The invulnerability of fast wear

Yan Xun was waiting outside the hall with his black jacket wrapped around him. A tall, eye-catching man walked out of the artificial fluorescent lamp. This man was holding a plastic bag with a thin mist wrapped around it, which looked like frozen food after it was suddenly heated. generated response.

"Angkor." Yan Xun hurriedly went up to pick up the vegetables, opened the bag to take a look, paused slightly, and said in a low voice, "I bought so much."

"Well, I'm afraid you won't be full." The man handed the food to the other party, "How do you get to your house? Call a car?"

"I called, and it's outside."

The two hurriedly got into the car. After Yan Xun reported the address, Wu Xie's brain system entered the map scanning state again. The man with nothing to do touched the candy in his pocket and asked calmly:

"are you hungry?"

"I'm a bit hungry." The young man leaned against the back cushion wearily, "I have no energy."

"Do you want some candy?" Wu Xie said, "You'll be home in a while."

Yan Zhi nodded, the person next to him sat up straight, and then there was the sound of tearing and peeling off the candy wrapper. He took a closer look and saw the man was taking apart the pink candy wrapper, and then put a strawberry-flavored lollipop pressed against his lips, and said to him:

"Eat."

Opening his mouth, the tip of his tongue naturally licked a bit of cold sweetness.

The man stuffed the crumpled candy wrapper into his pocket, the sparks of the street lights were reflected in the eyes exposed on the mask, and the lollipop was in his mouth. He quickly turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window, so that the flushed cheeks did not appear on the other side. In front of him, he was overwhelmed and confused with many doubts in his heart, and he couldn't make sense at all.

This person sat next to him, firmly blocking a piece of flowing light, perhaps because of the highly intense work that catalyzed the strings in his heart, he somehow felt that the shadow cast by this person was reassuring, with plastic bags in his hands, he did not know I fell asleep.

……

"Rock lawsuit."

"Ah, wake up."

"Ah-san, you're home."

The sluggish dream gradually faded, and the body stiffened by sitting for a long time was a little weak. The young man opened his agate-like shiny eyes in a daze, and wanted to comb his hair with his head down, but found that his hand was wrapped in a plastic bag. Surprised.

The man had already opened the car door, bent in and took away the food in his hand, held it with one hand, and then pulled him out, the evening wind blew him away, and the man had already closed the car door, asking him to wait where he was , turned around and went into the convenience store to buy something.

The strawberry-flavored candy completely melted in my mouth, and I chewed the remaining solids a few times before throwing the bare stick into the trash can, only to feel a tingling sour taste in my mouth, which is a kind of sweet food retention. The greasy feeling left after a long time, he scraped his tongue with his teeth uncomfortably, and someone suddenly touched his shoulder.

Immediately turning around, he saw the man bent slightly, looking at him sideways from bottom to top, with soda water in his hand resting on his shoulder, dim stars embedded in his pure black pupils.

"Rinse your mouth." The man said, "Isn't your mouth sore?"

"……Um."

Fine foam burst in the mouth, I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but he did feel much better in his mouth, and led the man to the community, subconsciously glanced at the phone.

Eleven forty-three.

An indescribable soreness surged from his left chest, he pursed his lips and said in a low voice:

"I'm really sorry to trouble you so late..."

"Well, it's very troublesome to eat this meal." The man's voice under the mask smiled, "Why, it's already at the door, you want to drive me away?"

"That's not what I meant." The young man quickly defended.

"It's okay, I know." The man looked happy, narrowing his eyes into two curved lines, "Just kidding."

The bulging discomfort was like a leaked balloon, which shrank into a ball after two chirping sounds, and crumpled and froze there, Yan Xun clenched the key in his hand, trying to make himself look calmer, But the trembling fingertips when he opened the door still leaked his excitement.

This kind of strong emotion came suddenly, unbelievably, but so, naturally.

The moment the other party said the phrase "just kidding", he had an almost irresistible urge. He wanted to hold the man's neckline tightly, stare at the pair of eyes hiding the galaxy, and grind his teeth together. The man's thin and pale lips, biting bit by bit until the smell of rust filled his mouth, completing a ritual-like kiss.

The illusion extended by this impulse actually frightened Yan Xun.

Worst of all, he was...hard.

The beige light fell on the small two-bedroom room. The young man cautiously found a pair of men's slippers. Wu Xie stared at the curls on the top of the man's head when he bent over. For some reason, he noticed a little cuteness in it. .

"Can I make something casually?" Putting the ingredients on the table, Wu Xie entered the clean kitchen, "It's so late, hurry up and go to bed."

"Okay." The young man came out of the bathroom shaking the drops of water in his hands, and said eagerly, "Let me help."

"Okay." The man rummaged through to find what he needed, "Make scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fry meat with green peppers, and make vegetable soup—see if it's enough."

"enough."

The young man took out a big red tomato from the bag, and pulled out a kitchen knife that he hadn't used a few times. He stood still in front of the clean cutting board, feeling uneasy... Although he hadn't cooked a few times, this thing should be the same as Slicing winter squash and cucumbers makes no difference.

Using a knife to make two gestures, he cut from the edge to the center like cutting an apple, anyway, cut it in half first, and then smash it.

"Hey, wait a minute!"

The man who finished washing the pot dropped the pot with a bang, and rushed over a few steps, but it was still too late——

"Puff."

The bright red tomato juice burst out like a rainbow, not only splashing the knife holder, but also the chef who was too late to save the scene. The kitchen suddenly turned from a no-man's place to a murder scene. The one holding the knife said weakly:

"...I have clothes in my room, why don't you take a shower first? I'm going to order takeaway..."

The takeaway proposal was rejected by one vote. The chef held the tomato juice on his clothes and educated the apprentices who didn't understand at all. The blade cut along the depression next to the tomato stem. Soon, the whole tomato was divided into several pieces. , the man quickly cut into cubes, while Yan Jian was stunned.

Anyone who can cook is a genius.

Wu Xie picked out a tomato and asked Yan Zheng to play with it. He turned around and scrambled eggs in hot oil. When the range hood was turned on, his forehead was covered with sweat. "Excessive strength" seems to have become an illusion, and the aroma dissipated, and he felt that he could now eat the pot with vegetables.

The prepared two dishes and one soup were not enough. On the dining table, the two big men ate the whole pot of rice like a storm, and finally began to wipe the soup on the plate with the rice. Fried eggplant, Yan Xun threw off his shoulders to eat, and said vaguely:

"Angkor, whoever wants to marry you... really blessed."

Wu Xie, who had already eaten, held an unlit cigarette in his right hand, pushed the empty bowl forward, picked up his mask, and said in a low voice:

"Yeah, as long as the family buys another dishwasher, it will be complete-I'll go smoke a cigarette."

Although Yan Zhi's home is small, it has a mini balcony that can allow people to squeeze out. Wu Xie looked up and saw this person's clothes and trousers hanging in a pile, as well as...boxer underwear held in clips.

In a sense, Yan Litigation is quite conservative.

Bite on the cigarette holder, he held the lighter and lit the cigarette, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, and was carried away by the cold evening wind.

"It would be nice if I could stay longer." He said to himself facing the night, "This world is pretty good."

Although he is a cannon fodder who will die at any time, he doesn't have to do anything against his will. The other person's setting is normal, and the male protagonist's setting is also normal. To a world of hope and light.

If it was the original system, he would definitely be persuaded a lot or talk nonsense at this time, not only now, but in the previous corpse robbery case, when he rescued the hostages, he would probably be persuaded that "the other party is just a data" and so on. To be honest, although the split brain is rigid and quiet, it is emotionally boring, and occasionally feels lonely because it does not get a response, but overall, he feels that the split brain is much better than the previous system.

At least it's not annoying.

We can only hope that the system with the emotion plugin installed will become more pleasing.

Calling out the task panel from his mind, he began to check the data.

Quest props: stolen blood jade (unfinished)

The host needs to complete important events:

1. Survive for ten days (80%)

2. Find out the blood jade incident (75%)

3. Not unlocked (1/3)

Wu Xie looked down at the phone.

The early morning has passed, and it is the eighth day.

The progress value of the Blood Jade event has skyrocketed as expected. At the same time that Yanshou sent a text message between [-]:[-] and [-]:[-], the brain has been reminding the completion of Event [-]. Every increase is a qualitative leap. Tonight This class is not a loss.

But it worked hard for him.

The man looked at the tall young man who took the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen to wash, and let the cigarette butt flicker between his fingers. When the cigarette butt was about to cool down, he lowered his head and took a sip—the most intense and pungent smell rushed into his throat, and faded away. The silky feeling at the time, the impurities belonging to the tobacco rushed in along the white mist from this moment, brushing the inner wall of the mouth with extremely brutal roughness.

He started coughing.

Stuffing the cigarette butt on the window frame, the man put the completely cooled cigarette butt in his pocket, and the young man who came out with water droplets saw him pick up the coat that was thrown on the sofa, and he froze in place as if he hadn't expected it, and asked him:

"Angkor, do you want to go back?"

"Yeah." He put on the mask, "We're done eating."

"It's late, you can just sleep here." The young man's brows and eyes darkened slightly, showing a somewhat lonely expression, "You dislike me for having only one bed here?"

"no……"

"Then stay for one night first." The other party took the coat in his hand with a gesture that could not be refused. "I have the clothes. The water heater is ready. Let's take a shower—I'll find a toothbrush."

Wu Xie wanted to say something else, but this man stared at him with those amber eyes. It was hard to see whether the emotion inside was begging or threatening, but he could intuitively understand that once he refused, the consequences would be serious.

"it is good."

In the end it was the man who gave in.

The young man withdrew his gaze and walked into the room with his back turned to him.

Where he couldn't see, the tall young man lowered his head and sniffed the smell left on the coat.

It is full of tobacco aroma, the taste of Wu Xie.