If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Song Chuyi hesitated for a moment, but still lowered his head and pecked the corner of Fifteen's lips.

“That’s the reward.”

He whispered, his ears slightly red.

Fifteen stared straight at Song Chuyi and pursed his lips slightly.

It was just a simple touch, but the feeling of hunger strangely disappeared.

He had never felt such satisfaction.

Ah Chu...what a good Ah Chu.

Fifteen's Adam's apple rolled and he murmured, "I like it."

This feeling was something that nothing could satisfy him.

The kind that even eating the building next to it wouldn't satisfy you.

Song Chuyi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was temporarily satisfied.

At least today, the fifteenth will not eat the building next door.

"You know that this is the human world, right?" Song Chuyi asked.

Fifteen nodded, held Song Chuyi's wrist, spread out his palm, and touched his palm with his slightly cool fingertips.

What words are written stroke by stroke.

Song Chuyi felt his strokes and was stunned for a moment.

This is not a word from this world.

At least in his memory and in the context of the original story, there was no such text.

But Song Chuyi was very sure that this was a kind of writing.

He moved his fingertips slightly and curled his fingers slightly.

He looked at him very seriously and solemnly.

"fifteen."

"what is this?"

Fifteen tilted his head, and a faint light was reflected in his almost transparent pupils.

"name."

"mine."

He emphasized the existence of "I".

"Achu, do you know each other?"

Song Chuyi didn't say anything.

He tried to see something from Fifteen's innocent and clear face.

Fifteen did not avoid his gaze and even gave a faint smile.

Song Chuyi took a deep breath, "You Jian."

He read out the two words Fifteen had written on his palm.

Those seemingly complicated strokes are actually two simple words.

But such strokes and such fonts should belong to the federal language, one of the four most advanced civilizations.

This should be a text that only the villain who has recovered his memory can be familiar with.

It is not something that the simple and ignorant You Jian in front of him can understand.

Song Chuyi lowered his eyes slightly, "How could you write these two words?"

Fifteen, no, it should be said that You Jian tilted his head, as if recalling something.

Two seconds later, he shook his head.

"Born with it."

As he spoke, he gently stretched out Song Chuyi's fingers and wrote something on his palm.

Song Chuyi recognized it clearly, the name he wrote was - Achu.

After You Jian finished writing, he laughed.

"And Ah Chu's name, I knew it since I was born."

This name seemed to be something he had not forgotten in his previous life and was deeply engraved in the depths of his soul.

Compared to the name "You Jian", which he seemed to have heard someone say, the two words "Achu" seemed to appear suddenly in his mind.

He couldn't even find the source of the memory.

But he likes Achu.

He was also so sure that Achu belonged to him.

There was a faint smile on You Jian's face, but the more it was like that, the more frightened Song Chuyi became.

He seemed to realize something and held You Jian's hand.

"You have to listen to me, understand?"

You Jian nodded seriously.

"I know."

He moved closer.

"Listen to Ah Chu."

"You'll get a kiss."

Song Chuyi:...

The latter sentence goes without saying.

But at least there is still kissing to satisfy You Jian.

Song Chuyi gave him a few more instructions and then coaxed him to go to bed.

You Jian held him in his arms and fell asleep contentedly.

But Song Chuyi had no desire to sleep at all.

He poked the little white ball in his sea of ​​consciousness.

[Xiao Tong, please ask the main system for me what the criteria for judging the success of a mission in this world are.]

Xiao Tong quickly went to ask the main system.

[Host, the main system says that when the villain's desire is no longer food, the mission will be successful. ]

Song Chuyi asked again: [Can we leave this world immediately after the mission is successful? ]

Xiao Tong was obviously stunned.

[Host, don’t you like villains very much? ]

After coming to so many worlds, Xiao Tong has seen the host's preference for villains.

Moreover, the host has always accompanied the villain throughout his life, so why is it that this world is like this?

Song Chuyi took a deep breath and said, "I really like him, but he is about to recover his memory."

[He already knows how to write my name in the federal language.]

[If he recovers his memory, none of us will be able to escape. ]

Even though Xiao Tong was slow, he realized that something was wrong.

The host seems to know the villain?

[Host, who is the villain? ] Xiao Tong asked curiously.

Song Chuyi: [He is a very powerful and perverted person. ]

[They are all villains, how can you think they can be good people? 】

Xiao Tong still didn't quite understand, [But host, the villain really likes you. ]

[You also like the villain. Even if the villain is very bad, he has never hurt you. ]

Song Chuyi: [...]

[How come hurting my waist doesn't count as hurting? ]

He coughed lightly after he finished speaking, [Things that are not suitable for Xiao Tong are also considered harm. ]

Xiao Tong: [Host, I have asked the main system. ]

[The main system says you can leave at any time after completing the task. ]

Song Chuyi heaved a sigh of relief after getting the answer.

He raised his eyes to look at the sleeping You Jian, and gently traced his face with his fingertips.

The pink fingertips rested on his lips. He blinked gently and murmured, "I didn't mean it."