Diary of a male god

Fortunately, the river was not far from Su Xiaoxiao's house, and the drenched male and female sneaked into the community quietly under the cover of night.

This journey was quite dull, Tang Lingsu kept a cold face, and he couldn't see the seductive little expression before.

As for Su Xiaoxiao, she completely lost the excitement she had before.Too many things happened that night, and after she calmed down, she was exhausted.Now, she just wants to go back to her safe little nest, throw herself on the bed and sleep until the sky is dark, and don't care about the handsome boy or the cold god.

In the middle of the night, all the residents in the community were asleep.The light circuit is very old and has been repaired for the past two days.The corridor was dark and quiet, only the sound of Su Xiaoxiao's heavy and tired footsteps could be heard...

——Is there something wrong?

Su Xiaoxiao turned her head abruptly, and looked at Tang Lingsu in the dark, but found nothing unusual.

—Forget it, don't think about it...

Turn around, turn around, walk up!

"Crack...crack...crack...crack..."

—Wait, it seems...

—I only heard my own footsteps? !

Su Xiaoxiao stopped suddenly, and turned around with her neck stiff.

"You, you walk...why...you don't make a sound?"

Someone in Tang didn't have the consciousness of scaring people at all, and spit out four words concisely and forcefully.

"Occupational habits."

"..."

——Hehe, what's the matter with this feeling of not wanting to know your occupation at all?

Su Xiaoxiao forced a smile on her face, and made a gesture of "one Mimi" with her fingers, and said, "Please walk and make such a little movement, okay?"

"Ah."

Turn your head again, turn around, and walk up!

This time, Tang Lingsu's footsteps could indeed be heard.But Su Xiaoxiao's tense nerves did not relax.The footsteps of normal people, even the same foot, have subtle differences.But every step of the person behind him is the same as the one replayed by the repeater, there is no difference at all.

——It's more infiltrating, okay...

Su Xiaoxiao didn't even have the strength to complain.Resisting the urge to run away, he crawled to the door of his own room in the dark, took out the key and opened the door.

As soon as the light was turned on, warm yellowish light filled the room.Even the weird mask on the face of a certain male god appeared a little soft under the light.

……

……

Weird... mask?

It was too dark to see clearly before, but now Su Xiaoxiao realized that what he was wearing was not ordinary.The big V-neck almost reaches the navel, and the texture of the fabric is even more strange.It looks soft and close to the body, but it also seems to have a certain degree of toughness and hardness, and the whole body is covered with unknown metal ornaments.Coupled with that somewhat weird half-face mask and unsmiling expression, the whole person is like a bronze statue with a cold and sharp blue light.

...I always feel that this outfit... has a subtle fantasy style...

——So this guy is an avid cosplay fan?

Su Xiaoxiao was unable to complain about this weird setting.She raised her finger wearily, then tilted her body, and her whole body collapsed into a pile of mud on the sofa.

"The bathroom is over there, let's take a shower first."

She really wanted to take a bath, but she couldn't even lift a finger, and her mind was dizzy, as if she was going to catch a cold.

……

……

——I don’t seem to hear the sound of water?

Su Xiaoxiao barely supported her body, walked to the bathroom staggeringly, and saw the male god standing in the middle with a blank face, dumbfounded and at a loss.

……

——I’m good at cosplay, have you never seen running water?It might be better to say that he is an ancient aborigine who came through, which may be more believable.

She tried her best to draw a picture, and finally explained the usage of the shower and those daily necessities.Tang Lingsu frowned, and opened his mouth and said, "Little lady, please take a bath by yourself. I have my own internal energy to protect my body, so I won't be invaded by cold and heat."

——Are you a brain-dead martial arts fan?

Su Xiaoxiao glanced at him suspiciously and rubbed her eyes.

——It’s so uncomfortable, my eyes are blurred...

--Why?Why is this hand so clear?

Su Xiaoxiao, who finally came to his senses, looked at the humanoid steam engine in front of him that was covered in white mist, completely at a loss for what to say.

Pushing a certain male god out of the bathroom, Su Xiaoxiao dazedly turned on the water and took a shower.

But she didn't find out until she finished washing...

actually!Of course!Didn't take it!Change!wash!of!Clothes!Clothes!

……

I made up my mind about the eclectic scene of the heroine asking her boyfriend to hand over the clothes in the novel.Su Xiaoxiao shivered numbly, and put on her wet clothes silently.

As soon as she came out, she saw Tang Lingsu standing upright in the middle of the living room, looking at everything around him vigilantly.

"Hey, you sit down first, I'll go and change clothes." Su Xiaoxiao gestured towards the sofa casually, and without looking back, Su Xiaoxiao plunged into her room.Naturally, I didn't see Tang Lingsu's wonderful expression the moment he sat on the soft sofa.

——In Tangmen, things that seem solid like this, but will sink if you exert force, all have a common name-trap.

Su Xiaoxiao got into her room and locked the door.

As soon as she looked up, she was completely stunned.

Ruan Yifan's posters were posted everywhere.On the wall, on the cabinet, even on the roof, there is that white and tender little white face everywhere.

Yes, these are all posted by herself.

Three hours ago, I still felt that living in such a room was full of happiness.

But after only three hours, just standing here, she felt extremely ironic and...disgusting!

The already exhausted body seemed to be filled with energy in an instant, and the misty eyes were red with anger.Su Xiaoxiao was like a wounded lioness, she pounced on it with a roar, and violently tore apart everything in sight—especially the things related to that little white face.

The killer's hearing is always beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

So even though the sound insulation was good, Tang Lingsu still heard the movement in Su Xiaoxiao's room clearly from a considerable distance away.

He stretched out his long legs and came to the door in a few steps. Hearing the sound of fierce fighting in the room (heavy fog), his heart tightened.

——Could it be an enemy attack?

He lifted his long legs and kicked hard, and the thick solid wooden door flew high like a piece of paper, and slammed heavily on the opposite wall covered with posters.

At the bedside, Su Xiaoxiao, who was wrestling with a body pillow, raised her head dully, and there was still fluffy white silk flakes around her mouth—it was the stuffing inside the pillow.

She looked at a certain male god with long legs stretched out at the door, then turned her head to look at the door that had been embedded in the wall, and finally let out an unbearable scream.

"You! Special! Meow! What the hell! After all! Do it! God! Horse!!!!"

During this scream, she felt her world spinning, her eyes went dark, and then...

fell to the ground.