Chu Xingzhou slowly unbuttoned Rong Lan's pajamas and peeled off the pajamas that had been soaked with sweat. First published on Baidu Search. Reading Network! Perhaps it was because he had not seen the sun for too long, Rong Lan's skin was unusually white and translucent. He was thinner than Chu Xingzhou remembered, with high collarbones and tight and flexible muscles. He looked neither weak nor strong. His long silver hair was scattered on his back, which was stiff because of nervousness. From behind, he looked like a believer waiting for some kind of ceremony, full of a soul-stirring sense of holiness.
Chu Xingzhou's Adam's apple moved up and down, and a strong desire rose in his eyes. In order to distract his attention, he asked: "Brother, your hair...are you going to keep it like this?"
Rong Lan was silent for a while, then said calmly: "It can be regarded as a memorial to Mr. Sun."
Mr. Sun originally pushed Rong Lan and Chu Xingzhou to the altar in the east and west, letting them intimidate and unite mankind. The advice Mr. Sun gave to Chu Xingzhou was to emit a slight gravity at any time to give people an imperceptible sense of physical oppression, so that they would psychologically surrender. As for Rong Lan, he was to make him into a sacred god of light like a savior. This silver hair created by color ability is a very important part of the "deification" plan. Just from the visual point of view, it can make ordinary people worship Rong Lan.
Chu Xingzhou gently stroked his hair, "I can't remember what you looked like when you had black hair."
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