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Chen Junting arrived half an hour later and quickly went downstairs before he could talk to Jing Lan.

Jinglan was alone in the living room, neither sitting nor standing.

He walked back and forth in the room, looking restless. He wanted to get angry several times, but finally endured it.

He didn't know when he started to care about that girl...

Jing Lan was startled by this idea.

He leaned against the cold metal wall and didn't move for a long time.

Two hours later, Chen Junting and Professor Wei came up together.

"How about it?"

"You didn't drink much, you're fine." Professor Wei helped Chen Junting sit down.

Jing Lan breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the sofa next to him.

Chen Junting took a sip of water before saying: "She has no mental strength, how could she react so much?"

Jinglan's wine was filled with a powder extracted from the bodies of ferocious beasts in the universe.

Can suppress his uncontrollable behavior to the greatest extent.

You can call it paralysis.

But this thing will do great harm to mental power users and has no effect on ordinary people.

Professor Wei thought for a moment: "Isn't it an allergy?"

"..."

"I'll go down and see her." Jing Lan stood up.

Chen Junting was a little surprised that Jing Lan would take such initiative. He looked at Professor Wei and silently asked what was going on.

Professor Wei shrugged and said he didn't know.

When Jing Lan rushed in with Chu Zheng in his arms, he was also confused.

-

Chuzheng felt her stomach was burning, as if someone had set a fire in her stomach, and it was burning over and over again.

who I am.

Where am I?

What am I doing?

Chuzheng raised her hand to rub her belly. She wanted to stand up, but someone held her shoulders down: "Don't move."

Chuzheng lowered her head and looked at Jinglan's handsome face.

Jing Lan took the water and carefully helped her up: "Drink some water."

Chuzheng drank water from Jinglan's hand. Jinglan hesitated and sat on the edge, letting Chuzheng lean against him.

"What did you give me to drink?" Damn it, was it poisoned! ?

The good guy card actually hurt me like this!

"..."

Jing Lan explained in a low voice.

At this time, he didn't realize that he was particularly patient. He didn't get angry or impatient, and his tone was very calm.

"You mean, as long as there is no mental power, there will be no reaction?"

Jing Lan nodded and glanced at Chu Zheng's smooth forehead. Remembering that she couldn't see him, he said 'hmm' again.

Chuzheng thought of the strange feeling she had during the test.

So does the original owner have one or not?

The two of them stopped talking, and Jinglan didn't let go of her, just holding her.

When Jinglan hesitated to let go of Chuzheng, Chuzheng suddenly held his wrist and said, "I want you."

Jinglan: "!!"

He pursed his lower lip and said after a while: "I will take good care of you until you get better."

What happened this time was his fault.

However, Jing Lan soon thought that Chu Zheng's words might be an answer to the question he had not yet finished asking.

——Do you want to chase me or be with me?

Jing Lan thought about it carefully and found that there was actually no difference between these two questions.

But that's what he wanted to ask at the time.

-

Chen Junting and Professor Wei came down after dawn.

Chen Junting is completely different from the last time we met. He has the majesty of being the head of a school and is no longer the frail old man.

Chen Junting checked Chu Zheng over and said, "There's nothing wrong with it, but you have to be careful these days."

"I'm not that weak."

Chen Junting shook his head and explained patiently: "This is different. It will erode your mental strength. If it is not handled properly, it will not be good for you."

"Do I have psychic powers?"

Chen Junting shook his head: "When you feel better, take the test again."

Jing Lan is the culprit, and he takes the responsibility of taking care of Chu Zheng.

He didn't send Chuzheng back to the dormitory, but took her back to an apartment outside the school.

"You'll stay with me these days." Jinglan lowered his head and tidied up the mess: "Sleep in that room. If you need anything, call me."

There was a robot in the apartment, but Chu Zheng looked at it as if it hadn't been charged for a long time and was standing there like a decoration.

Chuzheng: "I thought you had been living in the office."

"..."

Jinglan thought about how often she was too lazy to move, so she didn't refute.

He rarely comes back here.

After tidying up the living room, she went to tidy up the bedroom again. After tidying up, someone happened to deliver something to her door, and Jinglan carried her things into the kitchen.

After Chuzheng looked around the apartment, she walked slowly to the kitchen door.

Jing Lan was cutting vegetables with a knife, and there was a cooking video next to him. This was a lesson learned...

After Jing Lan finished cutting the vegetables, he went to look at the soup simmering next to him.

Chuzheng walked up to him. Jinglan glanced sideways at her, then looked away, stirred it with a spoon, scooped out a little, blew it for a while, and then handed it to Chuzheng's mouth: "Taste it."

Chuzheng: "..."

Psychological shadow.

"You drink." Chuzheng took a step back.

Jinglan frowned. He put the spoon back without drinking.

Chuzheng quickly left the kitchen.

Jing Lan quickly brought the dishes to the table. He served Chu Zheng with rice, then sat across from him and opened the wine without intending to eat.

"You don't want to eat?"

"..." Jing Lan was about to shake his head, but when he met Chu Zheng's eyes, he stopped shaking his head, put down his wine, and started eating with chopsticks.

"..."

Chuzheng spat out the first mouthful.

Jinglan: "What's wrong?"

Chuzheng took a drink of water: "Doesn't the salt of the interstellar cost money?"

"..."

The air suddenly became quiet.

Is there something wrong with her sense of taste?

Why doesn't Jing Lan feel anything after eating?

Aren't they eating the same dish? !

Jing Lan put down his chopsticks and said slowly: "I...can't taste it, I'm sorry."

"I'll have someone bring you fresh food." Jing Lan stood up and put all the vegetables in

Jing Lan poured out all the dishes and propped himself on the cooking table, his head hanging slightly.

Her waist suddenly tightened, and Jinglan's eyes moved to the hands around her waist.

"Is it also the reason for the injury?"

"Um……"

Chuzheng let go of him, and Jinglan was pulled by her and turned around. Jinglan didn't react, but Chuzheng kissed him the next second.

Jing Lan leaned back sharply.

-

Maybe it was the sequelae. Chuzheng felt her head hurt, so she let go of Jinglan.

Jing Lan was initially confused and forced Chu Zheng to kiss her, but when he saw her expression turned ugly, he quickly supported her and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay." Chuzheng shook her head. As soon as she shook her head, she felt even more uncomfortable.

Jing Lan saw it: "Do you have a headache?"

Chuzheng said nothing.

Don't let the good guys see it.

The boss wants to save face.

Hold it in.

"Maybe it's a sequelae." Jing Lan picked her up and put her on the sofa, letting her rest on his legs: "I'll rub it for you."

The man put his hands on his temples and rubbed them gently.

The stabbing pain slowly subsided.

Jing Lan's eyes were elsewhere, not daring to look at Chu Zheng. At this moment, he became quiet, and his mind was filled with the scene of kissing him just now.

Every second is so clear.

When Jinglan came to his senses, he found Chuzheng asleep.

She put her arms around his waist, and the cold air on her body seemed to have receded a lot, and her whole body looked soft.

Jing Lan had the illusion that the years were peaceful.

It seemed as if I could stay with her like this... until we grow old.