Yan Xingyue: "......"
Xiang Xia: "..."
Damn it, Xiang Fengyu, you dare to play tricks on me.
A sneer escaped from his thin lips, and Xiang Jia Er, who obviously didn't hear Xiang Fengyu's inner pleading, decisively hung up the phone, leaving a series of angry beeps.
"Sm?"
Yan Xingyue politely returned the phone, tilted his head to look at Xiang Fengyu, and spat out the two letters unfamiliarly.
"You sleep and then I steal your mOney."
"Abbreviation: Sm"
The corners of Xiang Fengyu's fake smile were almost broken.
Her eyes caught a glimpse of the door that had been closed by her, but was now wide open. She wailed in her heart: "You didn't remind me!" ? 】
The system's voice was as cold as ever: [I reminded you when you called me brother in a vulgar way]
Xiang Fengyu instantly sympathized with why Yan Xingyue killed someone.
"How did you come?"
After hastily finishing her complaint, she mobilized all her emotions to look at Yan Xingyue in front of her. Without waiting for him to speak, she quickly picked up the pajamas she had thrown aside just now and hugged her tightly, with a vigilant face: "I can't return this to you. I’m going to sleep with it in my arms.”
Even if Yan Xingyue secretly attacked her at night, she would still hold on to the pajamas as evidence.
Yan Xingyue looked straight at her, seemingly determined to ignore the pajamas.
"Don't you want to make some medicine?"
he whispered.
It's like I got out of bed and came here just to ask this question.
Xiang Fengyu underestimated him. He really didn't expect that the person who was vomiting blood just now and seemed to be dying in the next second could have such great recovery power.
Speaking of which, Yangzi, who suffered from a minor illness during this period, has not quietly recovered yet. He is really in poor health.
"Decoct the medicine, yes, decoct the medicine. I'm going to make the medicine right now. You wait for me."
Xiang Fengyu put the pajamas on his bed in front of him, lowered his head and smelled it for a few times, and then turned around reluctantly.
Yan Xingyue's eyelids trembled and he lowered his eyes, looking like he couldn't bear to look directly.
Following the system's reminder, he walked towards the kitchen. When he turned around and didn't see Yan Xingyue, Xiang Fengyu breathed a sigh of relief.
I should have fooled him just now...
Looking at the girl who was studying how to cook medicine in the kitchen, Yan Xingyue stood in the shadows, with uncertain emotions in her dark eyes.
The person who was forcibly sent here yesterday and had never taken a step beyond his own room found the kitchen with ease.
She looked familiar here.
His pale fingers played with the sharp blade in his hand, and a voice that only he could hear murmured: "Is it the ghost in this mansion?"
Xiang Fengyu was studying the sticky note posted on the wall with the dosage of medicinal materials written on it, when suddenly a hair hit his back and he turned around but saw nothing.
[System, is Yan Xingyue here? 】
【He's not in now】
Xiang Fengyu breathed a sigh of relief.
In the surveillance room, Yan Xingyue sat down at the table, turned on the only computer that was still connected to the power supply, and gently and slowly opened the surveillance folder in his bedroom an hour ago.
Xiang Fengyu, who didn't know that he was going to be exposed, was worried at this time.
I can understand the dosage of medicinal materials, and also study how to fry them.
but……
There's no medicine left!
Not only was the medicine gone, Xiang Fengyu almost fainted on the spot when he saw the empty refrigerator with only one egg left in front of him.
【At least there is an egg】
The system comforted.
Xiang Fengyu smirked: "It doesn't matter."
"A good woman has her ambitions in all directions, and should drink from the northwest wind and keep silent."
Pulling out the original owner's cell phone, Xiang Fengyu was about to open it when he suddenly thought of the scene where Yan Xingyue took it away just now. He held the large cell phone in his hand like a toy.
He lifted the phone and put it under his nose and smelled it. Xiang Fengyu closed his eyes and shook his head and sighed: "Wow~ Yan Xingyue smells~"
Yan Xingyue, who had just stepped in: "..."
Enough, I say enough.
After this pause, Xiang Fengyu immediately noticed the change in the atmosphere. As soon as he opened his eyes and turned his head, he saw Yan Xingyue, who had been standing there silently for an unknown length of time, and... the rope in his hand.
It’s over, come for me!
Xiang Fengyu instantly thought of the description in the original book where Yan Xingyue tied up the thief who accidentally broke in and cut his flesh with a knife.
Under Yan Xingyue's gaze, the expression of the girl who had just been "intoxicated" with the taste of her mobile phone changed significantly, and a drop of cold sweat slowly dripped from her forehead.
Her appearance seemed to please Yan Xingyue. The boy who had been tormented by "I just came to smell your body fragrance", "transplanted uterus" and "baby" all day long slightly curled his lips.
Are you finally scared?
"We, Yueyue, actually like bondage play!"
"Is it really okay? I'm a little bit like that..."
Xiang Fengyu, who looked shy, sat down decisively, stretched out his hands together, and his eyes were astonishingly bright.
"Or I can tie you up. What position does Yueyue like? Tortoise-shell, chest, or strands?"
Yan Xingyue: "......"
First, what is Yueyue.
Xiang Fengyu glared fiercely at Yan Xingyue, but he was so angry that he wanted to curse him.
You're a sick little boy, I'm here to make some medicine for you and you still tie me up, that's too ungrateful.
While he was complaining, Yan Xingyue suddenly moved, holding the rope in his hand and walking towards Xiang Fengyu step by step.
Xiang Fengyu maintained an expectant expression, but there was a sharp explosion in his heart.
[He, he, he is coming! ! 】
Invisibly, the air seemed to have weight, so heavy that Xiang Fengyu didn't dare to breathe.
Just when she was thinking about whether her physical strength could buy her enough time to escape, Yan Xingyue had already walked up to her.
Xiang Fengyu moved his fingers slightly, planning to preemptively raise his hand to grab Xiao Yan's younger brother as a 'hostage'——
Yan Xingyue didn't stop for a moment and walked straight over.
Xiang Fengyu was dumbfounded.
Not coming for me?
Pushing open the back door of the kitchen, out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Xiang Fengyu who was sitting on the floor with his hands stretched out and a confused look on his face. Yan Xingyue hooked up her bloodless lips, and some emotion appeared in her dark eyes, but quickly Hide.
Xiang Fengyu came back to his senses, followed him belatedly, and then saw——
Yan Xiaobing, who was as thin as snow and as pale as snow, was waving the hemp rope in his hand——
Catch the chicken.
Xiang Fengyu’s first thought:
I'm so excited.
After walking out and looking at the chickens that were frightened and jumping around, Xiang Fengyu took a long time to digest before accepting the fact that there were still living animals in this house. He grabbed a small wooden bench nearby and sat down.
After being stunned for a moment, she suddenly realized that this was a good opportunity and quietly touched her phone.
She had to find another way to contact Xiang Xia. She had to leave this hellish place.
The previous time she opened it in a hurry, this time she pretended to play with her phone under Yan Xingyue's nose, and moved slowly.
In my previous life, I was a bad writer of books. I should have been aiming at social software, but after seeing that it was obviously a novel software, I couldn't look away.
[The original owner also reads novels? Or also write novels? ? 】
Xiang Fengyu hesitated and chose to open the software.
Immediately afterwards, I was blinded by countless messages that popped up.
[This news... the original owner really wrote a book]
Xiang Fengyu opened the backstage with some surprise.
'Plagiarizing S's whole family, how many years did the cloned sheep live without counting? '
"This kind of bad writing dares to touch us, Lanlan, who is disgusting?"
'Who do you think you copied from? Did you not know who Lanlan was before you copied it?'
'You should go see a psychiatrist. Are you being scolded for being addicted if you haven't canceled your account for so many years?'
Countless private messages popped up, filled with all kinds of filthy words, which made Feng Yu raise his eyebrows.
What's happening here?
