Quickly wear the sinister villain, let go of my tail

No! Song Guo suddenly stopped!

In the original plot, my lover Fei Yuan is a loyal childhood sweetheart who secretly likes the heroine Cheng Xiaoxiao. In other words, my lover in this world likes cute girls, not boys? !

Thinking of this, Song Guo couldn't help but shudder and began to feel a little uneasy.

He knew that the bond between him and his lover was deep, but things like sexual orientation couldn't be changed easily!

If her lover Fei Yuan really no longer likes boys, wouldn't their love face huge challenges?

The more Song Guo thought about it, the more headache he felt. He couldn't help but scratch his head and said to himself in distress, "This is really troublesome..."

He really couldn't imagine, if his lover Fei Yuan really didn't like boys anymore, how should he deal with such a situation?

Song Guo bit her fingers, her heart filled with anxiety and uneasiness.

Song Guo tossed and turned in bed, feeling extremely conflicted and unable to fall asleep for a long time.

As time went by, the sky outside the window gradually brightened. A faint pale light began to appear in the distant sky, and the whole sky became much brighter.

On the eastern horizon, wisps of orange-red light slowly emerged, filtering through the gaps in the curtains and gently falling into the corners of the room.

Just then, the shrill alarm clock suddenly rang.

Song Guo sighed, reluctantly sat up from the bed and turned off the alarm clock. Although he had just barely closed his eyes and fell asleep, he could no longer stay in bed because he knew he still had to go to work today.

After a simple wash, Song Guo walked out of the house with tired steps. The streets in the early morning seemed particularly deserted, with only a few pedestrians walking hurriedly.

He walked into a familiar breakfast shop and shouted to the boss: "Boss, the same old rules, one fried dough stick and one cup of soy milk."

The boss had a big round belly and a smile on his face: "Okay! Xiao Song, you're here so early today. Wait a moment, I'll make it for you right away."

Song Guo smiled shyly and said, "Okay, thank you, boss."

However, in his vision, the boss's face was just a blurry mosaic.

Not only that, the faces of other customers were also blurred, making it difficult to distinguish them.

This situation made Song Guo deeply understand the pain of people with face blindness. Everyone's face looks the same, which made him understand more and more why the original owner was unwilling to have too much contact with others.

Song Guo thought about it, lowered his head and drank a sip of soy milk, then turned around and prepared to leave. However, he never expected that the next moment his nose would feel as if it had hit a solid wall and he would feel extremely painful.

Tears instantly welled up in his eyes, and the soy milk in his hand spilled all over the floor due to the sudden impact, splashing onto his white shoes and trouser legs.

Song Guo tightly covered his painful nose, trying not to cry out. A warm big hand gently lifted his face, and a low and charming voice sounded in his ears: "Are you okay? Sorry, I really didn't mean it. How about I take you to the hospital?"

The sound is like a glass of fine wine that has been aged for many years, rich and mellow, full of endless charm.

Song Guo couldn't help but tremble slightly, and slowly opened his eyes that were sparkling with tears. When he saw the clear face in front of him, an indescribable shock surged in his heart.

What met his eyes was no longer a blurry mosaic, but a very impactful face.

The man's face was as cold as a knife, and his brows revealed a kind of determination and heroism; his eyes were sharp and deep, but inadvertently revealed a hint of imperceptible tenderness.

Song Guo was completely stunned, his mind went blank. He stared at the man in front of him with wide eyes in disbelief—Fei Yuan? !

How come my lover is here?

Fei Yuan, who had come here for no apparent reason, suddenly had the answer in his mind.

He stared at Song Guo, who was standing in front of him like a fool, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth involuntarily.

Perhaps, all this was specially arranged by God, allowing them to meet here unexpectedly.

Song Guo quickly put down his hand, shook his head like a frightened rabbit, and said anxiously: "No, no, I'm really fine."

If he really let his lover Fei Yuan take him to the hospital, the doctor would probably not be able to help but tease him: If you come any later, the wound will disappear.

After all, he didn't even have a wound on his body, just a slight redness, which would return to normal after a while.

Fei Yuan stared quietly at the boy in front of him. He was like a delicate oil painting, and every detail was extremely fascinating.

His hair is like the delicate frosting on the soft bread just baked, soft and fluffy.

Those thick little curls fall naturally on the forehead, exuding an indescribable playfulness and vitality.

Her facial features are delicate and three-dimensional, her skin is as white as jade, and as smooth and delicate as porcelain. Especially her bright big eyes, which are like two shining stars, sparkling with charming light.

The long eyelashes trembled slightly, as if two nimble butterflies were dancing on the eyes.

Every detail fits Fei Yuan's aesthetic taste so perfectly that his heartbeat quickened involuntarily.

Song Guo was stared at by her lover's burning gaze, and two faint blushes appeared on her face, like the shyness of peach blossoms when they first bloomed. Song Guo pursed the corners of her mouth slightly, trying hard to suppress her inner shyness.

Fei Yuan restrained his burning gaze and apologized politely: "I'm so sorry for soiling your clothes. Let's add each other as friends and I'll transfer the money to you."

Song Guo was delighted, as it would be convenient to contact his lover after getting his contact information.

The little squirrel took out his mobile phone with reserve and added his lover's WeChat. Song Guo looked at the newly added squirrel avatar friend on WeChat and his heart twitched slightly.

This little squirrel looks like his prototype! Does that prove that the lover actually likes him subconsciously, but just likes the heroine Cheng Xiaoxiao for some special reason? !

Song Guo's heart was filled with waves.

Song Guo stroked the squirrel portrait on his phone and pretended to be curious: "Do you like little squirrels?"

"I like it. I don't know why I like the little squirrel on my avatar. I'm not interested in other little squirrels." Fei Yuan explained, his eyes falling on the little squirrel on his WeChat avatar, as gentle as water.

In order to depict the little squirrel in his mind, he studied painting skills for three years. However, in Fei Yuan's opinion, it was all worth it.

"Will you feel strange?" Fei Yuan felt a little uneasy.

"No! I don't think so. I just think that this little squirrel that you favor is really lucky."

Song Guo and Fei Yuan smiled at each other, their eyes met in the air, creating a gentle ripple.