Is it an illusion to always be loved by NPCs? [Quick Transmigration]

When Jiang Mi woke up, the curtains were still closed, and the room was groggy.

He sat up halfway, with his right leg bent, and the thin blanket slid down from his abdomen. His black forehead hair hung loosely around the corners of his eyes, and his expression was somewhat hazy.

After Jiang Mi realized it, he subconsciously searched for someone in the room.

But there was no one else in the room except for his undulating breathing, suppressing the inexplicable sense of anxiety in his heart.

Jiang Mi sat on the bed and slowly, without hesitation, lifted the blanket on his body and got out of bed.

When I opened the door, I could smell the smell of food.

Jiang Mi hadn't even turned his head, he put his hands on the doorknob and stood still, thinking.

Why is there a smell of food at home, do you have any ingredients at home...

After being confused for a while, Jiang Mi quickly regained consciousness and remembered the last time he went to the supermarket with Cheng Zhan.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mi closed the door and walked over. When he passed the corner and came to the living room, he saw pots and pans floating in the air in the kitchen from a distance, and flames lingering on the stove. .

Cheng Zhan stood aside indifferently, acting familiarly.

The weather outside the window is still gloomy, without a ray of sunlight, and there is a sense of groggy and tiredness, which is very suitable for staying at home and resting.

A dim light fell on Cheng Zhan's side face, and his face was divided into light and dark boundaries by the light. His eyelashes were long and slender, and he looked calm and soft, and he would never lose his composure and panic.

Jiang Mi looked at it for a while, calmed down from his agitated mood, and then leaned over.

Leaning halfway on the glass sliding door of the kitchen, he yawned casually with his arms folded, his gray-black left eye glowed with water, thinking that it would be convenient for Cheng Zhan to cook like this.

Cheng Zhan had noticed it from the moment Jiang Mi woke up, he raised his eyes to look at Jiang Mi, "Are you hungry?"

Jiang Mi felt the degree of hunger in his body, pondered for a moment, "It's okay."

Jiang Mi turned his gaze, and suddenly found that Cheng Zhan was still wearing a sky blue apron. This apron did not seem to be new, because it still had some folds that had been pressed out.

In the middle of the apron, there are white stripes inlaid with small pale pink flowers. The two thin straps on the top are placed on Cheng Zhan's shoulders, and then tied around the back of the neck in a knot.

Jiang Mi: "...?"

He stared at the apron for a few seconds, thinking carefully about whether a ghost needs to wear an apron, as if his body would not get dirty.

Cheng Chan also noticed his gaze, glanced at the apron on his body, and said lightly, "I bought it before."

Jiang Mi nodded, indicating that he understands that what Cheng Chan said should be when he was still alive, and he didn't think about it, anyway, this kind of thing can be as Cheng Chan likes it.

"Then I'm going to wash up first."

Cheng Zhan listened to Jiang Mi's words, and quietly responded, seeing Jiang Mi walking away from the corner of his eye.

The original casual and natural expression disappeared, the eyelashes trembled slightly, the pale fingertips half-covered the lips, the corners of the lips drew a small arc, and a little redness spread from the earlobe.

Obviously, he hasn't felt this kind of uncomfortable feeling for a long time, but if his little wish can come true, he will still feel uncontrollable joy in his heart.

Jiang Mi is not good at cooking, he has known about this matter before, and he actually knows him much better than Jiang Mi imagined.

After transferring from high school, he had imagined countless times what it would be like to meet again, how to greet each other so that it would appear natural and unintentional, and how to get in touch with each other. He had imagined many things.

Before that, he practiced cooking for a long time, and finally reached the level he was satisfied with.

This apron...has been around for a long time, too.

Although I didn't have any fantasies about living with Jiang Mi and cooking for him back then, I still thought about it carefully.

Even if the current situation is different from what he had imagined, it is enough.

After Jiang Mi finished washing and came out, he saw hot meals on the dining table in the living room.

It is a simple home-cooked dish, three dishes and one soup, not too much, not too little, so that it will not be full, and it will not be wasted if you can't finish it.

Jiang Mi sat down at the table, picked up the bowl and chopsticks.

He reached out to pick up a chopstick of vegetables, put it in his mouth, and chewed casually.

When she looked up, she saw Cheng Chan standing by the table looking at her without blinking.

Jiang Mi thought for a while, swallowed the food in his mouth, and said seriously, "...it's delicious, thank you for helping me cook."

There was a smile on the corner of Cheng Zhan's lips, his fingertips rested on the edge of the table, his body pressed slightly, and the apron strap on his left shoulder slid down and hooked on his elbow, "Just as long as you like it."

Obviously this scene is very sparse and ordinary, and there are clothes under the apron, and there is nothing imaginative at all, but the atmosphere is somewhat inexplicably charming, as if something is gently pulling the nerve endings.

Jiang Mi looked away and continued to eat.

After eating, Jiang Mi took the initiative to wash the dishes. After all, Cheng Zhan was not his nanny and had no obligation to take care of him.

Cheng Chan hooked Jiang Mi's clothes with his fingertips, and tilted his head slightly, "It's okay, anyway, I don't have to do it myself."

As he said that, black air burst out from the side, and he picked up the dishes on the dining table and piled them into the kitchen sink.

Jiang Mi looked at it, and didn't hold on any longer, "Thank you, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"It's nothing to be bothered about."

At this moment, the doorbell of the house rang.

Jiang Mi paused, unable to think of who would come at this time, even if Hu Zheng came, he would have greeted him in advance.

He was just about to open the door, when he turned around, he caught a glimpse of Cheng Zhan from the corner of his eye.

"...Do you want to take off your apron first?"

After all, Cheng Zhan is a ghost, and ordinary people can't see him at all, but even though they can't see him, they can still see the apron on his body.

In the eyes of others, what they see is an apron floating in the air for no reason, which has a bad influence.

Cheng Chan responded, "Okay."

Then he turned his hands behind his back to untie the knot behind him, but he couldn't untie it all at once.

But at this time the doorbell was getting louder and louder, Jiang Mi didn't feel anxious, he just didn't want to see Cheng Zhan flustered.

Although Cheng Zhan is not in a hurry.

Jiang Mi walked behind Cheng Zhan, lowered his eyes, "I'll help you."

Cheng Zhan paused, then withdrew his hand.

Jiang Mi first untied the knot on the nape of his neck, and then moved down to untie a knot on Cheng Chan's waist.

The warm fingertips lightly brushed the waistline of the process from time to time, separated by a thin layer of clothing, bringing out a numb itching like an electric shock.

The tails of Cheng Zhan's eyes drooped, the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, he suppressed the muffled sound from his throat, and tightened his waist so that Jiang Mi would not notice him.

too close...

Cheng Zhan could even feel the breath coming from the ear pinna gently moving.

Jiang Mi didn't see anything wrong with him, and after untying the knot, he withdrew his hand, "Okay."

Cheng Zhan took off the apron on his body.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with it, Jiang Mi walked towards the entrance.

The doorbell didn't stop ringing during this period, and he almost reached out to knock on the door. Jiang Mi almost thought that he owed someone money and someone came to collect the debt.

Unconsciously, there was a little coldness between the brows, and Jiang Mi stretched out his hand to open the door.

After he saw who was outside the door, his face froze. It was indeed... an acquaintance.

It's just an acquaintance who doesn't want to meet.

"Brother Jiang, why are you opening the door now? It can't be Jinwu Zangjiao, hehe."

While talking, the man glanced into the house behind Jiang Mi, with a wicked smile on his face.

"Go back if you talk nonsense."

Jiang Mi had no intention of joking with him.

The man shrugged his nose, and quickly restrained his laughing expression, "Hey, Brother Jiang, let's go in and have a seat."

Jiang Mi glanced at him, turned sideways, let him in, and closed the door behind him.

"Did you come to see me for something?"

"Just... Master asked me to come and see how you are doing."

The master he said was Jiang Mi's second uncle, and this seemingly incomprehensible guy was the second apprentice of the second uncle, named Yang You.

Yang You looked around the house with envious eyes, "Wow, brother Jiang, you found a good house." Halfway through the conversation, he saw the bowls and chopsticks in the kitchen sink and the oiled iron pan on the stove. .

"Brother Jiang, when will you be able to cook!"

Yang You's tone was a little shocked.

"Learn it, don't worry about it so much."

Jiang Mi looked at Cheng Chan, who was watching coldly, and felt a little amused, so he pulled out a chair, "Sit first."

"Okay, okay." Yang You repeatedly responded.

After the two sat down, Yang You couldn't wait to ask.

"I heard that Brother Jiang, you have received a large order of 20 yuan. How is it handled? Is it difficult?"

Jiang Mi glanced at him.

Taking orders is not a rare thing, and it is normal for people to know about it, but considering that this matter is related to Cheng Zhan, Jiang Mi will not tell the whole story.

Jiang Mi said silently: "It's okay, it's not finished yet."

"Do you need my help? Just give me a tip and I will be satisfied."

Yang You giggled.

"No, I'm enough alone."

Jiang Mi calmly declined.

"Well, after all, I didn't come here for this matter..."

As he said that, Yang You's complexion suddenly became serious, "Brother Jiang, you just heard about the situation last night in the city where you stayed, and some colleagues nearby went to check it out. What kind of turmoil caused by fierce ghosts killing each other, the compass of our colleagues has been shattered a few times."

Then, Yang You took out a compass from his bag.

This kind of special compass is specially used in their profession to detect ghost aura, and it will point out the general direction of the source of ghost aura.

"Hey, I also brought out my master's precious compass."

Yang You turned on the switch in the compass, ready to show it to Jiang Mi, when suddenly the magnetic needle in the compass buzzed, and with a bang, the compass shattered in front of him.

Yang You's face was dull, and he couldn't react at all.

Jiang Mi seemed to understand why, he looked at Cheng Zhan who was beside him, Cheng Zhan's eyes were faint, and he didn't care.

The compass should have been unconsciously affected by Cheng Zhan's strong ghost aura. Too strong ghost aura will affect the judgment of the compass, and even cause the compass to collapse.

The turmoil that Yang You mentioned was because of Cheng Zhan's killing of ghosts last night.

Seeing Yang You's grief-stricken expression, Jiang Mi coughed twice, "I'll buy you a new one."

Yang You wailed, "Brother Jiang, you can buy a compass, but you can't buy the exact same one as my master's. Why did this thing break down suddenly? I didn't do anything. It's too strange."

Yang You felt distressed for a while, and then he calmed down, "Forget it, Brother Jiang, I just came to see you, you have to be more careful, it seems that the same guy killed those dead ghosts, it's too fucking scary , hey...but Brother Jiang, you shouldn't be able to meet that kind of terrifying monster..."

Yang You muttered to himself.

Jiang Mi nodded, with his right hand resting lightly on Cheng Zhan's fingertips, the cold body temperature under his hand, he intended to comfort, afraid that Cheng Zhan would be unhappy when he heard this.

Then he replied to Yang You: "Well, I can't touch it."