Last Wish Become God System [Unlimited Stream]

The atmosphere of the deep snow just now has blown away a bit, and now it is only the thin snow of early winter, but it is still repulsive.He stared at the person on the bed with his light eyes, and asked gently: "Do you want to sit up, or?"

Jian Mingshu's eyes drifted unconsciously to the French table and chairs in front of the window.

"No." The other party refused lightly, "The window is cold."

"I want to sit up, but I may not be able to sit down."

He lightly placed the tray on the side of the bed, brought some cushions and round pillows from the other side, and then hugged Mingshu very lightly, letting him sit up a little.

Wu Shuyang himself sat on the edge of the bed, together with the cushions, so that Ming Shu could rely on him.

"There is a dinner party today." He said lightly.

"It's a lot of work in the kitchen. Fastest, that's frying bacon, cold cuts and hash browns, I hope you're getting used to it."

"I'm used to it." Jian Mingshu said, "Actually, I always cook English or Irish breakfast at home. It's simple and delicious."

"Ah."

Wu Shuyang was not surprised.On the day he rested in Pingdu Hospital, Ming Shu made him a traditional English breakfast, and also gave him a cup of delicious black tea.

He stretched his arms, and the cuffs naturally pulled open, revealing a white wrist.Wu Shuyang carefully rolled up a piece of cold cut meat and handed it to Jian Mingshu's lips.

Wu Shuyang omitted many details.For example, how he forced Zui Ling to go to the kitchen both softly and hard, and how Zui Ling shook his prestige so much that he made a passable traditional Ulster breakfast in such a short period of time in the messy kitchen.

Jian Mingshu accepts the other party's courteousness graciously, or even if he wants to refuse, he probably doesn't even have the strength to pick up a fork.

The cold meat tastes good, and the smoke is just right, which makes people nostalgic for the days on the yacht.At that time, the base real number made a similar breakfast.

...a real number.

He remembered the final ending of Zhenshu again, feeling a little unhappy, subconsciously glanced at the back of his hand.

"Why is it gone?"

Jian Mingshu looked at it many times with some doubts. He clearly remembered that until he changed the world rules of Samsara Town, the imprint was still there.

"Eat first." The other party replied lightly.

He really couldn't fathom Wu Shuyang's current emotions, he didn't understand why he left before, and he also didn't understand why he was so gentle now.

After getting along with him during this period of time, Jian Mingshu basically felt his temper all over the place.Wu Shuyang looks gentle now, maybe he will tear off his mask later and do something tough and crazy, but he has no way to do anything to him.

So he obediently accepted the other party's suggestion and eat first.

One side was fed slowly, and the other side also ate gracefully and calmly. After the elimination, the two of them looked at the milk in the tray with a little worry.

Jian Mingshu: "Is there any coffee?"

The other party immediately glanced at him warningly: "It's seven o'clock at night."

"It's okay, I'll drink coffee..." He sensed the meaning in the other person's eyes, and suppressed the words "it doesn't matter".

"But I'm not used to milk." He began to find another way.

The other party didn't raise his eyes: "You consume too much, you can drink some nutritious food."

"But I just want coffee."

Wu Shuyang was silent for a moment.

"There's no cold cut of meat that doesn't go well with coffee." Jian Mingshu began to show his temper.

"The smoke is just right, with some Clifton Manor Blue Mountain, it's a perfect match!"

"Ok."

"...One bite is fine."

The other side looked indifferent.

"Then I don't drink milk anyway."

"How old are you still drinking milk? Oh, in case you forget, I'm two hundred years old."

He actually started to care about milk seriously, causing Wu Shuyang to show a very shallow smile.First time today.

Wu Shuyang gently picked up the still warm milk. He felt that the warm and fragrant liquid was very suitable for the person on the sick bed in front of him.

Ming Shu turned his head and watched the snow-capped mountains nearby gradually melt and flow into a trickle of spring, he asked, "Are you not angry anymore?"

The other party was silent for a while, then shook his head.

"I just hope that you can rely on me more." He lowered his eyes, although it was a wish sentence, it sounded a little sad.

"I think I'm already very dependent on you."

That being said, Jian Mingshu lay on the soft cushion, trying not to put his weight on Wu Shuyang's side.

"Just like now, I've lived such a big life, and I've never been so useless."

"Ordinary people, it's really difficult to mix among you group of gods and ghosts."

He sighed low.

Between the eyebrows, there is a soft and cold touch.Wu Shuyang leaned against him and kissed himself tenderly.

"Ordinary people are fine."

The way he looked at himself was a little strange, even like... pity.

"But I'm not ordinary anymore." Jian Mingshu planned to tell him the truth, "In Samsara Town, I was chosen by Black Deer, and it seems that I succeeded some kind of arch druid—"

He didn't know where this sentence angered Wu Shuyang, he looked a lot colder in an instant, climbing up the window of the night like endless frost flowers.

"Ordinary is good." Wu Shuyang repeated in a low voice.

He picked up the milk, his movements unquestionable.

——I still remember this.

Seeing that his resistance was useless, Jian Mingshu had no choice but to obey.

During the process, the other party was very careful, grasping Ming Shu's breathing rhythm, and gently supported the back of his head to prevent him from choking. The only thing that was not right was that there were some milk stains on the corners of his mouth, and he could not breathe after waiting for a long time. It was not wiped off.

In fact, the hot air made his red lips extra attractive, and the milk left some sweet fragrance on his lips, and the milk stain at the corner of his mouth was completely different from the usual elitist Concise Concubine.

It was rare for him to appear a little childish, even a little...cute.

Wu Shuyang observed carefully for a long time, his eyes were full of luster, in the end, he still couldn't hold back.

The beauty of the dark night leaned over and gently kissed a little milk stain on the corner of the other's lips.It's sweeter than I imagined, and it still has a fragrance.

When he left, he saw the other party's shy and angry expression, which was quite amusing.

His Ming Shu is so cute.

Especially now that he is angry and helpless, it is more and more teasing.

Jian Mingshu didn't think so. After he had enough food and drink, and his lowest needs were met, he remembered his additional bottom needs—cleanliness.

In fact, if he had the strength, he would have run straight to the bathroom the moment he woke up.He will never go to bed without taking a bath and cleaning up.What's more, now, he is covered in blood and mud.

Lying in the quilt like this, it was like a thorn in my back, and I couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

After the kiss, the corners of Wu Shuyang's mouth curled up a little. He seemed to be in a better mood, and he was tidying the tableware slowly.

When he took the tableware out the door and turned back, he saw that the person on the bed seemed to be entangled to death.

"what happened?"

"Actually, I think—" He thought for a while, but it seemed that it was not appropriate.After all, I don't even have the strength to raise my hand now.

"Forget it." He gave up and fell on the cushion angrily.

Wu Shuyang meekly sat on the edge of the bed, watching him struggle.If Ming Shu had the strength now, he would definitely be rolling on the bed, entangled so much that he couldn't control himself.

Probably only he thinks that others can't see his obvious little thoughts.

His Ming Shu is so cute, even the tangled appearance is extraordinarily attractive.

"Actually, I think—" He brought up the topic again, but he didn't know what extinguished his thoughts, and swallowed the words again.

"Forget it." Jian Mingshu said with some disappointment, "You can help me to lie down."

He felt that Wu Shuyang obviously didn't understand what he meant.The other party lifted the quilt and hugged the tangled beauty together with the cloak.

The bedroom in the castle is a suite with its own bathroom inside. He took a look at it. The legs of the bathtub are gold-plated and carved, and the faucets are all fine brass workmanship.

It seems that the Supreme King of another world, like Fengdu Prison, is greedy!

He was placed in the bathtub, temporarily wrapped in a cloak.

Wu Shuyang began to pull the drawstring around his collar.

"You're thinking?"

"Don't you have strength?"

Wu Shuyang gave him a dignified look, he seemed to be selfless, and there was even a little pain of sacrificing his own appearance on his face.

The truth is this.But he always felt a little weird, as if someone had taken advantage of him somehow.

"Is this okay? You can wash it for me, but you can't look at it."

"..."

"No, I won't wash it."

"..."

Wu Shuyang thought for a while, then nodded and agreed to the other party: "Okay."

The promise is so straightforward, and it is probably tricky.

Jian Mingshu had some doubts: "Why did you agree so quickly? Do you have any other ideas."

"You're so hurt, I have other ideas, then I'm not..."

Wu Shuyang moved closer and gently helped him lift off the cloak.The soft, lightweight fabric falls gracefully.His breath was very close, even disturbingly close.

"Demon?"

There was a faint smile in his eyes, which was inexplicably deliberate.

You do seem to be a demon.

Ming Shu held the edge of the white porcelain bathtub, tilted his head and thought for a while, his hair was loose, and the candlelight on the wall made his eyebrows and eyes extraordinarily attractive.

He began to ask: "How about this, you close your eyes and simply wash it."

"Ah."

It still seems like something is wrong.

"No, this is still not reliable, you have to cover your eyes."

Wu Shuyang casually cut off a section of the night cloak, and did so.

"... Blow the lamp."

Wu Shuyang was not fooled: "I can't see where the candle is."

"I tell you."

Following the guidance, he quickly found the candle in the room and gently blew it out.

There is no light source in the whole room, only thick opaque glass, which faintly reveals some unknown light.

With the eyes given by Wu Shuyang, Mingshu's vision was barely clear. He watched the other person touch the marble platform little by little, follow the furniture and the wall, and gently return to his side.

He should really be invisible.

Wu Shuyang's expression was indifferent and calm, there was nothing unusual about it, and he looked extra stable.He unscrewed the brass tap at the end and started adjusting the water temperature.

In the ripples, the light of the water gave Mingshu's slender legs a moist feeling, but the darkness made his complexion look particularly white and clean, as if it was made by moonlight.

Unfortunately, no one can see it.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the mines thrown by the fantasy cookies~~

Today we are having breakfast in this article, so let’s talk about breakfast~

In fact, everyone in the UK looks up to the star pie, scones, and dark dishes every day in the dark, but the British breakfast is definitely one of the best.The English breakfast was very good, especially the baked beans.In comparison, American breakfast and continental breakfast are relatively more conventional.Then the continental breakfast is generally better in southern Europe.

Uncle Ming's eating English breakfast was a habit he developed when he was in school.He lived a more delicate and exquisite life, which is also related to that period.

Although he doesn't remember it himself, I can say with certainty that he was born (?) in 1800, when Britain was at its most powerful, known as the "Empire on which the sun never sets", and went to Cambridge University.However, Cambridge at that time was not like it is now. There was a little hedonic style prevailing, but it was still among the best.

Su Qiyun (passing by): Ah, alumni!What year did you enter school?

Uncle Ming: 1817………………

Su Qiyun: ……………………

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By the way, I always forgot to mention that there are always two types of sheep counting equipment: cloak + cloak

I usually only wear capes, in order to increase the fashion value (cross out

The cloak is super wide and super light. It is mainly used during the day to block the sun, so it is huge, covering the length from the head to the feet. Generally, it is not used, and it is carried with you.

Ming Shu is always wrapped and covered with a cloak. There is only one time when he has no cloak or cloak.

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