The Big Devil vs. the Dark Villain

Victor was so angry that he picked up a pillow and threw it at him.

How come he didn't realize this guy was such a bitch?

Nan Zhiyi calmly took it with one hand and handed the porridge at just the right temperature to him.

"You've finished your temper now, right? Be good and eat."

"What a shitty meal! I don't want to see you. Get out, get out of here." Victor waved his hands angrily and happened to knock the porridge to the ground.

Nan Zhiyi lowered her eyes and looked at her hands that were scalded red by the porridge, then looked at the porridge scattered on the ground.

He restrained his expression, bent down calmly and started to clean up.

Victor looked at the mess on the ground, withdrew his hand sadly, pursed his lips guiltily, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

As proud as he is, he would never apologize.

But seeing him silent and hurt, I felt inexplicably tight and uncomfortable, and finally I spoke awkwardly.

"You were the one who wanted to hand it over, and you haven't held it firmly yet. No... it's not my fault."

"Okay, okay, I don't want you to be responsible anymore, I'll be responsible for you, okay?

I know I was wrong, please don’t be sad…”

Nan Zhiyi raised her watery eyes and looked at him accusingly, "You should be responsible for this, right? You said it so reluctantly. Humph, I can tell from the sound of your heart that you are not sincere."

“Besides, who’s sad? I just feel a little sorry for myself.

Thinking that you had just recovered from your injury and were short of food and couldn't find anything to eat, I reluctantly gave half a bowl of blood to make porridge for you, but you knocked it over and I got my hand burned.

It hurts me so much.

Aren't you just taking advantage of the fact that I like you to deliberately make things difficult for me? "

"Fortunately I cooked more..."

I aspire to be a canary, and you still want me to be responsible for supporting the family. That's wishful thinking.

The clever little Nan Zhiyi comes online, ready to turn the tables.

There were a lot of complaints, and Victor felt complicated after listening to them. He didn't know whether he should be happy or sad.

Even though he was the one being slept with, Yi acted as if he was at a disadvantage. What a cunning bastard.

But when I thought about the meal he worked so hard to prepare for me and was beaten, I couldn't stop feeling heartbroken.

When she thought that he liked her as much as she did, she couldn't help but feel excited. When she heard that he had prepared extra food, she found him so adorable.

It seems I am really hopeless!

Thinking of this, Victor lay back on the bed, covered his eyes and laughed softly, then his laughter became louder and louder.

"Okay, stop laughing, it's scary."

“I was just teasing you. I knew you wouldn’t enjoy your first bowl of rice, so I cooked two pots.

One pot of red bean and purple rice porridge, and the other pot is specially prepared and made with blood."

Nan Zhiyi looked at the other person who was laughing more and more crazily, and was afraid that the little boy would be really stimulated and stupid, so she hurriedly coaxed him in a gentle voice.

At the same time, he went out and quickly cleaned up, pushed two new bowls of porridge over and placed them on the dining table beside the bed.

He bent over, picked up the heavy kid, and took him to the bathroom to wash up.

I don’t know what this kid was thinking. So early in the morning, he not only wanted to take a rose bath, but also put a full-length mirror next to him.

I couldn't help it and added more food to my meal.

Victor curled up in his arms, his eyes drooping with tiredness, and let him help him wash, brush his teeth and eat.

The red eyes were as clear as if washed by water, with a hint of confusion.

When Victor woke up again, he felt shaky. He pulled open the curtain and found that he was being held by Nan Zhiyi in the magic carriage.

The sleepiness disappeared and his face turned gloomy. "Where are you going to take me? And how did you escape?"

"Didn't you notice? Of course he went back to school. How did he get out? Did he just come out with you?"

Nan Zhiyi pretended not to know, blinked her eyes innocently, and gently tucked his hair that was blown by the wind behind his ears.

"You are talking nonsense. I set up restrictions in the castle to trap you.

And there is no entrance for humans to exit at all."

Victor grabbed his hand and said fiercely that he didn't want to be fooled like this at all.

Nan Zhiyi leisurely distanced himself from the two of them, straightened his clothes, put away his frivolous smile, and argued as if it was a matter of course.

"You forgot that I am also a vampire, and I flew out with you directly.

As for the maze restriction you mentioned, isn't that just a decoration for fun?"

Victor was choked and almost vomited blood.

Restrictions are for fun. Listen to what nonsense you are talking about. How do you expect those unlucky guys who are trapped by the restrictions to deal with it?

He looked down at the silver chains on the two men's hands, and his tense nerves relaxed a little.

"Why, young master, are you afraid that I'll run away?

Don't worry, you promised to take responsibility, so I will rely on you for the rest of my life."

Nan Zhiyi casually curled Victor's short hair with her fingers, leaned close to sniff it, and gave him a devout kiss.

The beautiful butterfly eyelids trembled slightly, but could not hide the pious and serious look in her eyes.

This is not only what I want to say, but also what the original owner has always wanted to say but has not been able to say.

The carriage suddenly became quiet, and Nan Zhiyi's thoughts drifted away unconsciously, back to the time when the original owner and Victor first met.

"Please, can you give me something to eat?"

"GongGong, you are already a grown man, it's fine if you don't make money yourself, but you come here to beg.

It's all because of those people who think they have good intentions that you've become more and more lazy."

"Please, please be kind. They don't want me, and I have no choice."

The original owner, who was thirteen years old, had just lost both his parents in an accident. After the funeral, he had very little money left.

With only one year left before he became an adult, he had no choice but to drop out of school and live a hard life with the 1,000 yuan tuition fee.

The company also provided pensions and death compensation, totaling three million.

But that person said that if it was gone, it was gone, and the only reason given was that the ground collapsed.

But it was clear that everyone there was fine, except his parents.

He couldn't accept it and felt that the money was life-saving money given by those powerful people, and he would never use it no matter what.

Just when he didn't know what to do, suddenly a purse embroidered with a rose pattern was handed to him.

"Here, take it. You are lucky. Our young master is happy today and this is a reward for you."

He followed the servant's contemptuous and disdainful gaze and looked at the carriage parked next to it with the word Rose Castle engraved on it.

I happened to see a red-clothed, red-haired boy with a sullen and impatient look pulling open the curtain.

"Hurry up, you're always dawdling on the smallest things. We're almost late for the Imperial College test today."

"Okay Sir Vic, I'll be right there."

The servant said this, stuffed the purse into the original owner's hand without saying anything, and left quickly.

The original owner was holding the purse in a daze. Before he could even say a word of thanks, he got pissed off.

Imperial College?

This is the college that I have always longed for and that my parents are trying hard to send me to.