The host went on strike again today

Chapter 6 Modern Dear Miss Clothes (6)
The shower fell.

The boy was leaning against the wall, panting palely, he had low blood sugar.

The elixir last night was just a temporary solution but not the root cause. He needed to eat, but there was nothing to eat in this cold house, and all the seasonings were out of date.

Tang Rui was worrying when she saw that the boy who had recovered a little had just walked two steps with a bath towel around his waist, his face suddenly turned pale, and he staggered towards the washbasin beside him!
At this height, at this angle, if you don't die if you drop it, you will definitely have a bloody head!
Tang Rui didn't have time to think about it, she jumped off the hook, and quickly supported the boy who fell to the ground.

In Jun Wuming's eyes, the wet school uniform suddenly moved by itself, and before he could react, the wet sleeves held his waist like a human arm.

"!!!" Jun Wuming pushed her away like an electric shock, but he forgot about his situation and slipped.

"Fuck!" A soft female voice "breathed fragrance" in his ear.

The moment his wrist was entangled by the sleeve of the school uniform again, Jun Wuming's hair stood on end, and he subconsciously broke free again.

Snapped!
With a crisp sound, he fell firmly to the ground.

Severely dizzy, his eyes turned white and black, and Tang Rui, who had no time to restrain herself, also lost her balance and rolled to the side.

She got up quickly, "Listen to my explanation!"

No matter how "good to hear pregnancy" the cute girl's voice can't stop his instinctive reaction to non-scientific events.

The boy immediately grabbed his coat and opened the window.

Are you so irritable?

The good-looking sister can't bear it!

With a whoosh, the thrown school uniform sleeve wrapped around his arm, and then the other sleeve slapped towards the opponent's face... no, chest!
It is her principle not to slap beautiful faces.

The force wasn't too strong, but it managed to make the boy take a few steps back, and a red streak appeared on his chest.

Looking at the young man with confusion, uneasiness and a hint of subtle fear brewing in his eyes.

Tang Rui took the initiative to retreat to the living room where he could see.

"Jun Wuming, I don't want to hurt you, can we have a proper talk? I'm here to help you!"

She speaks in a voice that she best hears makes her want to throw up.

As a result, the boy on the opposite side shook and fainted again.

She swears, she must not be disgusted by her.

001 sighed, "Host, I have to say, this first meeting between the two of you is enough to impress him, and it's not reasonable at all, it's totally unacceptable."

"You're the one who talks a lot." She silently supported her forehead.

In order to prevent him from becoming anemic again, she gave him another bigu pill, which is equivalent to the amount of three meals for a mortal.

She found the bed sheet again, and rolled him into sushi with her eyes closed. When she was "rolling sushi", she had to sigh again for the boy's skinny male waist, and patted it, it felt good.

But the problem she is facing now is that she has no way out, and she must find a way to make Jun Wuming trust her, otherwise it will be too difficult to complete this task.

Jun Wuming woke up again, an hour later.

He got up from the bed in a jerk, and found himself wrapped in sheets, and what was even more amazing was that he didn't feel any hunger or discomfort after hypoglycemia.

It was as if what he had just experienced was a hallucination or a dream.

After he put on clean clothes and walked out of the bedroom door, he denied his thoughts.

It was noon, the sun was shining brightly, on the island in the partition between the living room and the kitchen, a blue and white school uniform he was familiar with was just like being worn by a transparent person, with his back arched, two sleeves propped up, and the zipper fully closed. Open, swing the two corners of the clothes.

It's like a person sitting in a state of boredom shaking his legs.

Ordinary people would probably be terrified when they saw this scene. No matter how young and mature the materialist Jun Wuming is, he still has to suspect that he is either crazy or the world is crazy.

For a moment, the atmosphere was confused and awkward.

It was Tang Rui who broke the silence with a dry cough.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, my name is Tang Rui."

The woman's voice sounded soft and non-aggressive, and the strangest thing was that the voice appeared in his mind instead of coming from his ears.

No matter how harmless the sound was, he couldn't dispel his vigilance, especially if the other party was a piece of clothing! !

Too many unexplainable things made Jun Wuming gradually calm down, and he suddenly remembered the inexplicably healed wounds on his body before.

"What exactly are you?"

The boy's voice was the same as his own, cool and magnetic.

(End of this chapter)