After saving the world, I became a heartthrob

In the resplendent restaurant, the sound of the clash of knives and forks is especially obvious in the quiet air.

In addition, the two men sitting opposite each other at the top of the dining table collided with each other, sparks flew everywhere, and they refused to give in.

On the other side, He Chan was holding the rice in his hand, eating deliciously, the only sound came from his hand.

"Whew, wheeze." He Chan sucked the soup in the bowl, stared at the two people who were facing each other with wide eyes, and didn't have the slightest intention to step forward to stop him.

Just like the person they are fighting for has nothing to do with him.

At this moment, Hill's face had a few streaks of asphalt, and a fist fingerprint was vaguely visible.

No accident, it was He Chan's hammer.

Whoever asked him to provoke him several times, he disliked him, and even attacked him personally.Unable to hold back, he stretched out his hand and punched it.

What surprised He Chan was that Hill, who was thought to be weak on the surface but actually very strong, really looked like him, a weak group.As a result, He Chan easily beat the man down and rubbed him on the ground.

If César hadn't stopped He Chan in time, the other party might have been beaten into autism by He Chan.

Even so, Hill was still not to be outdone and competed with César for the ownership of He Chan.

Strangely, when facing Hill, César was always a bit out of breath, almost saying what Hill said.

Except for the issue of He Chan's ownership, no matter what Hill raised, César would not budge.

"Then there's nothing to talk about." Hill felt the red marks on his face, relaxed suddenly, and leaned back, "Since you chose him, then I have nothing to say."

"I hope you don't regret it." Hill stood up suddenly, and glanced at Cesar with his condescending gray-blue eyes. This glance made Cesare's hand on his knee tightly clenched.

"You..." He wanted to say something.

"Hush——" Hill moved closer to César, with his index finger on his lips, and a sly smile on his face, "I never thought that just him would change your belief that you have held on for thousands of years."

"If I knew this earlier, I should have used this strategy against you earlier."

"Thinking——" César stood up with an ugly expression, his eyes full of shock and disbelief.

But immediately, thinking of his proficiency in attacking the mind, César suppressed his anxiety and said sullenly, "If you give up now, it won't do you any good."

"I don't care. Besides, do you really think that I can't get rid of your restraint?" Hill whispered in his ear.

"Why are you... obsessed with him..." César held back and finally couldn't hold back, and asked this question that he knew the answer in his heart but didn't want to admit.

"You like it, and I like it too."

Hill's words completely dispelled César's expectations.

But César didn't know whether he really didn't like He Chan, or he wanted to deceive Hill, and he denied it with a firm voice: "I don't like him, I just regard him as a sweet snack."

"You should know that undead creatures have no senses, but he is different. His power can make me feel warm, and the breath on his body makes me have an appetite. His specialness is aimed at me as an undead body. , if I am not a dead soul, I will definitely not look at him."

César swears, with a look of seriousness.

"Hey, did you hear that?" Hill looked at He Chan with great interest.

He Chan was still holding the bowl in his hand, and when he heard this, he subconsciously looked at César, whose pupils shrank slightly, and whose face was full of nervousness.

A sudden smile, like a peach blossom in full bloom, glamorous but not vulgar, followed by a voice like a kingfisher singing a kite, melodious and long with an inexplicable meaning, "Oh—"

He Chan deliberately elongated his voice, and under the pressing eyes of the two, he finished the last mouthful of sweet soup in the bowl, and said calmly: "Does it have anything to do with me if he likes me? Besides, he doesn't like me. Shouldn't you be happy?"

Hill:? ?

Cesar: ? ? ?

"Actually, from the very beginning, you shouldn't treat me as a rival in love. After all, he and I are impossible." He Chan said to Hill seriously.

Hill:? ? ?

"You don't need to use me as a shield just to anger him."

"..."

"What? You still don't believe it? He even admitted that he doesn't like me anymore, what else do you want?" He Chan looked at Hill defensively.

Hill: "..."

He raised his hand weakly, full of words, after facing He Chan, he didn't know where to start.

"Zen Chan." César, who should have breathed a sigh of relief seeing that He Chan was not angry, felt chilled in his heart, as if he had been poured a basin of cold water, which was very unpleasant.

Hearing He Chan's more and more biased explanation at this moment, César's face turned ashen, but he couldn't bear it anymore, and stopped his "nonsense".

It's a pity that he is not good at persuasion, and finally he only choked out four words, "Don't talk nonsense."

"When did I talk nonsense, you said it yourself, you don't like me, is there a problem? Then he..." He Chan pointed to Hill, "He has been targeting me since I came, if he is not interested in you, would you believe it? ?”

Hill: "...Why can't it be because I'm interested in you that I deliberately target you?"

As soon as Hill said this, He Chan became quiet.

After a while, He Chan's tone was faint, his eyes were slightly cold, and he said coldly: "If this is the case, then I will thank you for your liking first, and then...huh..."

He Chan blew his fist.

Hill: ...

"Okay, I've finished my meal, and the two of you haven't finished discussing. In this case, you go ahead, and I'll go out for a walk." He Chan got off the table and was about to leave.

"Do you think I can't do anything to you?" Hill walked up to He Chan and gently raised He Chan's chin.

He Chan grabbed his wrist with his backhand, and pushed him to the edge of the table with force.

The next moment, Hill slammed his back against the dining table, and when he pressed his palms on the dining table, the side tableware was forced to move, making a "cracking" sound of porcelain colliding.

"You...cough cough..." Hill was startled and angry, and his mood fluctuated too much, causing his breath to be unstable and causing a severe cough.And on his pale and sickly face, an abnormal blush suddenly appeared, which made him look a little more colorful, so that he was not as gloomy as before.

Looking at Hill who was weak, let him be slaughtered, and had no ability to resist, He Chan's heart moved slightly, and he couldn't help stepping forward, leaning forward, almost lying on top of him.Just like how he treated him just now, he stretched out his hand to lift his chin, and deliberately teased, "You're not trying to get my attention, are you?"

"Cough...cough...cough...cough" Hill blushed. He could push He Chan away at this time, but he didn't do that. Instead, he turned his head and shyly avoided He Chan's sight. The smooth, light-blond long hair fell down to block his side face and expression.

"No way, no way, you won't come for real." He Chan was annoyed, deliberately put his face in front of Hill to see his reaction, and even stretched out his hand to break the other's face.

Hill was pressed by him, and his body fell back, and his upper body was almost folded at a right angle and lay on the dining table.

Fortunately, in their position, apart from the tableware that was pushed aside at the beginning, there were only a few bouquets of flowers, pink roses, which happened to be not far from Hill's face.

"You, get up." Hill's face was flushed. At this moment, he looked even more beautiful than the rose next to him, and finally remembered to push people with both hands.

Just don't say that he is just tickling if he has little strength, even this voice gives people a feeling of pulling and trying to catch him.

He Chan: ...

I suspect you are seducing me.

He Chan couldn't calm down anymore, touched his itchy nose, stood up abruptly, put his hands behind his back pretending to be nothing, looked at César, who was dumbfounded, with an expression that shocked my whole family, and explained kindly: "He moved first." .”

Hill gasped for breath. Hearing this, he hurriedly got up from the dining table, pointed at He Chan, trembling for a long time, flung his sleeves violently, and stared at César angrily.

But soon, he half-covered his hands, covered his mouth that was getting redder because of his pale face, and said through gritted teeth: "It's interesting, I regret it."

In the second half of the sentence, he looked at César and said César, so that César, who heard what he said, had a bad face, which could no longer be described as ugly.

"Since you don't like him, please help me. I like him quite a lot now. For you, you won't suffer anyway. After all, I am you and you are me."

Hill raised his chin slightly, looking at César with a natural look.César was reluctant, and couldn't help showing a little bit of it on his face.

When Hill saw this, his eyes fluttered, and he took the lead in continuing to say: "Don't worry, I can help you for a while, but if you don't want to, then it's hard to say."

In these words, He Chan didn't know the truth, and couldn't hear good or bad, but it fell into César's ears, but it was a blatant threat.

Thinking of the persistence for thousands of years and the original intention of Hill, César looked at He Chan hesitantly.The apology and determination in his eyes made He Chan feel uncomfortable.

He Chan: I always feel that they have secrets from me.

"I can not restrict you to attack him, but you can't hurt him." After César said this, his whole body became weak in vain. He lowered his eyes, and the light eyelashes fell under his eyelids, leaving The next piece is a touch of blue and decadence.

Moreover, He Chan noticed that César began to avoid his sight intentionally or unintentionally.

He Chan:?

"That's natural. It's too late for me to hurt him. How could I hurt him?" With a malicious smile on the corner of Hill's mouth, under He Chan's gaze, he raised his hand to tidy up the hair scattered in front of him, and combed it The back of the head is loosely tied with a brown hair rope in the middle of the hair tip.

Then he tilted his head, throwing the tied hair behind him.Then he raised his arm and put his arm around his sleeve, pushing forward step by step towards He Chan.

Under the sight of He Chan Mulen, the cuffs had been rolled up to the elbows, revealing half of the perfect curve, Hill, with fair skin, put his hands on He Chan's shoulders, and then pulled hard towards him, He leaned forward and kissed He Chan's mouth with full momentum.

Soon, before He Chan woke up, Hill raised his head, smiled provocatively at César, and said happily and proudly: "After all, how can I be willing to let him break before I have tasted enough?"

He Chan: Watch the boxing!

"Pets are disobedient. If you chop off their paws, they will be obedient. What do you think?" Hill grasped He Chan's wrist accurately, with a cold look in his eyes, an arrogant expression and firm words.

And the warning and killing intent in his words successfully made He Chan realize that something had changed.

As the saying goes, those who know current affairs are heroes, He Chan rolled his eyes, opened his clenched hand, rubbed against Hill's red lips and white teeth, and said seriously: "There is ashes."

"is it?"

Hill suddenly smiled, the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, his gray-blue eyes were fixed on He Chan, and he said tenderly and affectionately: "You also have ashes on your mouth, I wiped it off."

As he spoke, under He Chan's astonished eyes and César's forbearing gaze, his fingers rubbed the corner of his mouth affectionately.

He Chan: ...the fist is hardened.