Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

The feeling of weightlessness did not last long. Relying on his survival instinct, Cheng Yan grabbed a branch slanting out from the cliff. With his other hand, he firmly grasped Zandik's wrist, the jade-white knuckles turning blue, trying to stop Zandik from falling further.

"Zanzan, hold my hand tight."

Cheng Yan gritted his teeth and spoke. His arm was a little painful, as if it was scratched by something.

[Host, are you sure it's "a little bit"? There's a big cut on your arm! ]

It would have been fine if the system didn't remind him, but as soon as the system reminded him, Cheng Yan subconsciously looked up. He was so frightened by the hideous wound that he gasped and his legs went weak.

"Ah! Why did you remind me? Don't you know I'm scared?"

Cheng Yan was most afraid of pain, and therefore was also afraid of getting injured. When he saw the creepy bloody wounds on his body, he couldn't think straight.

Seeing Cheng Yan’s pale face, the system spoke to comfort him.

[The pain shield has been turned on for the host, so it won't hurt anymore]

The moment the system finished speaking, the pain in his body disappeared completely, but Cheng Yan did not relax at all. The blood on his arm had already flowed to his shoulder, and the feeling of wetness did not cause pain, which was even more strange.

And the wound was still there. Cheng Yan couldn't help but look up at the wound where one could almost see the bones and subcutaneous muscles. He couldn't help but tremble while holding Zandik's hand.

"System! Is there any mosaic? My eyes need mosaic! I'm going to faint if I look at this wound again!"

Cheng Yan didn't wait for the system's reply. He closed his eyes and dared not face the wound. Then he heard Zandik's somewhat unstable voice below.

"Let go!"

Zandik looked at the loosening tree root in Cheng Yan's hand. If Cheng Yan didn't let go, they would both fall down together. Although he didn't like Cheng Yan, he jumped down to save himself after all.

Zandik told himself so in his heart, trying to ignore the panicked beating of his heart when he saw Cheng Yan's horrific wound.

Cheng Yan followed Zandik's gaze and saw his wound again. Mosaic appeared at the right time, covering the yellow and red wound.

Cheng Yan breathed a sigh of relief and felt the branch in his hand that was supporting the weight of the two of them was shaking.

He lowered his head and raised his lips to Zandik, "Don't worry, Zandik, even if you fall, I will be your cushion."

He is very tough, and with his current physical condition, his wounds heal very quickly.

[Host, who was so frightened by his own wound that he dared not open his eyes?]

Cheng Yan said confidently, "There's no conflict! Is my fear of getting hurt contradictory to my liking for Zanzan and not wanting him to get hurt?"

Zandik didn't know Cheng Yan's trump card, nor did he know that Cheng Yan would still have the mind to argue with the system at this time. He was very angry at Cheng Yan's words.

"I asked you to let go."

Zandik's tone became heavier, as he realized that the person in front of him seemed unaware of their current situation.

Cheng Yan pursed his lips and didn't answer, but he used more strength in his hands, almost hurting Zandik's wrist.

Zandik was almost laughing at Cheng Yan's anger. Who was he doing this for? If Cheng Yan didn't let go, both of them would fall.

But looking at the rare stubborn expression of the man in front of him, his dark eyes were filled with a bit of grievance, as if he had said something unforgivable by asking him to let go.

A warm feeling suddenly passed through his heart, and Zandik repeated it in a gentler tone.

"Let go of your hands." It's better for one person to fall than two together.

This time, Cheng Yan responded obediently.

"it is good."

Zandik was stunned, and before he could react he saw Cheng Yan decisively let go of the hand that was holding the branch on the cliff, turned around and climbed onto his shoulders. The two of them fell into a weightless environment again, and the sound of air breaking through the air was heard in their ears.

Somewhat gritting his teeth, he pinched Cheng Yan's waist and whispered in his ear, "I'm not asking you to let go of that hand."

Do they really have to see the scenery at the bottom of the cliff? At this height, it would be lucky if they don’t turn into mud.

However, Cheng Yan did not face Zandik's words directly. Instead, he buried his head in Zandik's arms, his injured arm hanging limply, and spoke with grievance.

"Zanzan, it hurts so much."

Zandik pinched Cheng Yan's waist a little harder, "You asked for it."

The response was expected. Cheng Yan was not disappointed. Instead, he climbed onto Zandik's neck and tiptoed to get closer to him.

"Zan Zan, my wound hurts a lot, but it's not as painful as seeing you get hurt."

The deliberately softened voice rang in his ears, and Zandik's heart began beating uncontrollably.

Cheng Yan's lips moved closer to his neck, his soft lips rubbed against it, and his exhaled breath sprinkled on the white jade-like skin.

Cheng Yan lied and turned on the pain blocking function, so he didn't feel any pain at the wound. But this was a rare opportunity, and he wanted to do his best to make Zanzan feel sorry for him.

Sure enough, it worked. The strength of the hand on his waist was obviously lighter. Cheng Yan completely relaxed and snuggled in Zandik's arms.

"Zan-Zan is unharmed, there is nothing better than this."

Zandik closed his eyes, lowered his gaze and looked at the ground which was getting closer and closer. Surprisingly, his mood calmed down. He put his arm around Cheng Yan's waist and brought him close to him, saying in a flat tone, "You'll be hurt soon." He didn't know how badly he would fall.

Cheng Yan shook his head and said firmly, "I won't let Zanzan get hurt."

The red eyes rarely opened fully, reflecting Cheng Yan's extremely serious gaze.

Zandik wanted to ask Cheng Yan how he could guarantee it, but he felt that it would be a bit disappointing to say such words at this time. He was already prepared to die with Cheng Yan.

"Zhu Feng! Xiao Jiu!"

Cheng Yan opened his mouth, and the moment he finished speaking, a ray of light flashed through the air, and Zhuanfeng cut through the heavy air and approached the two at an astonishing speed.

Xiao Jiu was sitting on Zhuo Feng. When he heard Cheng Yan's order, he began to change his shape in the blink of an eye. He became bigger than the original giant robot. The giant that covered the sky and the sun stretched out his hand, as if scooping up a light leaf, and blocked the trend of the two people falling rapidly.

When his trajectory of movement was forcibly changed and he was placed on the ground from Xiaojiu's hands, Zandik felt an uncomfortable and suffocating feeling in his chest, and his feet felt a little light and unreal.

Before I could adjust, a muffled sound came from my chest.

"Zanzan, we are fine."

Cheng Yan's voice was a little weak. Although the wound didn't hurt, he had been bleeding for a long time. His lips had turned pale. When he looked up at Zandik, he exuded a sense of fragility.

The feeling of suffocation in the chest became more obvious. Before he could think, Zandik had already reached out and grabbed Cheng Yan's injured arm.

"do not move."

His voice was also hoarse. Zandik looked at the shocking wound in front of him. It was hard to imagine how Cheng Yan could endure such severe pain and support the weight of two people for so long.

[Drip—Target Zandik’s favorability +5, current favorability 12]

Cheng Yan breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the self-torture tactic did work a little.

Worried that the lack of any pain on his face would give him away, Cheng Yan buried his head in Zandik's arms.

"Zanzan, it hurts so much."

Zandik pursed his lips and said nothing, raising his hand to grab a piece of cloth in front of Cheng Yan.

Cheng Yan felt Zandik's movements and felt a little puzzled. Just as he was about to ask, he heard a "ripping" sound and felt a sudden chill in his chest. He lowered his head to look and saw a white body exposed in front of him.

Cheng Yan almost got furious, "Zanzan, what are you doing!"

"Don't move." Zandik's voice and movements were so calm that it didn't seem like he had just torn Cheng Yan's clothes.

How could Cheng Yan not move? His chest was exposed, just like running naked in front of people. Although he hoped that Zandik could see his body, he was still outside! In the wild!

But as soon as Cheng Yan struggled, Zandik pressed him into his arms, held Cheng Yan's injured arm, and bandaged it with the cloth that had just been torn from Cheng Yan's body.

The half-naked Cheng Yan came into close contact with Zandik and stopped struggling. Feeling the obvious muscle lines of the man in front of him, Cheng Yan tried hard to control his blushing face.

"Great, great, thank you for bandaging my wound."

I would have thanked you even more if you hadn't torn my clothes to use as a bandage.

Before he could finish the complaints in his head, he saw Zandik, who had finished bandaging himself, raise his hand and start to undress.

After a moment, his body suddenly felt warm, and Cheng Yan looked at the person in front of him who was only wearing his underwear with a dazed expression.

“Great, great, great…”

Zandik didn't say anything. He put his clothes on Cheng Yan and dragged him forward without saying a word.