After awakening the evil god, it was marked

After Yan Zhijin finished speaking, the room fell into silence.

The doors and windows were closed, the curtains were hanging heavily on the ground, and there was no wind in the room with the air conditioner turned off. The dry air seemed to be burning itself.

Yan Hui was silent for a moment, and asked: "Didn't you say that he would send it away if he wanted to, and leave him alone?"

"When did I say that?"

"That time, He Jiayun asked if he wanted to refuse his gift. You said that since he wanted to give it and He Jiayun and the others wanted to accept it, then leave him alone."

Yan Zhijin blurted out, "Did I tell you that?"

After speaking, he froze.

Yan Hui was also taken aback.

Yan Zhijin came to his senses, turned sideways, raised the bowl, and tried to cover his face: "No, I mean..."

Before he finished speaking, a black figure rushed over from the wall, almost knocking his bowl over.

"Congee!" Yan Zhijin was shocked and angry.

The black snake tail held the bowl smoothly, and safely sent the porridge to the bedside table to put it down.

"Are you jealous?" The slightly stiff black short hair rubbed against his cheeks, and the cold breath sprayed randomly on the hot earlobe.

The black snake tail wrapped around his legs domineeringly, stretching out smooth and powerful lines.The arms that still maintain the appearance of a human firmly clasp him to his chest, like a pair of indestructible chains.

"No!" Yan Zhijin loudly denied without thinking.

"If I had known that you cared so much, I would have driven him away," Yan Hui curled his tail even tighter, and whispered in his ear, "I thought you liked this student who always delivers food to the research institute. .”

Yan Zhijin's nostrils were filled with the unique cold breath of snakes, but his face was so hot that it could burn.He avoided Yan Yu's gaze and tried his best to analyze impartially: "During this period, he provided a lot of material assistance to the institute, and also eased the overly tense working atmosphere of the institute. I am really grateful to him."

Yan Hui said, "Then I'll tell him to come a few more times in the future."

"Don't go!"

Yan Zhijin said this sentence almost without any thought.

When he came to his senses, he was sitting on the tail of the snake, still holding Yan Hui's collar.

He saw the corners of Yan Hui's mouth gradually raised, and realized that he had overreacted, and his eyelashes trembled uneasily.

He began to find reasons for himself: "No, I..."

His mind is already in a mess, and the slow thinking caused by the fever makes it even more difficult for him to find the words to explain, so he can only push everything to the illness: "Sorry, I'm not so clear now."

"If you don't want to see him, I'll make him disappear immediately." Yan Hui said with a smile.

His eyes are like the purest obsidian, shining only for one person.He is like a devout and loyal believer in a temple, offering all his fascination and trust to the gods.

If you ignore the cold words, his smile can even be regarded as pure.

"Like I said, I'm just inflexible," Yan Zhijin said coldly, "Don't try to hurt my students."

Yan Zhen seemed not to have heard his words, and still said to himself: "I thought you just wanted to get rid of me. From the very beginning, I forced you to accept me. I know you always wanted me to disappear. Meng Qianlin It's your student, even if I don't like it, I can't do anything to him. I thought you never cared who was around me, and I didn't expect you to be jealous..."

"Stop talking." Yan Zhijin blushed at what he said, lifted the quilt, wrapped her body tightly, and kicked Yan Hui lightly, "Get out, I want to sleep."

"Have you stopped eating?" Yan Hui looked at the half-drunk porridge.

"If you can't drink it, take it away." Yan Zhijin quickly took a piece of antipyretic, turned over, buried half of his face in the quilt, and pretended to sleep.

Yan Hui seemed to lean over, pulled his quilt down, and stared at him closely.

Yan Zhijin's breath was tense, afraid that he would do something suddenly.

However, Yan Hui just smiled in a low voice, and helped him cover the quilt on his shoulders to prevent him from fainting, and took out the bowl.

Yan Zhijin heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the door knock, changed his posture, lay flat, stared at the ceiling in a daze.

Probably because the medicine has drowsiness ingredients, Yan Zhijin really fell asleep.

When he woke up, it was already night.

He was sweating all over, the temperature on his forehead had dropped, and his joints were no longer sore.

He took his temperature and knew that his fever was gone.

Wearing sweat-soaked clothes is not a comfortable experience.He fumbled to turn on the bedside light, found a set of pajamas, and went into the bathroom.

Not long after he came out of the shower, Yan Hui knocked on the door, as if he had been guarding the door, waiting for him to clean it up.

As soon as Yan Zhijin opened the door, seeing Yan Hui's elegant and handsome face, his heartbeat started to fluctuate again.

He tried not to look at the other person's face and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Have dinner?" Yan Hui was in a good mood, and the gloom between his brows also turned into an artist's melancholy temperament.

Looking at the time, it's time to finish dinner and rest.

Yan Zhijin suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his head, and walked straight downstairs.

Yan Hui has already prepared dinner, most of which he likes, and they are light, and the table is full.

Yan Zhijin's hobby is actually eating fish.

Especially the steamed fish, without any seasoning, the white and tender fish is dipped in the sauce, which is refreshing and delicate.

Apparently, Yan Hui had a clear understanding of his simple hobby.

Yan Zhijin sat down at his seat, and gently picked off the glistening fish meat from the fish bones.

When he ate, he could clearly feel a stare.

Yan Hui rested his chin on one hand and sat opposite him, watching him.

Usually when he was in the research institute, he watched Yan Zhijin eat like this.

An idea popped up in Yan Zhijin's mind.He put down his chopsticks and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Yan Hui tilted his head and said in confusion, "I don't need to eat."

Yan Zhijin cut a piece of the best fish from the belly of the fish, wrapped it in sauce, and put it in his bowl.

"Are you letting me eat?" Yan Hui smiled.

Yan Zhijin nodded.

"This piece of fish is very good, you can eat it."

"No, you eat."

Yan Hui thought for a while, then picked up the chopsticks: "Then I'll eat."

"Ah."

Yan Zhijin spoke calmly, but his eyes were fixed on his movements.

He watched Yan Hui put the fish into his mouth, chewed, swallowed, and the fish disappeared completely.

Yan Zhijin narrowed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, like a contented cat eating fish.

"What's wrong?" Yan Hui also laughed and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing." Yan Zhijin put away his smile.

But after only holding on for a few seconds, the corners of his mouth curled up again.

Like the pickiest nobleman, he carefully selected a few chopsticks from the table full of dishes, and put them together in the Yan Bo bowl.

The small bowls in front of Yan Hui piled up like a hill.

"...Do you want me to eat them all?" Yan Hui's eyes moved from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

"Yes." Yan Zhijin put down his chopsticks, crossed his fingers, and placed them peacefully on his lap in a tower shape.

Yan Hui frowned and thought for a while, then smiled helplessly, and picked up his chopsticks.

He started with the top leaf and ate it one by one.

When Yan Zhijin was picking it up, he accidentally picked a piece of ginger into it, and he still ate it, without even shaking his eyebrows.

The bowl quickly bottomed out, leaving only a few seasonings.

"Is that enough?" Yan Que asked.

In his eyes is the pampering that he didn't realize.

"Wait." Yan Zhijin thought for a moment, got up and walked to the kitchen.

When Yan Hui followed in, he found that he was heating a pan with an egg in his hand.

"You are just sick, you can't eat greasy food."

"I know, I'll give you something to eat."

Yan Zhijin's waist was immediately strangled, and a hairy head rubbed back and forth on his shoulder.

Yan Hui whispered, "You want to cook for me? Really?"

He repeated it several times in disbelief.

Yan Zhijin raised his head, took a deep breath, and tapped the edge of the pot with the spatula: "Let go, I can't do anything like you."

Yan Hui rubbed his neck, reluctantly let go of his arms.

He stood beside Yan Zhijin, staring at the pot without blinking, as if afraid of missing any details.

Yan Zhijin heated up the pan, poured oil, and cracked eggs.

Oil splashes in the pan.

Yan Zhijin just covered his eyes with his hands, and immediately saw a transparent barrier appear in front of him.

"Don't be so troublesome." Yan Zhijin's eyes were complicated.

Yan Hui obediently removed the barrier.

The egg white part has big burnt yellow bubbles. It can be seen that there is too much oil and it becomes a fried egg.

But this cannot affect Yan Zhijin's plan.He sprinkled salt on the uncured egg yolk.

A little bit more.

Yan Zhijin silently scattered the salt with a spatula, hoping to reduce the saltiness by dispersing it.

He counted the time, put the spatula under the egg, and turned it over.

The color is relatively dark, and in kitchen terms, it is burnt.

A simple fried egg ends in a chaotic yet orderly operation.

Yan Zhijin pushed the overcooked fried egg in front of Yan Hui, saying, "Eat it."

Yan Hui waited for a long time, and waited for his invitation, and couldn't wait to hold up the plate.

Yan Zhijin reminded: "It's hot."

"No." Yan Hui took a bite of the burnt egg white and smiled happily.

He seemed to be tasting some delicious food, and he took a long time to savor every bite.

Yan Zhijin is self-aware, his cooking skills can only be said to be a little better than fried kitchen.

He asked, "Didn't you say that you don't need to eat?"

Yan Hui said as a matter of course, "But you made it for me."

No matter what you give me, I will definitely eat it.

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