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And I quickly reacted to the scariest bit.

——Shier's original surname seems to be Zen Yuan.

Fu Hei is his surname changed after he married the woman. I didn't think too much about it at first, but I only sighed a few words in private that he is really dedicated to this little boy.

But thinking about it now, this move is a bit like drawing a line with the original family.

After all, although it is only a few fragments, my Zenyuan family has already left me with a conservative, pedantic, narrow-minded and stubborn first impression.

It's really hard to imagine that Shi Er came from this kind of family. It is estimated that everything must be reversed. There is nothing in his body that has anything to do with the Buddhist monastery.

In fact, I don’t really mind my life experience. Whether it’s a Buddhist monastery or something else, it’s just a setting symbol, and it has nothing to do with me, let alone a sense of belonging.

So I just dragged the system and rambled a few words.

【Speaking of which, am I Xiaohui's elder? ] I even have time to dream.

The system dealt a merciless blow to my remarks.

[Host, you think too much. For a family like Zenyuan, the genealogy is probably no worse than a dictionary. In the current world line, your identity background is only a relatively marginal branch, and you committed a crime ten years ago. Fault, the whole family has been expelled from the Chanyuan home]

【Perhaps if you work hard, you may be able to sneak into Fu Heihui's yard and become a maid】

I:……

Yes, the Chanyuan family is extremely patriarchal. The most humble people there are ordinary people without magic power, followed by women.

If you are unfortunate enough to be an ordinary woman, then congratulations, the script of hell is already on the way.

This kind of place really feels bad when I think about it, so I don't want to mention it again.

The sweat on my body dried quickly, and I felt a little cold again, so I retracted into the quilt again.

[Forget it, forget about this kind of thing. 】

【Sleep, good night, system】

The system was stuck for a while, and seemed to have realized that the communication with me has become more casual recently, and it stopped after saying good night.

It's a pity that the system can be stopped, but I can't.

There is a price for entering four omen dreams in a row.

I burned nearly [-] degrees that night, and Xia Youjie's face changed when he saw the thermometer.

He made a decisive decision, wrapped the quilt directly, and picked me up from the bed. He didn't care about being low-key or not, and summoned the curse spirit to carry me straight to the hospital.

It was a curse spirit that looked like a magic carpet, and could easily take three or four people to heaven.

My forehead was hot, but at the same time I felt cold, as if the wind could directly blow into the crevices of my bones, and I shivered non-stop under the quilt.

After Xia Youjie realized this, he wrapped me in his arms again.

We arrived at the hospital very quickly. I registered for an interview with Xia Youjie's support in a dazed state. I fell asleep almost as soon as I touched the chair. I don't even remember when the nurse gave me water. .

When he woke up again, the people around him had been replaced by Gojo Satoru.

I was covered with a blanket, sleeping soundly with my head resting on his shoulder, Gojo Satoru sat beside me motionless, staring straight ahead without knowing what he was thinking.

"Hmm...cough cough." I wanted to call him at first, but my throat was extremely thirsty. As soon as I uttered a sound, I felt a little itchy, and I couldn't help lowering my head and coughing twice.

"Qina."

He suddenly turned his head and reached out to touch my face.

"Drink water."

I tug on his sleeve.

Gojo Satoru just stood up, but couldn't help turning his head.

"Can you be alone?"

I curled up the corners of my mouth and smiled, thinking he was making a fuss.

"Cough...it's okay."

He came back very quickly, and it wasn't until I finished a whole glass of water with his hands that I felt like I was born again, and even my drowsy brain became more awake.

"Where's Jay?"

I looked around curiously.

"Let's buy you breakfast."

Gojo Satoru sat next to me again, raised his hand and pressed me back on his shoulder.

"rest."

"Oh."

I agreed with my lips, but I didn't close my eyes at all. Instead, I raised my head seriously to count his eyelashes. This angle was just right, and my vision was not affected by the sunglasses at all.

Gojo Satoru seemed to have sensed something, his blue eyes slanted down.

"Look at what."

I was actually distinguishing the difference from his dream, but I definitely couldn't say "Let me see if there is any difference between you and that person", or I would be beaten.

"Look at you." This is a sentence I often say to him in my dreams.

I could feel the muscles under his uniform tense for a moment, and then relaxed deliberately.

Then Gojo Satoru took off his sunglasses and winked at me.

"Then I'll show you more."

I looked at him silently, and after five seconds, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Wujo Satoru really became angry from embarrassment.

"……what do you mean!"

I fell asleep, but the corners of my mouth couldn't help but curl up.

That prop is really amazing, even this reaction is simulated exactly the same.

I thought about the relationship between omen dream and reality for a while, and soon became sleepy, so I continued to sleep on Gojo Satoru.

On the way, Xia Youjie woke him up and had a light breakfast.

"No green onions." I pointed.

Xia Youjie worked tirelessly to help me pick out the green onions.

I lost my appetite after eating a little bit, so I could only lean on the back of the chair in a daze.

"I want to eat ice cream."

Xia Youjie helped me adjust the bottle infusion set, and then refused me of course.

"No."

"Why? You should eat ice cream if you have a sore throat." I held up my fingers and began to speak.

"Especially if you eat strawberry flavor, you can freeze it until you get rid of your illness."

Gojo Satoru took a look at me and retorted, "I think the vanilla flavor works better."

Xia Youjie looked like he wanted to punch us all.

But two to one, his objection was useless, I hung up the water and went to eat ice cream, and before I got it in my hand, before I had time to take two bites, Wujo Wushen next to me bit off half of it in one bite.

I stood on the road sluggishly, my brain was a little stuck, as if it was difficult to deal with this sad reality.

My body reacted faster than my brain, and after gnawing off the remaining half, I held up the ice cream and cried to Xia Youjie, because I had ice in my mouth, and my speech was still a bit slurred.

"Wuuuuuuuu..."

Before I finished speaking, Xia Youjie, who never got involved in grabbing desserts before, suddenly lowered his head without saying a word, and bit off my remaining ice cream in one bite.

I stared blankly at him, then at the bare stick in my hand.

Xia Youjie looked at me innocently, and Gojo Satoru behind me put my shoulder on my shoulder with a smile.

"Hey, Jay moves so fast."

Xia Youjie replied politely, "It's okay."

It was so overdone that I only had two bites.

I cried out loudly.

I didn't talk to these two people until I got home, scum, scum, why do I even want to grab snacks from sick patients, why do I know them.

Maybe it's because I don't eat enough ice cream. I have been sick for a long time and haven't recovered yet.

It took almost half a month before my body temperature was barely maintained in a relatively normal range, and I seemed to be more energetic.

It’s already November now, and it’s winter. I didn’t plan to go out, but Gojo Satoru happened to be on a business trip in Hokkaido at this time, so it was logical to call us to go there to soak in the hot springs.

"Ah, it can be reimbursed anyway, don't you take advantage of the magic world, you have changed, Qian Nai-chan." That's what he said.

As soon as I heard that the upper management of the spell that offered a reward to kill me was reimbursed, I immediately changed my tone when I was lazily lying on the sofa, and sat up solemnly.

"That's it, I like this kind of immoral thing the most, so it's settled, I'm leaving tomorrow morning, by the way, Wu, you still remember what the purpose of our business trip is." I said solemnly.

Gojo Satoru was very cooperative: "I will definitely help you find the most expensive one."

I hung up the phone contentedly, got up from the lazy sofa, hugged the blanket and quickly opened the kitchen door.

Xia Youjie was taken aback, then turned to look at me, with the little yellow duck apron I carefully selected for him still tied around his waist.

"Wu told us to go to the hot spring together." I smiled.

Xia Youjie was about to say something, but at the same time, the casserole on the stove behind gave out the sound of steam pushing the lid open, with a "puff".

So he turned around, lifted the lid, and turned down the heat again.

The mellow aroma of the soup permeated the entire kitchen. I took a deep breath, and couldn't help poking out a head from under Xia Youjie's arm, staring at the casserole expectantly.

"Want to drink."

Xia Youjie raised his arm and glanced at his watch.

"Hurry up, wait another quarter of an hour."

The kitchen of the house we rented is relatively small. After all, I thought that I would make a living by taking out food. Even if I cook occasionally, I don’t care. Who would have thought that Xia Youjie would be so virtuous.

Now that the two of us are crammed into the kitchen, I feel a little cramped, and I don't want to leave, so I hugged Xia Youjie's waist from behind, and kept trying to poke my head out, sniffing it secretly.

Xia Youjie couldn't help laughing, he raised his hand and touched the top of my hair, then put a little salt into the soup, stirred it at a constant speed, scooped a spoonful with a spoon, cooled it and put it near my mouth.

I leaned over and drank it.

Well, it's so fresh.

"Woooo, our Jie is too virtuous, don't marry, I can't live without you."

- the soup.

I make a nice sound.

Xia Youjie lowered his eyes to look at me, his purple pupils made it hard to see what he was thinking: "Is Qiannai reluctant to part with me?"

"Yeah yeah."

I narrowed my eyes contentedly, hugged the blanket and tugged at his sleeve, signaling for more.

Xia Youjie directly scooped out a bowl for me, and asked me to carry it directly to the living room to drink, so as not to get in the way here.

Holding the soup bowl with a smirk, I stomped out.

After eating the love lunch, Xia Youjie was responsible for putting Mimiko and Nanako to sleep. After I was sick, I basically ignored everything, dragged the blanket and lay down on the sofa, and started to take a nap directly.

After waking up, I turned on my phone and took a look.

There are two new messages above.

——It was the information about the hot spring hotel sent by Gojo Satoru.

I've heard of this place, it's so expensive, I would never go there just because of the price.

But it would be different if someone reimbursed me. I was ready to book a ticket for tomorrow with a smile on my face.

By the way, drag Xia Youjie out of his room.

"Let's go, let's go out with me."

I haven't been out for a long time, and even the sunshine is a bit strange.

I wrapped my coat tightly around my body, took Xia Youjie's arm, and shrunk half of my body behind him.

Go out like this to keep out the wind.

It's winter now, and I breathe a cold wind.

I'm going to buy some snacks or something to eat on the way. Although Xia Youjie's craftsmanship is okay, I just want to eat junk food.

To save time, Xia Youjie and I split up.

He went to the supermarket and I went straight to the dessert shop.

It's been a long time since I've been to this store. When I entered the door, it was like returning to my happy hometown. I couldn't wait to perform a tearful performance on the spot.

Eh?Is this signature lemon cheesecake still sold out?

I reached for the last remaining box.

As a result, one hand pressed the cake box with me almost at the same time.

I turned around and saw a squint-eyed boy.

At first I thought it was because his eyes were small, but later I realized that the man hadn't opened his eyes at all.

He was wearing a rather British-style cloak, and even his voice sounded very young.

"The lemon cheese here is the best in Yokohama, so Ranpo-sama will never give it to you."

I stared blankly at him.

Chaos, chaos?

Is it the random step I thought?