What should you do if you encounter a crazy male protagonist in a book?
It doesn't matter, give him a little perverted shock.
Looking at Yan Xingyue who was obviously stunned for a moment, Xiang Fengyu blatantly looked at his beautiful face with fiery eyes.
In fact, the inner OS:
You're sweating profusely, bro.
Yan Xingyue didn't sweat, but vomited blood.
The bright red blood flowed down the corner of the mouth and was wiped away by the slender pale fingers. The transparent lips were stained with blood, and the lining of the eyes became darker.
"Who are you?"
After coughing twice, Yan Xingyue asked, his eyes as real as if he were looking into Xiang Fengyu's soul through her body.
In the early years, the Yan family had a marriage contract with the Xiang family, and Mrs. Xiang gave birth to three sons and a little daughter. Now that something happened to the Yan family, everyone wanted to avoid it. In order to maintain their reputation, the daughter sent over by the Xiang family was naturally not the apple of their eye.
As far as Yan Xingyue knew, Xiang Fengyu was the product of the Xiang family's head being plotted, and even indirectly made Mrs. Xiang angry to death. She was disgusted by everyone in the Xiang family, and even the servants could take it out on her at will.
Growing up in such an environment, Xiang Fengyu's personality was extremely cowardly, even dark.
In short, he wouldn't be the one looking at him with bright eyes - a pervert.
And the most important thing is: he watched Xiang Fengyu die with his own eyes...
"You are not Windwhisper."
Yan Xingyue's tone was very soft, but also determined. Her low and hoarse voice was pleasant, but murderous intent was brewing again in the depths of her black eyes.
Xiang Fengyu didn't expect him to be so sharp.
"I am indeed not Xiang Fengyu..."
Yan Xingyue's eyes moved slightly.
"I am Seo Jundae (choking)"
Yan Xingyue: ...can’t understand Smecta
Xiao Fengpi didn't seem to have any reaction, and the murderous intention lingering around him remained undiminished. Xiang Fengyu broke out in a cold sweat behind his back, but he had a shy smile on his face, and the eyes he looked at the person in front of him were terrifyingly affectionate.
"I can do anything for you." So don't kill me, brother.
Xiang Fengyu couldn't believe that she was so naughty and wanted to kill her for a small illness.
Yan Xingyue coughed a few times and leaned weakly on the bedpost beside her. There was fatigue in her brows and eyes, but her back was tense, like a broken but ready sword.
"What can Miss Xiang do for me?"
He smiled nonchalantly.
As a sick man whose family is bankrupt and who doesn’t know how long he can live, what can you do for me?
Xiang Fengyu took a step forward, bravely supported his body, raised her head and looked into his bottomless black eyes, and said firmly: "I heard that you are infertile."
"I can transplant my uterus to you."
Yan Xingyue: "......"
For a moment, he even wondered if there was something wrong with his hearing.
It took a long time before Yan Xingyue moved his lips. Before he could say anything, blood spit out.
Xiang Fengyu immediately shouted heartbrokenly: "Baby! What's wrong with you, my baby! I know you are happy, but don't be happy yet. We have to do a matching before the transplant, baby!"
As he spoke, he reached around with one hand, pointed it at his back, and patted his wrist several times with "bang bang" force.
I don't know whether it was because of the critical attack or because of the words "baby", Yan Xingyue's eyes went black for a while, even if he wanted to take action, he was powerless at this time.
However, the culprit still had a worried look on his face, as if he wished he could suffer for him.
Xiang Fengyu held back his laughter, and moved his hands and feet smoothly to hold the sick man's waist and put him on the bed, and even pinched the other man's butt.
"Baby, I feel so sorry to see you like this. I'm going to boil some medicine for you right now. You have to wait for me, baby~"
After saying that, she turned around and left. The moment she closed the door, she still didn't forget to take a big mouthful of Yan Xingyue's pajamas, showing her abnormal appearance vividly.
Yan Xingyue closed his eyes.
As a result, when I closed my eyes, all I could think of was the intoxicating image of Xiang Fengyu holding her pajamas and sniffing them.
The strange soul... who could it be?
Did someone he killed before take over this body to seek revenge on him?
...
Holding Yan Xingyue's pajamas, she went down several floors and followed the system's instructions to return to her own room. The moment she closed the door, Xiang Fengyu slid to her knees on the ground and patted her chest with fear on her face.
"What a hearty performance..."
system:【………】
She seems to be enjoying it?
After waiting for a while, Xiang Fengyu had the strength to stand up.
I have to say that the feeling of being with the male protagonist is so exciting that it feels like my throat will be cut in the next second.
[You should explain to me now why I didn’t die and ended up here]
Seeing the rows of trees through the hazy window, thinking of the description in the original book that 'each tree represents a corpse', she shrank and immediately closed all the curtains.
The explanation of the system is very simple: [Because your name is Xiang Fengyu]
[People with the same name and surname are the most compatible with this body. You are the hundredth 'wind whisperer' I have found]
Xiang Fengyu captured this number keenly.
[The hundredth? Wait, what about the ninety-nine 'Wind Whisperers' before me? 】
The system went silent.
Xiang Fengyu also understood.
The answer is simple.
All dead.
Killed by the male protagonist.
[What is your purpose of finding so many Xiang Fengyu? To influence the male protagonist? 】
No longer entangled in the question that was so scary to ponder, Xiang Fengyu took a deep breath and changed the topic.
The system answered very quickly this time: [It is the heroine’s main job to influence the male protagonist, you just need to be responsible and survive]
Xiang Fengyu: ...What a simple mission
Others wear books: save the hero, save the villain, save the world
Whispering to the Wind: Alive
[Of course, the premise is that you can’t hurt the heroine and hero of this world]
[The rest is up to me, is that what you mean? 】
The system said "Hmm".
Without saying a word, Xiang Fengyu found the original owner's cell phone and dialed a number.
Xiang Dongchen, who was far away in the company, had just finished his work. His assistant came over and handed over his mobile phone: "Mr. Xiang, your phone number."
The caller ID is: Xiang Fengyu
Undisguised disgust flashed in his sharp eyes, and Xiang Dongchen didn't answer the call. The assistant understood what he meant, took the phone back, and pretended not to see the call.
After Xiang Fengyu hung up the phone, he immediately switched to the next one very skillfully.
The youngest third brother was in the army and was afraid that he would not be able to receive the call, so after Xiang Fengyu hung up the phone, he immediately called Xiang Xia, the second brother who was an idler in the entertainment industry.
"Still alive..."
When he saw the caller ID, the man's beautiful eyes showed a little surprise, but the curve of his mouth could not hide the sarcasm.
"Little bastard, what's the matter?"
The unpleasant name rang in his ears, Xiang Fengyu automatically filtered it out, and he opened his mouth and said: "Dear brother!"
Xiang Xia withdrew a sarcastic smile.
"Where's Xiang Fengyu? Did you kill her?"
Xiangfengyu: "...It's me, Xiangfengyu Smecta."
"There's only one thing I'm calling about, and that's—"
Before she could ask the other party to take her back to Xiang's home, a porcelain-white cold hand suddenly stretched out from behind and took away her mobile phone.
A creeping feeling surged from the soles of his feet to the sky. Xiang Fengyu turned his head blankly and looked straight into those eyes as lifeless as the night.
The words on his lips suddenly turned around, and Xiang Fengyu almost collapsed and shouted: "Stop trying to persuade me! There is absolutely no way I can go back to Xiang's home! I, Xiang Fengyu, will die in this life! And because of my affair with Yan Xingyue Damn it!"
The familiar voice but the completely different way of speaking made Xiang Xia frown.
"What did you see in that sick boy?"
A suspicious voice came from the cell phone that was turned on speakerphone.
Xiang Fengyu sniffed, looked at Yan Xingyue in front of him, and spoke in a sonorous and powerful voice:
"Yan Xingyue has a big butt and can give birth to a son."
