Are The Villain Bosses Strong?

The faint fragrance lingered at the tip of her nose, and the uncontrollable rumbling in her abdomen woke Yang Ling'er from her sleep.

Hearing the sound of spatulas colliding through the crack of the door, Yang Ling'er sat up immediately.

Oops,

she actually got up late.

She forgot to put on the slippers that Ji Feng had repeatedly ordered, and ran to the kitchen barefoot.

Ji Feng was wearing a gray apron over a casual blue casual outfit, standing in the morning light with a frying pan in one hand and a spatula in the other, making breakfast, and the lingering fragrance filled the entire kitchen.

Hearing the movement from the living room and looking out, Yang Ling'er was wearing the pink bear pajamas she bought yesterday, biting her lips and bowing her head like a little girl who had made a mistake.

Yang Ling'er's frightened look made Ji Feng a little helpless. Isn't it just sleeping a little longer? If he didn't need to go to the group soon, he would be sleeping soundly on the bed now.

Even though he knew that this was a psychological shadow left by Yang Ling'er for many years, Ji Feng was still unhappy, making him look like a heinous criminal.

"Want to stay here?" Ji Feng asked while flipping the omelette.

Yang Ling'er couldn't tell whether this was an accountability or a simple question, so she instinctively kept silent, which could avoid a lot of unnecessary beatings.

But thinking of Ji Feng's grief and anger when she didn't answer him last night, Yang Ling'er wrote down the first sentence of the day on the notepad.

[Think]

"Then forget all the past things and habits. Since you want to stay with me, then follow my requirements. Do you understand?"

[I will do it]

"Put on your slippers now and go wash up."

Yang Ling'er obediently went back to the room and put on the slippers of the right size, walked to the sink and began to wash up unfamiliarly.

The cool water splashed on her face and took away the last drowsiness. Yang Ling'er didn't wipe it with a towel immediately, but stared at the unfamiliar self in the mirror in a daze.

The hair was fluffy due to the pillow, and there was no stain on the clean face. The eyes that could not be reflected in the sewage now showed a little vitality in the mirror.

Is this me?

It was hard for Yang Ling'er to tell whether what she was experiencing now was a beautiful dream before dying.

She wanted to reach out and touch the mirror that separated illusion and reality, but at the moment she was about to touch it, she retracted her finger.

She was afraid that she would wake up in a muddy mess after touching it.

"Are you not finished washing yet?"

Yang Ling'er walked to the table. The sandwich made of buttered bread, fried eggs, bacon, and lettuce on the plate exuded an enticing aroma that made people drool.

Ji Feng put the cup of milk with a drop of recovery potion in front of Yang Ling'er.

Yang Linger sat on the chair on tiptoe, the smiling bear on her pajamas trembling. I don't know if the manufacturer has some serious illness, and he has to stick two smiling bears on both sides of her chest that look like they are mocking.

Ji Feng felt that he should change her pajamas when he has time, and the monotonous one without any pattern is just right.

Ji Feng did not give any instructions to eat, and he ate by himself.

Yang Linger looked at the delicious food in front of her and hesitated for a rare time. The two rules and teachings clashed in her mind.

Ji Feng did not urge her. Those who act according to instructions are slaves and puppets, not normal people.

He said everything he should say. It is up to Yang Linger to choose whether to be a person or continue to be a slave.

After Ji Feng ate half of the sandwich, Yang Linger finally picked up the sandwich tentatively, and secretly glanced at Ji Feng from time to time. As long as Ji Feng made a big move, she would immediately put the sandwich back to its original position and sit down obediently.

After making sure that Ji Feng really would not do it, Yang Linger held the sandwich with both hands and lowered her head to bite it.

The sweetness of butter, the richness of egg yolk, and the salty aroma of bacon filled the mouth. Such deliciousness made Yang Linger unconsciously squint her eyes, and she kept eating the bread like a silkworm, leaving a half circle of small teeth marks.

Not talking while eating and not talking while sleeping is a habit that Ji Feng has developed since he was a child, and Yang Linger is the same.

So in the quiet morning, the two sat opposite each other and ate breakfast quietly.

[Yang Linger's trust increased by 1 point, current trust: 1, 10 points obtained]

No wonder so many people like to play development games. The feedback brought by cultivating characters through hard work and effort is really pleasant.

After the meal, Yang Linger finally finished a glass of milk. A thin layer of milk foam hung on her pale pink lips. It's a pity that she is too thin. If she could be fatter, she would look very cute.

Ji Feng changed his clothes and put on his shoes while saying to Yang Ling'er who was standing in front of him to see him off: "If nothing unexpected happens today, I should be back in the evening."

"Also, remember to eat all the food you bought. You don't want to know what the consequences will be if you starve yourself to death again." Ji Feng was a little worried and simply threatened.

Yang Ling'er nodded and watched Ji Feng close the door and leave.

She looked at the empty house where she was alone and decided to find something to do so that this dream-like life could last a little longer.

Yang Ling'er was very skilled at sweeping and mopping the floor, all of which were earned with the scars on her body.

The house was not large, but Yang Ling'er was still busy for a whole morning despite her weak body.

When she was hungry at noon, she still did not take the unopened food, but found the half bag of bread left in the morning, took a glass of water, and chose a dining table chair from the plush sofa and dining table chair, and sat on it to solve her lunch.

The bright sunshine shone through the window and warmed her body, making people feel lazy, especially for people like Yang Ling'er who had not been exposed to the sun for many years, the power was even greater.

She could not help dozing off before she could eat the last piece of bread.

Because she was short, she could only rest her head on the counter-shaped dining table, and slowly tilted to one side in the light column formed by the dust.

Occasionally, a noisy sound from outside the window would make her quickly straighten her head, open her eyes a little with effort and put the bread into her mouth.

However, before she finished eating the bread, her head slowly tilted to the other side.

Like a white lotus blooming in the mud, quiet and beautiful.