Become the contract spirit of the villain

Qin Shujue withdrew from the young man's embrace.

He subconsciously pressed his upper abdomen, but he didn't feel any pain, and his neat clothes were the same as when he came out.

Jun Mingyue watched his movements, and a streamer flashed across his eyes.

He stepped forward and asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

"You were in a daze just now. I called you several times and you didn't respond."

Is that so?

Qin Shujue had a question in his heart.

Just looking at Jun Mingyue's smiling eyes, he couldn't remember anything.

In the end, Qin Shujue only thought that she had been too tired recently and had hallucinations.

He often has trouble sleeping recently, and even wakes up suddenly in the middle of the night, as if someone has been watching him.

Qin Shujue's vigilance has always been very high, and he still feels unspeakable danger in it.

Last night was the best night of sleep he'd had in a while.

He touched the safety talisman hidden under his clothes, with a smile on his lips, he walked quickly, following the young man picking flowers in front.

The two of them walked in the garden for a while, filling the remaining space of the flower basket.

They sent the flower baskets to the kitchen.

But when Qin Shujue thought that he had no excuse to continue to keep Jun Mingyue, Jun Mingyue took two aprons, one wrapped around his body and the other tied around himself.

He picked some flowers from the basket and poured them into a pot, then turned on the tap and started washing the flowers.

Qin Shujue also recalled that when he was put on an apron, he didn't realize what he was going to do at all, and just stood at the door with a blank expression, like a cold-faced door god.

If it wasn't for his good looks, he might be mistaken for a god of evil.

Jun Mingyue turned his head and saw the man standing there in a daze, he couldn't help but chuckled: "Mr. Qin, what are you still doing, come and help me."

He raised his arm and stretched out his hands in the direction of Qin Shujue.

"The sleeves are not rolled up, please roll them up for me again."

When Qin Shujue was called by him, he felt like waking up from a dream. When his hand touched the young man's sleeve, he even trembled slightly.

His whole hand didn't seem to be his own. The sleeve rolled up and down in his hand several times, and it took him a long time to find the right way.

Jun Mingyue laughed in a low voice.

He didn't expect Qin Shujue to practice even the simplest sleeve rolling.

Qin Shujue's ears turned red when he heard the voice.He has never been in the kitchen in his life, let alone helping others.

But looking at Jun Mingyue's gentle smile on his side face, Qin Shujue suddenly understood what it means to be willing.

He even thought that if Jun Mingyue wanted to eat his cooking, it would not be impossible for him to go to school.

Qin Shujue rolled up his sleeves and moved away from the young man. He asked, "Is this okay?"

"Okay."

Jun Mingyue turned around and continued washing the petals.

"By the way, I remember that there is flour in the cabinet on the far left. You can go to the Internet to find a tutorial on flower cake dough, and just follow the method."

Qin Shujue heard that she also had arrangements.

His mind was blank, he couldn't think at all, like a puppet dominated by Jun Mingyue, he made an action as soon as Jun Mingyue said a word.

After Jun Mingyue washed the petals, he couldn't suppress the smile on the corner of his lips when he saw the man's whole body stiff and bewildered.

He pressed his lips and coughed lightly, and reminded: "Ahem, there is too much sugar."

Qin Shujue suddenly picked up the spoon in a panic, trying to separate the sugar from the noodles.

However, the more he messed it up, the more the sugar and noodles were blended together, making it difficult to distinguish.

In the end, he gave up, picked up the basin directly, and wanted to pour it out.

Jun Mingyue immediately reached out to stop him, "This is Mr. Qin's first time cooking, how can he throw it away?"

He pressed Qin Shujue's hand and put the basin back on the table.

"Don't worry, no matter what you do, it will only enter our stomachs in the end, and no third person will know."

Jun Mingyue poured water into it and signaled Qin Shujue to stir it evenly.

"...Is it too sweet?" Qin Shujue asked hesitantly as he recalled the candies poured out.

"No, too much sugar will make it bitter. If you taste sweet, it means there is not enough."

Jun Mingyue walked past him and began to process the washed petals.

He took out a tool similar to pounding medicine, poured the petals into it in batches, and then mashed the petals into mud.

Qin Shujue didn't disturb him when he saw his movements.

He started to make the dough according to the content of the tutorial video.

During the period, someone wanted to enter the kitchen, and when they saw them, they backed out immediately, and told the two people's movements in the internal group chat with a wink.

The two of them worked all morning, and no one came to bother them.

Finally, just in time for lunch, two plates of beautiful flower cakes were placed on the dining table.

Qin Shujue sat across from Jun Mingyue. He looked at the plate, then at the young man, and he didn't take the chopsticks after doing his hands several times.

This was his first time cooking, and even though he only cooked part of it, he was inevitably a little nervous.

Not to mention that he was not the only one eating the flower cake, Jun Mingyue was also there.

Thinking of this, Qin Shujue became even more apprehensive.

It is said that to grab a person's heart is to grab his stomach, what if Jun Mingyue says it's not delicious?

He kept glancing in the opposite direction, thinking in his heart that he would eat later.

A little later...better not to eat.

Under Qin Shujue's forcedly calm gaze, Jun Mingyue picked up one and took a bite.

Qin Shujue couldn't help clenching his hands hidden under the table.

At this moment, he was even more nervous than when he seized power.

Jun Mingyue put down his chopsticks after eating, nodded slightly to him, and showed a satisfied smile, "Not bad, it's delicious."

His words were not adulterated.

Although the taste is lacking, you can feel the sincerity inside.

Food made with emotion is different.

Jun Mingyue couldn't help but licked his lips and ate the whole pancake.

After hearing his comment, Qin Shujue plucked up the courage to take a bite with chopsticks.

The next moment, his body froze.

After a few seconds, Qin Shujue swallowed the food in his mouth with difficulty, and immediately poured himself a glass of water.

Concerned about his image, he only took a sip before saying to Jun Mingyue, "...too much sugar."

Not only is there a lot, it is obviously a lot more!

For the first time, he knew what the bitterness of too much sugar tasted like.

Jun Mingyue lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, and took another chopstick, "I tasted its hidden taste, it's very sweet."

——"You actually ate it too."

Seeing his calm look, Qin Shujue gritted her teeth, stretched out her chopsticks to pick up the flower cake that he bit into and continued to eat.

The water in the water glass beside him decreased little by little.

Jun Mingyue finished his plate, raised his eyes and said to the man who was struggling to eat the flower cake, "My mood is just like it, do you understand what I mean?"

Qin Shujue: "..."

He suppressed the warmth in his eyes, squeezed his chopsticks tightly, and asked in a cold voice: "You mean you are in pain by my side?"

An icy chill rose from his body, and the warm atmosphere disappeared in an instant.

Jun Mingyue pursed his lower lip, his eyes full of helplessness.

"Actually..." He caught a glimpse of the white shadow in the stairwell, stopped talking, and stood up, "Forget it, I want to go back."

He didn't expect Qin Shujue to misunderstand him so deeply.

The two parted unhappily.

After Jun Mingyue left, Qin Shujue threw away the chopsticks angrily, swept away the plates on the table, and smashed them all over the floor.

Venting the anger in her heart, Qin Shujue slowly cleaned up her cuffs, took out her mobile phone and dialed a number.

"How's the progress over there?"

Replied from the other side: "Don't worry, the final draft has been finalized, and it will definitely be completed within the agreed time!"

……

Jun Mingyue returned to his room and continued to pick up the brush to paint.

Every stroke of his was extremely slow and serious, as if he had exhausted all his energy.

The whole picture is much clearer.

Under the white flower tree, the shadow covered the man in white. The man had rare white hair, which was a color more beautiful than snow.He half bent down and stretched out a hand as if touching something.

The other man in black was sitting under the tree in a leisurely posture, and a few rays of sunlight scattered on his body through the leaves, making people afraid to disturb him.

But in this painting, the upper half of the two people are blurred by a cloud of paint, and no one knows the whole picture.

After drawing for a while, the doorbell rang.

Jun Mingyue took out the green button beside him and pressed it.

Qin Shujue sorted out her emotions, as if nothing happened, went to the room and put the chain on the young man again.

In fact, he thought that Jun Mingyue would not let him in.

But looking at the green indicator light that instantly lit up in front of the door, his previous anger was swept away.

Qin Shujue started to walk around the room, he didn't want to leave Jun Mingyue now.

He knew that Jun Mingyue didn't want anyone to know what he was painting, so his eyes never fell on the painting.

Suddenly, he saw a hanging ornament thrown in the corner, and he was taken aback with a cold expression.

He quickly returned to Jun Mingyue's side, looking at the green button he had placed by his hand, Qin Shujue couldn't help asking: "Have you always only carried it with you?"

No wonder no matter what time he pressed the doorbell, the indicator light was always green. It turned out that Jun Mingyue never brought the red button with him!

Qin Shujue's heart was pounding.

Does that mean...

Jun Mingyue put down his pen and followed his gaze.

With just one glance, his fingers trembled imperceptibly, but he replied without hesitation: "You know, I don't like rejecting people."

Jun Mingyue's words were like pouring cold water on Qin Shujue's body, cooling his heart down instantly.

He fixed his eyes on the long-haired young man, trying to find an answer, "Will anyone refuse? Or is it just me, you will never refuse?"

Jun Mingyue: "..."

He didn't answer.

The topics Qin Shujue asked became more and more sensitive, making him unable to answer more and more.

He didn't know where the bottom line of the contract was, so he could only keep silent.

But his silent appearance was once again misunderstood by Qin Shujue.

Qin Shujue sneered: "Jun Mingyue, the thing I regret most in my life is meeting you!"

The sound of the man slamming the door lingered in the room.

Behind what he couldn't see, Jun Mingyue's face turned pale to almost transparent in an instant, he pursed his lips, wanting to call someone but couldn't speak.

The pain in his heart made him couldn't help bending down, clutching the front of his clothes tightly.

Transparent tears fell silently from Jun Mingyue's cheeks.

"Jun Mingyue!" Bai Ying jumped in from the window. Seeing the young man's appearance, he paused, "...Actually, if you want to stay with him for a longer period of time, it's okay." The white cat licked his Paws, don't overturn your head and speak hesitatingly.

"No need." Jun Mingyue wiped away the traces on his face, revealing his gentle and firm eyes as always, "I know what I want to do."