[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

56: The Astrologer 10

His hand was freezing cold, as cold as the ice and snow that accumulated year-round in the North and South Pole. It had no warmth whatsoever.

To make things even worse, not only was it cold, it felt completely different from the normal touch of human skin!!!

Zong Yan reflexively cringed away.

Compared to Nyarlathotep, who was very familiar with human beings, it was possible that Yog-Sothoth's arrogance dictated that even if he was an all-knowing, all-powerful god, he wouldn't waste time trying to understand those creatures known as "humans".

It was possible that his body only resembled a "normal" human on the outside. The rest was completely unknown.

After all, the Lord of Time and Space would never allow an ant to touch him.

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Zong Yan's reaction was intense. Just now the other party had been floating right in front of him, but an instant later he'd transposed himself behind Zong Yan. It was enough to frighten anyone. Not to mention Zong Yan had no idea what the guy wanted to do.

Yog-Sothoth felt somewhat puzzled, so he invested a little of his intellect into it.

It was then that the gray-haired evil god noticed the warmth of the black-haired teen's hand.

It was already early November. Since a soft human being was living in the villa, the central air was already set for heating.

The location of the lesson was Zong Yan's bedroom. Because Zong Yan's physique was the type that tended to feel cold, he set the temperature pretty high, so much so that in winter, he only needed to wear a pair of shorts in bed and cover himself with a quilt.

Naturally, the teen's slender hand was as warm as a small oven.

Temperature.

This was a word that didn't hold much meaning for evil gods.

Yog-Sothoth located the concept of "temperature" within his vast perspective, and then he understood.

At the same time, the omniscient and omnipotent Lord found it a little curious.

Evil gods didn't have much invested in the concept of "temperature". Of course, they could simulate it if they needed to, but how many evil gods would bother? The idea of wanting to heat yourself up like a star was rather silly.

However, the evil god unexpectedly found that the warmth of this tiny human body didn't annoy him.

Why? Was it because the other party was a strand of consciousness of the Father God?

Yog-Sothoth could effortlessly maintain multiple simultaneous tracks of thought. At the same moment, he firmly clasped the fingers of the black-haired youth.

If there were someone else in the room, they would have seen the white-robed evil god floating in the air, clasping a casually-dressed young man in his arms, a pair of overlapping hands and... a floating head that still wasn't completely attached to a neck.

This position made Zong Yan a bit uncomfortable. He wasn't used to having physical contact with anyone, let alone an evil god.

Zong Yan opened his mouth to say something. Suddenly, the hand that was holding the back of his own exerted a little force. This caused his fingertips to tense in the air, slowly opening a brilliant gap in space.

Zong Yan: ! ! !

He froze.

For years, he was the only one who could access the magical card drawing space. Zong Yan had made attempts, both openly and secretly, but no one else could see the spatial rifts, much less open one.