Shi Wu Luo's fingers overlapped with Qiu Bo Deng's fingers, holding the orange lamp together with him.

"Make a wish?" Shi Wuluo asked in a low voice.

To ask, in fact, it is more like coaxing, with some unique charms in the lover's world. His tone was very cold, like spring water flowing over ice. After lowering it, it didn't look dumb, but more distinct, like snow rubbing gently against his ears, and like a slightly cold feather brushing across his cheeks.

"OK."

Qiu Bodeng said softly.

His fingers moved slightly in Shi Wuluo's palm, and before he could break free, they were wrapped more tightly by the man's powerful hand.

For a moment, Qiu Bodeng had an illusion.

He mistakenly thought that he was such a small, dim fire, held in the palm of the man's palm, and there was a man's breath in all directions. That breath constituted an indestructible barrier, and he was just like that, being strictly guarded in the barrier. The rock of the barrier is a cool white, but when it reflects the firelight, it has a reassuring drowsy warm yellow.

If you can't earn it, you won't earn it.

Qiu Bodeng quietly, letting his hands be shrouded by the other.

Begin to earnestly what kind of wish you want to make.

Qiu Bodeng looked at the orange lamp in his palm.

Arlo picked out a river lantern made for him by a drunk orange that was on the top side, and the color was very beautiful. The orange-red color of the skin and the whiteness of the lining are cleverly used to carve out the scene of the rising sun and clouds in the nether city. Holding it in the palm of your hand is like holding a small city of the two of them.

Qiu Bo Lan rubbed the embossed city street on the orange lamp: "Is it not working if I say my wish?"

"Don't say it."

"You don't need to say it, you know?"

"Um."

"So great."

Qiu Bodeng's fingers slowly crossed the houses on both sides of the city street.

Most of the Nether City was decided by him, except for these city street houses, which Shi Wuluo planned from the beginning. Just as Shi Wuluo never asked him why he built a mill and opened a porridge shed, Qiu Bodeng never asked him why he built so many houses.

"Then..." Qiu Bodeng turned his head, "Who am I going to make a wish to?"

Shi Wuluo looked at him, and the water pattern of the lotus pond was printed on his white as porcelain face, falling into the beautiful black pupils, sparkling.

"I."

Shi Wu Luo looked into Qiu Bo Deng's eyes.

Make a wish to me, pray to me, and let me be your dependency and all. There are thousands of people in the world, thousands of wishes, only your wish is my desire... Shi Wuluo did not lie, the real sad and shameless coward is not Qiu Bodeng, but him. It is he who is longing and asking.

The days of losing and waiting were too long, and he was terminally ill.

He wants to personally take care of everything for Qiu Bodeng, from combing his hair and clothing to food and accommodation, from traveling and playing to sleep at night. He was getting more and more unbearable that even for a quarter of an hour, his lover was not in his sight. Every time the candle goes out at night, the slender lovers must be confined in the arms.

Like a traveler who has waited too long in the desert, when he gets a clear spring that can calm his restlessness and anger, he can't help but want to drink the spring water into his body without a drop.

Want to be depended on, want to be depended on.

I want to fuse the two separate selves into one when each other's wounds are still dripping with blood and have not yet healed.

Maybe it was because of the influence of the Great Wilderness after falling into a demon, Shi Wuluo clearly noticed that his love was getting heavier and terrifying, as thick and sticky as the dark and thick darkness - this is wrong, he wants to take care of his lover , to help him heal, not to seize all the trust when he is most vulnerable, to entangle the thoughts and life of the two people like a vine, and to cast one.

This is wrong.

He thought rationally, and locked the boundless demands and desires in the cage with restraint, in order to give his lover a healthy and correct love.

However, in the tower, his god, his sweetheart, said those words himself.

...Alo, you can do anything to me.

You can do whatever you want, whatever you want.

The cage was opened.

"Make a wish," Shi Wuluo put Qiu Bodeng's slender fingers in the palm of his hand, his eyelashes cast a quiet shadow like the first snow in the ancient forest in his silver-gray eyes, "I will make it happen for you."

The beautiful snow beast with evil desire walked out with silent steps, bowing its head and wrapping its treasure in its arms.

...he's a vile trapper.

Shi Wu Luo thought.

Depend on me completely.

Let me be your life and let our thoughts be one without words.

"I believe you."

Qiu Bodeng closed his eyes.

The water light fell on the faces of the boy and the man, bright and dark.

Tai Yijian, who was still alive and kicking in the lotus pond, moved slightly, as if he was a little hesitant. In this world, only its foolish owner would feel that Shi Wuluo is so easy to bully and harmless... On the night of the city, the young man who passed through the raging fire held Qiu Bodeng's wrist and took Taiyi sword.

...I don't care what orders he once gave you.

The firelight illuminated the man's face.

His voice was emotionless.

- Point the blade at him again, and there will be no more swords like you.

Not an intimidation, but a statement beyond question.

That kind of intense morbid love showed doubts at that time. For Shi Wuluo, he doesn't care who he is, he doesn't care what he is, the Divine Sovereign is everything to him. After the fall, this kind of love that seemed to have no self, finally the demonic barrier became aggressive - he also longed to be a lover.

The sun and moon lanterns slowly rotated, and the light and shadow passed over the cheeks of the boy and the man.

Tai Yijian finally chose to stand quietly under the lotus leaf, watching them close their eyes together and put their hands to the surface of the water. The overlapping hands were released, and the warm yellow orange light brushed the fingertips of the two of them and fell to the surface of the water, slowly drifting forward in a circle of ripples.