How to properly play the spare tire character

The curving knuckles knocked on the door politely, and the natural veins on the back of the hand made the owner look more restrained and gentle.

"Squeak."

The sound of opening the door was harsh in the dark, especially like an old witch in a black hijab in the Middle Ages.

The person who opened the door lowered his head. His thick black hair hung down on his forehead and eyelids. His pale skin and slightly blue eye circles made him look like a sick mental patient who was about to wither and die.

His eyes were bruised and black, but when his eyes touched the person who came, it was as if insect eggs had broken out of cocoons in his eyes, completely smashing the treacherous blackness.

Song Yan's lips were trembling, as if to say something in a whisper, infatuation, entanglement and patience were in his eyes.

Xie Ci was very close to him, and he smoothed the folds at the tail of his clothes calmly, no matter how restrained he was, there would still be a bit of disgust in his eyes.

"Master Song, be careful not to catch a cold."

Sven's assistant focused his eyes on the young man's bare ankles, slightly curled his mouth, and said slowly, "You should put on your shoes, the floor is very cold."

Song Yan lowered his eyes slightly, and for a moment he showed a somewhat cute posture.

He really obediently returned to the bed, half-sitting on the black quilt, holding the quilt tightly with his pale fingers, his black eyeballs were like cold glass beads, staring at Xie Ci silently.

Xie Ci pursed his lips, and the soft footsteps sounded in the room, because it was too empty and quiet, there seemed to be a faint echo.

Song Yanding looked at the mask-like smile on Xie Ci's lips, and said hoarsely, "Don't smile at me like that."

Xie Ci's eyes paused, and it took a while to restrain his smile, and he said calmly, "Okay, Young Master Song."

Only then did Song Yan feel relieved, he put the quilt over his chest, and looked at Xie Ci with his black eyes.

Xie Ci lowered his eyes, and covered him with the quilt naturally and skillfully.

Xie Ci often slept with Song Yan, but no matter how many times it was, he still couldn't get used to the other party's silent, sickly eyes staring at him all night long.

For Xie Ci, it was a more disgusting sight than peeping and monitoring.

Xie Ci could only pretend not to see, he imagined himself as a sculpture or a wooden model man, he should have gotten used to it long ago.

Being thrown to others casually by the person you like, like throwing rags.

Xie Ci never wanted to think about whether Lu Cang was sincere to him. He was no longer a naive young man, a student who had just stepped out of the ivory tower. He was just a running dog of his master in the eyes of everyone.

"I want you to look at me."

said the gloomy young man.

Xie Ci came back to his senses slightly, and he subconsciously raised a smile as if receiving guests.

Song Yan's cold voice sounded again: "I said, don't smile at me like that, Mom."

Xie Ci's smile froze completely, and he looked at Song Yan coldly, his disgusted voice could no longer be restrained: "Young Master Song, I should have told you earlier that there are some things that should not be said, and you can't say nonsense, I am man."

A strange smile suddenly appeared on Song Yan's gloomy face, and the birthmarks at the corners of his eyes became more and more bright red. His appearance was undoubtedly good-looking, with a blend of evil spirit and natural delicacy, supreme beauty.

But at this time, Song Yan looked like an ugly and disgusting toad in Xie Ci's eyes, the other's bulging eyes were filled with disgusting mucus, Xie Ci only felt that he was sick and sick.

Song Yan said, "Mom, are you angry?"

"You can hit me, scold me, spit at me, break my feet and hands, mom, I won't resist, let me be your doll, okay?"

Xie Ci looked at him condescendingly, and after a while he calmly said: "Master Song, you should be sober, you know, this house cannot escape Mr. Lu's eyes."

"This pitiful and crazy appearance will only reduce your competitiveness."

Song Yan's throat moved slightly, his pale forehead was slightly bruised, his black eyes looked at Xie Ci, his breathing was a little heavy, and his voice was hoarse: "If I have the confidence to completely defeat them, Mom Will you be with me forever?"

Xie Ci lowered his head slowly, stroking Song Yan's black hair with his tense hand like a dog, and then pulled it back vigorously.

Song Yan was forced to look up, but there was a nervous smile on his face.

Xie Ci said: "That's right, so you should put in more effort instead of just randomly exchanging these unknown 'rewards'."

Song Yan looked at him infatuatedly, and he said with difficulty breathing, "Mom is what I want most."

Xie Ci let go, and let the person fall powerlessly on the bed, he said coldly: "Nothing."

"Are you a dog? Can't you see that I disgust you?"

Song Yan's pale face flushed a little, and he said tremblingly: "It's okay if mom hates me, as long as you stay by my side, I want to be with mom forever, forever."

Being seriously ill, Xie Ci only felt some discomfort in his stomach.

Even with a good face, such behavior can only be associated with some cheap, disgusting bedbugs.

The flow of time gradually slowed down, and Song Yan's trembling movements also stopped, his fingers stopped in mid-air, and the silhouette reflected in the black eyes gradually became loose.

Like a lifeless, soulless woodcarving.

Xie Ci raised his head sharply, and the black wooden door was pushed open.

Moonlight fled into the room through the window, and then seemed to be imprisoned in it, unable to move.

The person who came was wearing a simple black sweater, his dark blue eyes were calm, and only when he saw Xie Ci did he arouse a little emotion.

"Why are you here?" Xie Ci raised his eyebrows and looked at Cui Jiu.

The gentle young man looked around, his eyes flickering slightly: "Pause the time, is it the volatile potion you bought?"

Cui Jiu shook his head. He didn't seem to know what to be wary of when facing Xie Ci, and calmly showed his hole card: "A permanent skill obtained in a high-level plane."

Xie Ci asked with interest: "Is there a limit to this skill? Or can it be used in any world?"

Cui Jiu was a bit warmed by the young man, but he didn't show it, and said with an expressionless and ordinary look: "It can only be used in low-level planes."

Xie Ci nodded: "Good stuff."

He said, straightened up, straightened his bow tie and said, "What are you looking for me for? Who is the target of your mission? Has the world been assigned?"

Xie Ci frowned slightly when he spoke, maybe because he was used to being a teacher before, he subconsciously said: "Now you should make corresponding measures according to the personality of your target object, which is in line with the personality of the spare tire..."

The implication is don't waste your time looking for him all the time.

Cui Jiu lowered his eyes, but he really put on the attitude of an obedient student who listened carefully. He agreed with what Xie Ci said, as if he was about to take out a pen and paper to take notes in the next second.

It's kind of sincere.

Xie Ci thought about it and asked: "So, who is your task target?"

Cui Qiao looked at him, the moonlight draped over his shoulders, like a misty veil, gentle and unbelievable.

He said, "It's you."

Xie Ci was stunned, and his heart beat faster for a moment, like the fine grass suddenly bursting out of the spring mud, he rubbed his fingertips restrainedly, and frowned: "How could this world assign such a strange task."

Strange indeed, generally speaking, the people they need to lick are all Aboriginal people without exception.

Cui Jiu didn't explain, he didn't say anything, as if he didn't know anything.

Xie Ci glanced at him, the corners of his lips curled up a little, and soon he calmed down, he calmly said: "Forget it, I will try my best to cooperate with you."

Cui Jiu curled up his knuckles, still looking calm.

006 didn't know when it turned into a cat. It was covered in creamy yellow fur, and its mandarin duck eyes were so cute. It was watery looking at Xie Ci acting like a baby and wanting to be hugged.

Xie Ci withdrew his eyes from Cui Jiu, he bent over to hug 006, the suit was stretched tightly around his waist, drawing out beautiful curves, looking extremely restrained and beautiful.

Cui Jiu's earlobes were covered with a faint red glow.

He pursed his lips and asked in a low voice, "You and your system seem to have a good relationship."

Xie Ci paused slightly, looked sideways, and looked at him with a half-smile: "En."

"It's very cute." The young man casually commented, pointing his finger on 006's cute cat mat.

Cui Jiu moved his hands, and a strange feeling spread over his whole body.

In the next second, a warm feeling almost enveloped his entire soul.

At this time, Cui Jiu's neck also began to turn red. Sure enough, he saw the young man's hand caressing 006's body, not even letting go of the cute kitten's lips.

There was an unspeakable numbness on the lips.

Cui Jiu took a deep breath, but he was not willing to give up the link anyway.

Yes, 006 belongs to a slice of his soul, the slice has no memory, and only he, the subject, has a complete memory.

Cui Jiu was severely injured in a first-class task, and his soul was polluted by psychotoxins. In order not to be completely polluted, he had to separate the strengthened soul psychosis into several equal parts.

After the soul is separated, a carrier is needed, which is why Cui Qiao is doing quests crazily. Before he has enough points to re-sew the spirit of the soul, he can only place his own sliced ​​soul through the quest world.

This state continued until he met Xie Ci.

System 006 is the most harmless of all slices, it represents the most primitive love, impulse and dependence.

It represents the most real Cui Jiu under the layers of hypocrisy and indifference.

Cui Jiu suppressed the fluttering emotions in his heart, feeling the warm fingers of the other party caressing the back of 'him', slowly extending down until the sensitive and lovely tail.

Xie Ci fiddled with its tail with his fingers slowly, 006 trembled all over, and his voice became in tune, allowing anyone to play with it.

Cui Jiu stood still, unable to move, and the corners of his eyes were flushed.

Xie Ci casually approached Cui Jiu, and said with a slight smile in his voice, "Mr. Cui."

"Should I call you Cui Jiu, or 006?"