

"I dare to match, you dare to listen." Ji Xingchuan said, "There's nothing to be embarrassed about with me."

Seems to make some sense.

"It's in the listening app." Fang Zhiran peeled his cell phone out from under his pillow and threw it over, "Find it yourself."

Ji Xingchuan skillfully unlocked the password and found the song-listening app in the rows of handhelds, "Which song list ......"

The moment he clicked on it, Fang Zhiran's song list was presented to him--

"Winter Pie Collection

[Winter Cussing Collection]

"Winter Sleeping Collection

Ji Xingchuan: "......"

It's really just winter.

"Most of it is radio." Fang Zhiran says, "The rest are character audio clips, and you don't seem to like using character voices on the radio?"

Ji Xingchuan hmmm, "I personally don't like to overly tie up characters, the character's highlights are the character's own, the voice is just an aid, like when I gave you Lin Qin's voice earlier, even though it was in private, it was limited to the character's lines, and it wouldn't be ooc, and detract from your enjoyment of the character."

"They like the characters, I like the voice." Fang Zhiran says proudly.

"I know." Ji Xingchuan says, "Mr. Snowflakes unconditionally coddles all the characters I play."

"Mr. Snowflakes is spoiling you." Fang Zhiran said, "You're really not tied down, you froze and didn't go on the radio for a year and a half, living as a mystic."

Finally the mystery man was actually beside me.

[So how about some bedtime benefits?]

Ji Xingchuan suddenly changed his voice to an extremely gentle one.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

I'll go.

When did it get so close to him.

This has more texture than Mr. Winter's voice in headphones.

Fang Zhiran put his hands over his ears and dug a little deeper into the covers.

How do you have to vocalize a simple sentence that is so gentle to the bone that even the waist and legs of the person listening to it start to go limp.

"I have to ask, this benefit, is it for me, or is it for you?" He asked.

The man in his ear laughed.

"You're quite lucid." Ji Xingchuan said in his native voice.

Obviously little Snowflakes looks now, with his mouth still slightly open and his lips still dripping with undried water, like he's been kissed badly.

Little Snowflakes, play a game with me.

[Here's the rule: how about you point to a random document and I'll read it to you?]

Fang Zhiran: "?"

That's kind of funny.

This one's fun.

Sounds like he's playing, not the other guy playing him!

Little Snowflakes is on the rise.

"Then you turn on my reader." Fang Zhiran says, "I'm going to start picking and choosing."

The other man's hand grasped his, and he moved himself, fingertips tapping somewhere on the screen.

[......]

[In summary, there are still deficiencies in the experiments of this study ......]

"Stop!" Fang Zhiran said, "Don't listen to the literature."

Good, good sexually indented content.

He moved his hand and re-tapped the phone screen.

At the same time--

[ Lu Zhu ]: [ Second Person When You Fall in Love with an Evil God Series Vine x You ]

[ Lu Zhu ]: This bedtime short story smells so good, I want to take this kind of drama so badly.

[ Lu Zhu ]: It's only 1500 words, and you're cool with it.

"Sure you want to hear this?" Ji Xingchuan asks, "No more changes?"

"I'm not picky." Fang Zhiran said, "Just as long as it's not literature, don't be so droll and present Mr. Snowflakes' benefits."

Ji Xingchuan: "OK."

Fang Zhiran pricked up his ears, ready to listen to the winter radio station.

Then, ahead of the voice, came the other hand.

Ji Xingchuan half-dragged, half-hugged him, let him rest on his lap, and posed him for a story.

"Cozy." Little Snowflakes curls his mouth.

[You went barefoot, into the dim, dense forest.]

[Your snow-white insteps are rubbed red by the thorns on the ground.]

Fang Zhiran: "?"

An adventure story?

[Trees cover the sky, and the only thing you can hear on the secluded paths is the silver bells around your own ankles.]

[The shrubs cut through the hem of your coat, leaving a trail of blood on your pale calves.]

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Wearing soothsayers on an expedition?

[You tripped over a vine.]

Fang Zhiran: "Uh-huh uh-huh."

It's an adventure story. Here come the twists and turns.

[Your knee knocks on the hard ground, and the gravel leaves a patchy bruise on your snow-white knee.]

Fang Zhiran: "Small injury, I get up and keep on getting high."

[Slender hands struggle to hold up the ground, sweat dripping down your cheeks, and the quiet woods are filled with your soft gasps with sobbing tones for a moment.]

Fang Zhiran: "I'm standing up."

[You were swept deeper into the woods by the vines.]

Fang Zhiran: "????"

No, what's the plot?

Anyone more slow-witted would have to feel something was wrong.

"Wait a minute, old thief." He said, "What are you reading to me? What is this Lu Zhu behavior?"

The other did not answer, still reading in a gentle voice.

[You struggled to escape ...... There was a slight tightening on your wrist, a vine tied there.]

Fang Zhiran: "?"

It seems to be a little tight.

Shit, you don't want to grab my wrist at this point.

That's too much of a substitution.

How does a good bedtime story suddenly start 18+.

"Sleep, I'm not listening." He sat ...... violently without sitting up.

Ji Xingchuan pushed him back with his bare hands.

[The corners of your coat are lifted and vines with soft thorns tangle a little ......]

[Bowl-thick vines wrap around your ankles, climb up your calves a little, and slowly tighten again, leaving striking red marks on your calves.]

Fang Zhiran: "......"

I'm afraid to listen if you dare to read it.

How this bedtime story just keeps getting more and more outrageous.

[You begin to struggle and cry out for help in almost broken sobs, but no one in the deep forest hears your cries.]

[Gotcha.] Ji Xingchuan said.

Fang Zhiran broke free and rolled halfway to the side, covering his ears.

Don't listen, don't listen. The wanker reads the scriptures.

One hand propped up against his ear, Ji Xingchuan held him down and froze the story.

The other man hugged him and kissed him lightly on the nape of his neck.

You've fallen into the arms of Mrs. Winter.

He replaced the "evil god" in the short version.

"Little Snowflakes?" Ji Xingchuan asked, "First big gift from your boyfriend, are you happy with it?"

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Little Snowflakes got a little misty-eyed.

*

This bedtime perk led directly to Fang Zhiran dreaming about vines all night.

A vine with winter vocal cords tied him to a tree trunk and told him to write a hundred essays.

This broken dream has too many elements.

The bed is quite big, and he's alone at the moment, Ji Xingchuan isn't there.

He opened his cell phone--

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: I'm going to the Academy.

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: penguin kisses.jpg

[ Ji Xingchuan ]: I forgot you can't see, I'll call you later.

Uh, phone.

Fang Zhiran, look at your cell phone, it's nine o'clock, where's the phone, why haven't you called yet.

Fang Zhiran: "?"

Wait a minute.

Master can see?

Master is worthy of being a strong man who killed his way out of that part of the old city.

Fang Zhiran slowly closes his palm.

Ah, it feels so good to have this power back in my body.

This dormitory has suddenly become so empty. Ji Xingchuan seems to have taken away all the angular obstacles.

The line of sight wasn't too clear, but it was enough for him to play with his cell phone, and he opened WeChat and returned some messages.

Ji Xingchuan answered most of the people who came to him.

Lu Zhu The document in the dialog box restored to him the cause of yesterday's big bedtime gift.

He'd never heard it before, and Winter's voice read him something so treasonous, and wanted him to have to listen to it.

The explicit content and outrageous PLAY made him blush every other day when he thought about it.

He looked down and noticed the message from mcn.

Replacement guest for the big s-town show?

You sit there all day long without doing anything but thinking.

Then he saw a one-sided hanging exchange--

[mcn Clear Light Culture- Li Li]: Can you represent Shogetsu Media?

[F]: I can.

Fang Zhiran: "......"

Mr. Winter, you're as cocky as Snowflakes.

That's a hard word I wouldn't dare to put in.

But--

The Will Moon Media HR in that Comic-Con group was so cranky, he kicked people out without saying a word.

"Poverty-stricken" is right. If you don't have the spirit of contract, the dogs will hate you.

He was watching yesterday's hilarity when a new development was announced in the Comic-Con guest group - the

[Comic-Con Planner]:@Small Snowflakes in Winter @Small Snowflakes in Winter, @Author- Ji Yu, Feb. 22, same A signing.

[Comic-Con Planner]: @ Yu Zhuye (oooh I'm banned for trying to fuck h small window me) @coser Xiao Lin @voice actor - Wen Yang, 22nd B.

[Comic-Con Planner]: Subsequent arrangements to be made public.

[Winter's Little Snowflakes]: Hard work, Mr. Planner!

This guest grouping, well organized, it can be a public date, just there is a light bulb son.

It's all the same guests on the same day, so it's easy to get to know them ahead of time to facilitate communication.

Fang Zhiran clicked on the author's account and tapped Add Friend.

More than ten minutes passed with no response from the other party, who seemed quite busy.

Such things as expanding the list are not to be forced by the threads of the network.

Fang Zhiran got out of bed refreshed and checked his eyes in the mirror.

I can't see any wounds, just some redness at the end of my eyes, like I've been crying, it's nothing serious anymore.

However, it seems that he can not wear pupils for the time being, Ji Xingchuan want to see the white hair cheongsam beauty girl will have to wait for a few days.

He was just thinking about it when the lock on the dormitory door clicked and someone came back.

Ji Xingchuan carried a few plastic bags and gently pushed open the door, "Awake?"

"Sleep well." Fang Zhiran said.

He did sleep well, his hair mildly plastered to the corners of his forehead, his cheeks still flushed from when he'd first risen, and he was dressed just like that in his wide pajamas, with a not-so-subtle hickey by his collarbone.

At that moment, Ji Xingchuan almost had an illusion--

Like a newlywed wife waiting for him to come home.

The other man was looking up and down in no uncertain terms.

Fang Zhiran rubbed his neck and was about to tell the other man about his eyes when he saw the other man lining up the breakfast he had bought.

"You can't see." Ji Xingchuan said, "I'll keep feeding you."

There's nothing wrong with being fed and clothed, and Fang Zhiran wants to enjoy it a little more.

"I want that fried dumpling." Fang Zhiran closed his eyes and opened his mouth, "Not that big, half and half."

Ji Xingchuan: "?"

Fang Zhiran: "......"

His senior brother seemed a bit surprised and reached out to gesture twice in front of his eyes.

"How many is this?" Ji Xingchuan asked.

"That's six." Fang Zhiran tilts his head sideways.

"How much can you see?" Ji Xingchuan asked.

"Can you see ...... " Fang Zhiran rested her right hand on her cheek, her gaze retracting from the other's cell phone screen, "you look like Fang Zhiran's boyfriend. "