Mr. Perfect Makeover

Wu Xin suddenly opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling painted with intricate vines in a daze.

"How do you feel now, do you want a drink of water?" The man's voice was not soft, but he couldn't hide the concern on his face.

"What kind of plant is that?"

Xiao Rufeng heard the words, raised his head, stared at the ceiling for a while, and said, "It's Zijin."

"Purple? It doesn't seem to be a common variety."

Xiao Rufeng said: "It's not a plant in the human world, how can everyone know it all!"

Wu Xin nodded suddenly, turned his head, met the man's deep purple eyes, and said, "Why must I stay?"

Xiao Rufeng reached out and pressed Wu Xinran's chest, "Because of the call from here!"

Wu Xin suddenly showed a smile, "Your words are very interesting, even I don't know what it's thinking, but you know?"

Xiao Rufeng said: "Because we are the same kind!"

"Same kind?" Wu Xin suddenly felt that this was the funniest joke he had heard in this century, "You say I am your same kind? Hahahahaha, do you want to make me laugh out loud? Look at you, and then look again Me, do you think we are the same kind? Mr. Xiao, are you a foreigner? Do you understand how the same kind is explained in Chinese? Huh?"

Xiao Rufeng looked at Wu Xinran who was so excited, his face remained calm until he finished speaking, and Fang said: "Then why couldn't you restrain yourself from showing your ability that day?"

"that is because......"

"The fact that you are lying here without being caught by humans for cruel analysis at the Institute of Unidentified Creatures means that you have been hiding your abilities, and you have hidden them well, right? If that's the case, why don't you continue to hide? That day at the pastry shop, was it really just your whim? Have you ever asked about the heart that was beating so fiercely in your chest at this time?"

Wu Xin suddenly felt like a dehydrated fish, with his mouth opening and closing, but he felt that there was not enough oxygen, and he was discovered, thinking that he was hiding well, what should he do, what should he do, what he is best at is not hiding ?But how did this man find out, it's so scary, so scary. . . . . .

Vigorously tearing off the quilt, Wu Xin suddenly ran towards the door with bare feet like a lunatic in a state of madness, frantically pulling the carved handle. . . . . .

The door remained motionless.

Wu Xin suddenly didn't seem to feel anything. Seeing that he couldn't pull it open, he raised his foot and kicked it, forgetting that he was barefoot and that the door was thicker than the hardest iron. Kicking. . . . . .

He wanted to leave, he wanted to leave, he thought he could find warmth, but he was wrong, this place is still as cold as ice like other places.

His toes were already red and swollen, and his nails almost dug into the handle, but he couldn't feel anything except cold and dead silence.

"Enough..." As if it was a Sanskrit sound coming from the distant sky, the man's deep voice made Wu Xin slightly startled, and then he felt surrounded by a warm breeze, with an indescribable ease and comfort .

"Enough is enough, it's over!"