"Give you bookworms in a world behind the Internet a little bit of the shock of exploding literature."
But Xiang Fengyu completely underestimated the popularity of "Ye Ting Feng Yu", and forgot about the matter after losing only the title and character.
Yan Xingyue, who honestly went out to buy things with a hundred yuan in his pocket, also came back at this time.
"Yueyue is back. Are you tired? Have you met a Maserati Rolls-Royce?"
Yan Xingyue was carrying a shopping bag filled with things, and a stack of change in his other hand.
Just as he was about to return it to Xiang Fengyu, the flash light came on and he narrowed his eyes slightly.
Xiang Fengyu, who obviously didn't expect that the phone's flash was still on, froze.
I'm just a little girl who wants to take secret photos and print them out and stick them on the bedside to remind myself every day. Why do you do this to me...
Raising his eyes to face Yan Xingyue's silent question, Xiang Fengyu said righteously:
"She's so good-looking, why should I take a photo? It's not like I'm doing anything bad by masturbating to her at night."
Yan Xingyue: "......"
For a moment, he wondered if the soul possessing this body was some foul-smelling man.
"small change."
He put the banknotes on the table and coughed in a low voice. When he rubbed shoulders with Xiang Fengyu, the air-conditioning hit him and made him shiver.
Only then did Xiang Fengyu notice that he was wearing very little. It was cold in late autumn, but he was only wearing a thin sweater. His skin was pale, and his figure was thin but tall. He was too beautiful to look like a real person, as if she had gone to the snow in her previous life. During the tour, we saw snow puppets carved from ice by local people on a midwinter night.
No matter how beautiful she was, she was a little lunatic who was not to be played with and was full of barbs. Xiang Fengyu's heart was not shaken at all, but his eyes became more and more fiery, as if he had no idea what kind of person Yan Xingyue was.
Curling her fingers, Yan Xingyue put the things on the table and whispered: "It's ready."
Xiang Fengyu controlled his persona and transformed into a romantic prince of red-eyed literature: "Oh? How to do it?"
Yan Xingyue has dealt with various types of women, but he has never encountered perverts.
Don’t blame Crazy Batch for being too ignorant, it’s really the perverted sexual harassment that doesn’t stop.
Yan Xingyue's face turned cold and Xiang Fengyu stopped.
"It's a joke, Yueyue, you won't take it seriously, hahahaha."
He laughed and quickly started looking through the things he bought.
Yan Xingyue sat on the bar and quietly watched her work.
If someone who doesn't know about it sees it, they will probably praise it as "the atmosphere is warm".
Xiang Fengyu was stewing chicken while thinking about the plot of the original book.
Strangely enough, the original book never mentioned the male protagonist’s motive for killing. He lived in this gorgeous but dilapidated mansion, and the ones he killed the most were some treacherous and evil people, like those in the game. He gained a group of die-hard fans and tried his best to lure the opponent to kill the mysterious NPC.
Even if he is a sick man, he can't find any flaws or weaknesses in him. How can such a person...how to make him believe in himself?
[Sure enough, being a pervert is not enough]
System: You finally realize that there is something wrong with your method
[I want to be a big pervert who makes him feel like he is enveloped in burning love when he sees me! 】
System: [...] Madam.
Xiang Fengyu opened the lid of the pot, and the delicious smell of chicken was washed away by the steam.
Xiang Fengyu found a clean plate to serve the food. Hearing this, he turned his head and looked at Yan Xingyue in the void.
Then he showed a perverted smile and looked straight into the other person's loose sweater collar.
Yan Xingyue silently raised her hands and tightened her sweater.
"It's done, it's a little hot."
Xiang Fengyu put the plate on the bar, stared straight at the person in front of him, and smiled brightly: "You eat first. If you can't finish it, just give it to me."
After hesitating for a moment, she still didn't say the perverted statement "I just like eating your leftovers, like indirect kisses".
She was afraid that the leftovers would directly become the last supper.
Who can imagine.
Yan Xingyue didn't even plan to leave the leftovers for her, he just took the plate and left... left...
Xiang Fengyu:? ? ?
Thinking that he had not even caught a bite of the chicken that he spent so much time and hard work on, Xiang Fengyu became furious——
Angry for a moment.
...
Yan Xingyue carried the plate of freshly baked chicken upstairs and walked into his room.
Place the plate on the table.
He lowered his eyes and stared for a moment, then raised his hand and put his cold fingers to the edge of the porcelain plate, feeling the warmth.
Yan Xingyue could hardly remember the last time she ate normal food.
A skinny hand suddenly stretched out from under the table and grabbed the bowl.
He grabbed the hand quickly and gently, and said in a low voice: "You can't eat it."
Then he picked up a piece of soft boiled meat and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it mechanically. The food went down his throat and into his stomach. Not long after, there was a burst of crazy cramping pain.
Yan Xingyue vomited blood and looked down at the person under the table. The overwhelming pain spread to every part of his limbs, but his expression did not change.
"Mom, give me the antidote."
A moment later, the skinny hand held a porcelain bottle and came over. Yan Xingyue poured out a dark black pill and put it into his mouth without blinking.
After the pain subsided, he picked up the chopsticks again and ate the obviously 'problematic' plate of chicken.
After taking a few bites, Yan Xingyue seemed to be talking to herself or telling others: "If she were a ghost in this mansion, she wouldn't know that those chickens are poisonous."
The chickens were raised by Yan Xingyue with specially prepared poisonous grains. Whoever eats them will die.
But Xiang Fengyu didn't seem to be pretending, she really didn't know.
Xiang Fengyu, who still didn't know that he was almost poisoned, received a call at this time.
The caller ID has only one word: her
There is only one person in the memory who can make the original owner not even want to write his name.
"Hello."
Before Xiang Fengyu could say anything, the person opposite spoke.
A rough but throat-squeezing voice sounded in my ears.
"Jiang Zhi doesn't like you at all. Sister, you'd better give up."
"I don't know where you came to know about Jiang Zhi and me. In order to get revenge, I started to rehash old scores online. How many years have passed since this happened? You knew that I was going to attend an author conference recently but you stirred up trouble at this time. , you are really too selfish."
"I've already told my brother, just take care of yourself and don't be a clown."
Her self-centered remarks made Xiang Fengyu lose focus for a moment.
But fortunately her mouth is faster than her brain.
"Indeed, it seems that I am still too selfish."
"You should post the story about you being cheated into marriage by a gay man and being infected with Helicobacter pylori on the Internet, and write a book called "Stories That Xiang Shilan and the Dead Gay Must Tell in Those Years"."
"I have to give Jiang Zhi a free copy to prevent him from reading the pirated version and missing important information."
With clear speech and a loud voice, a series of explosive words came through the mobile phone screen, which stunned Xiang Shilan who was doing her hair.
How the hell did you know that?
Wait, what about Xiang Fengyu who speaks like a mosquito and never dares to refute even a word? ?
"Who are you!? Where is Xiang Fengyu!!"
Xiang Shilan stood up and pushed the stylist away with a sharp voice.
"I?"
"I am Seo Jundae (choking)"
Xiang Shilan:?
System: […………Scored twice]
