National First Love and His Little Jasmine

"Not a coffin."

Why can't Meng Chuan see his little thoughts, so what?

"Not a coffin."

Why couldn't Meng Chu'an see his small thoughts, and why couldn't he see that he wanted to leave here.

But so what if it is clear and clear, some tricks will jump into it even if they know it, like now, Meng Chuan can only be forced by him to get hot-headed, and said in a warm voice: "The fog will dissipate after eating."

This is a direct promise, and his straightforward attitude made Song Shiqing stunned.

"Then go."

Song Shiqing's seductive temptation disappeared suddenly, with a calm and ruthless look on his face, almost making people suspect that the seductive state just now was possessed by a ghost.

While leading him around, Meng Chuan took out the communication tools of this era to communicate with others. He spoke a language that Song Shiqing could probably understand, but the speed of the speech was too fast, and some Song Shiqing couldn't catch it.

Meng Chuan hung up the phone, seeing him listening silently and earnestly, he couldn't help but smile softly and said, "Do you understand Serbian?"

Song Shiqing has entered many simulated worlds before, and also entered the real world during the Neptune exam. Of course, he will understand the local cultural knowledge of each world.

He glanced at Meng Chuan inexplicably and said, "It's all Latin, I have a good sense of language."

Meng Chu'an touched his nose, and said with a sneer, "Hmm...forgot that you are still a top student."

Song Shiqing: "..."

This guy suddenly became gentle, and he was not used to it.

He thought blankly, could this be the individual differences caused by different experiences in different worlds?

The Meng Chuan in this world is a bit more rogue than the Yuan world, and the gentleness in the contrast is even more unexpected. At least for now, Song Shiqing doesn't know what to say.

However, something seems wrong...

Song Shiqing frowned, and was about to say something when Meng Chuan interrupted him.

"arrive."

Song Shiqing raised his eyes and could only see the whole dining table clearly, but the surrounding area was still foggy and he couldn't see anything.

"Sit down for a while, the food will be served soon."

Meng Chuan took the main seat by himself, and pulled him to sit next to him.

The dishes came up quickly, first the dishes that Song Shiqing had counted, followed by some court dishes of similar grade.

Meng Chuan propped up his chin, looked at him with half-closed eyes and smiled, "You're so picky, if the nobles didn't enjoy it and always prepare these palace dishes to fill up the noodles, otherwise I really couldn't make it for you today. "

Song Shiqing looked at the servants serving the food for a while, and after confirming that they were all ordinary vampires, not blood slaves, he took a chopstick of food, "You can't talk about food."

Meng Chuan made a "squeaky" sound, "There are a lot of demands." After speaking, he still shut up.

The two of them didn't talk that much, and they didn't feel awkward sitting quietly. Song Shiqing thought, this seemed to be the first time they sat so peacefully.

There was no ambiguity, no teasing, and there was no tension with twists and turns, only the sound of bowls and chopsticks touching lightly.

He quickly raised his eyes and glanced at Meng Chuan. The man had a rascal mouth, but he ate with a refined and elegant appearance.

This was not the first time he had a meal with Meng Chuan, but it was the first time he paid attention to Meng Chuan.

From the beginning to the present, it seems that something has changed between them, and it seems that nothing has changed.

Not friends, not lovers, but not meeting each other by chance.

From his Neptunism, this is called the ambiguity that exists in the dark and unclear situation, rather than the typical ambiguity.

To put it simply, they didn't have a clear intention of developing towards lovers. On the surface, there was a backstab in fact.

Song Shiqing squeezed his finger bones, slowly thinking about the next plan.

Of course Meng Chuan would not let Song Shiqing enter the room used for surveillance, but brought him to the real master bedroom.

This is a medieval-style room, mainly in champagne color. I don’t know if it is to show the nobility of the owner. There are a lot of gold products and jewelry in the room. These are nothing. The only thing that surprised Song Shiqing is the head of the bed. In the very center, where others used to place photos or murals, Meng Chuan placed a huge silver sword with the sharpest point facing down, as if it would fall off at any moment.

"You are really not afraid of death." Song Shiqing honestly sighed.

"It won't kill me."

"There will still be damage."

Song Shiqing frowned, thinking that in the original direction, this sword occupied a very important role in the scene.

Wu Xiaoyu sneaked into the vampire castle not all to observe the topography of the castle, the most important thing was to steal the sword.

It is rumored that this is a sword that can kill all vampires, and it was made by the ancient sword casting master Polly.

Seeing Meng Chuan's snort, Song Shiqing knew that the rumors were just rumors.

"Are you worried about me?"

Meng Chuan turned around and lay on his back on the bed, hooked his legs around Song Shiqing's knee sockets, and brought him over.

Song Shiqing was defenseless and almost staggered and fell on top of him.

The perpetrator smiled wildly, "Why don't you jump down? What are you afraid of?"

"...I'm really afraid." Song Shiqing curled his index finger and tapped his leg.

Meng Chuan raised his eyebrows with interest, "What are you afraid of?"

Song Shiqing pointed to his canine teeth and motioned him, "I'm afraid you will bite me."

"Bite you?" Meng Chuan grinned, and his sharp fangs were immediately revealed.

Song Shiqing blinked, his first thought was that these teeth are quite neat and white.

Meng Chuan grabbed the hem of his clothes, forcibly tore off his upper body, and then hooked his neck.

"Why did you learn badly, what are you talking about? How could I bite you? It's almost the same as licking."?

The author says:

I could have finished writing 3K, until my roommate found a bug on the bed and wanted to catch it to scare me from catching it, and then the whole dormitory jumped like a dog hahahahaha, I suggest you buy the kind with mosquito nets for accommodation Tents, it feels more secure that way, hahahahaha.