The male partner is wearing it quickly, paranoid villain, why are you locking me up?

bathroom.

The heat on his face has not completely dissipated.

Song Jiu held a handful of water to wash his face, water droplets flowing down his flushed cheeks.

After the heat dissipated, he lifted the hem of the cotton short sleeves with his fingertips.

He looked in the mirror with a slender waist and fair skin. A black bruise on his chest was particularly conspicuous. The edge of the wound is still a little red and swollen, and it looks very serious.

Song Jiu bit the hem of his clothes and squeezed out the ointment inconveniently.

Gently tap the ointment on the bruised area with your fingertips, and spread it slowly until the wound is completely covered.

After finishing my work, I straightened my clothes in front of the mirror.

Song Jiu walked out, but his hand on the doorknob stopped.

If someone asked him how he felt now, he would answer without hesitation, fear.

Yes, at first it was just awe, but after a few months of getting along, now only fear remains.

Strong aura and moody.

Anyone else would have been unable to withstand the invisible pressure and would have stayed far away.

Even though Song Jiu had no memory, he was still naturally afraid of the strong.

Just like a weak little white rabbit, when it smells a strong predator, it instinctively seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages, and runs away like crazy.

The scars on his body were still aching, reminding him of what he had just experienced.

Song Jiu hesitated for a while, then bit the bullet and opened the bathroom door.

The man sat with his back facing him and didn't look back when he heard the door open.

From his angle, all he could see was a stern figure and a black ballpoint pen that kept waving.

Are you painting?

Song Jiu couldn't help but think of the scene when the two first met.

Shen Han was like this at that time, indifferent to the sounds around him and immersed in creation.

Looking closer, he found that it was indeed the case.

The black lines roam freely on the white paper, and the pen tip is smooth and silky. After a while, a beautiful black rose appeared on the paper.

"...Come, I'll teach you how to draw."

Song Jiu stood quietly by the side, admiring the finished product without paying attention to the boy's movements.

Suddenly he was pulled into his arms and sat on the boy's strong legs, and a scalding temperature came from the joint.

The mind is in turmoil.

Immediately afterwards, his hands were wrapped by another pair of large hands, guiding him in painting techniques.

Song Jiu had no time to feel ashamed and sank into a wonderful world.

The figures of two people, one small and one large, overlap.

The smaller boy imitated intently, while the tall boy lowered his head and taught seriously, with a hint of endearment flashing in his eyes from time to time.

Song Jiu is an excellent youngster who learns everything very quickly. In just a few dozen minutes, a dozen beautiful roses took shape.

"dong dong"

There was a knock on the door, and Song Jiu heard the old housekeeper's voice.

"Master, the cakes are ready." There was a moment of silence, and the people outside the door seemed to be waiting for some instructions.

Suddenly, the soft flesh around his waist was touched unexpectedly.

Song Jiu trembled involuntarily.

The corners of her eyes were moist, and her beautiful peach blossom eyes subconsciously turned to the boy behind her.

That look was truly breathtaking.

She clearly has an innocent appearance, but it becomes seductive and charming because of it.

It's like a spirit from the demon world, or a lustful ghost that sucks the mind. It almost sucks away all three souls and seven souls of a person.

A certain thought came out of the blue and quickly swept through the body, becoming frighteningly strong.

The boy took a heavy breath, barely suppressed his restlessness, and pushed the person.

"Open the door, it's for you."

Song Jiu stood up hesitantly and pointed at himself hesitantly: "For me?"

Contrary to the strong desire in his heart, the boy crossed his slender legs and gave a faint hum.

Song Jiu had no choice but to walk over and open the door.

The old butler stood upright, holding a white porcelain plate in his hand, with a finely crafted small cake on it.

"Guest, your pastries are ready, please enjoy." The old butler lowered his eyebrows with a respectful attitude.

Song Jiu took the white porcelain plate and thanked him softly.

The pastry is only about the size of a palm and about the thickness of a finger. It is wrapped in snow-white cream and sprinkled with finely shredded star sugar on the surface. It is simple and unpretentious, but has a charming aroma.

He hesitantly tasted a small spoonful. The taste was delicate and silky, sweet but not greasy.

It's sweet to the core.

This is the first time he has tasted such a delicious pastry in this small world.

Shen Xueshen is such a good person, Song Jiu praised him in his heart.

The handsome boy noticed his ridiculous thoughts and gave a cold laugh, as if he was mocking his naivety or his lack of experience in the world.

Song Jiu blushed and felt embarrassed. His eyes were wandering and he didn't know where to put them.

I accidentally caught a glimpse of the roses on the white paper.

Something flashed through my mind very quickly.

Rose?

When they first met, Shen Han was painting roses. There were large tracts of roses planted in the flowerbed of Shen's house, and there were many paintings about roses hanging on the walls...

So, Shen Han’s favorite thing is roses? !

It must be.

No one would put something annoying in front of their eyes every day.

The task that had not progressed for a long time finally had a clue. Song Jiu's heart beat fast and his cheeks became rosy.

[In this world, your task is to obtain the target of the strategy - Shen Han's beloved thing. 】

The system's words echoed in his mind. So, what does it mean to 'get'?

It's definitely not as simple as picking a flower from the flower garden, Song Jiu thought to himself as he took a bite of a spoonful of cake.

After thinking about it, he finished eating the small pastry, and he had the answer in his heart.

Putting the porcelain plate down, Song Jiu pursed his lips and looked out the window at the flower garden, pretending to yearn for it: "The weather is sunny today, let's go down and walk around the flower garden and relax, okay?"

After a pause, the boy nodded coldly.

Shen's house is located on a flat terrain and covers a large area. The flower garden is naturally also very large. If you look around, you can't even see the edge.

The flowers rippled in the breeze, and the rose-colored branches danced beautifully.

Song Jiu had no intention of admiring such a grand scene, and only focused on the task that was about to be completed.

His heart was like a thunder drum, and he tried his best to keep his trembling voice calm.

"Shen Xueshen, can you pick a rose for me? It may not be convenient for me...I...I want to keep a rose as a souvenir."

He stutters when he lies.

The boy raised his eyebrows. Due to the previous atrocities, he did not expose his lies and did as he was told.

He picked off the sharp thorns on the green stem with a natural movement, and then handed over the bright rose.

Is the task going to be completed so easily?

Song Jiu stared at the roses in a daze, but why was his chest feeling tight?

Obviously he has always been eager to complete the task, but now this opportunity is right in front of him.

But he was not happy at all.

Song Jiu recalled the scene where the boy carefully removed the flower thorns just now, and then recalled the boy's focused black eyes while painting.

These bits and pieces are so ordinary that they cannot be more ordinary, ordinary and ordinary.