The fake daughter can be salty or sweet

Lun Shengshi's just this sentence, a few short words, was enough to pierce his heart like a double-edged sword.

During the break, Yang Zizi accidentally heard classmates discussing Lun Shengshi.

"Guess who I saw in the professor's building just now."

Seeing the girl so excited, the other party could probably guess one or two: "Could it be Professor Lun!"

"Yes, it's Professor Lun!"

The girl excitedly pulled her classmates to go to the professor's office building, but was stopped. It turned out that they were just kicked out. Who would dare to go there?

Yang Zizi didn't care, ignoring the eyes of the classmates and strode towards the professor's office building.

Yang Zizi was still very familiar with Lun Shengshi's office.

She pushed the door open and entered. The other party was staring at the computer, pressing his temple with one hand, as if he had encountered some problems.

Lun Shengshi just raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at him perfunctorily.

Yang Zizi always had a big smile on his face when he saw Lun Shengshi. In his opinion, the air around him was sweet.

"Don't you like eggs?" Yang Zizi pulled out the chair opposite and sat down, holding her chin with both hands and looking at him lovingly, with a smile on her face that never disappeared.

Lun Shengshi seemed to grow on Yang Zizi's funny point.

Lun Shengshi ignored her for a long time.

"Then what do you like to eat? I'll learn to cook it for you next time!" Yang Zizi looked closer at him.

"What if I say I like to drink blood?" Lun Shengshi raised his sword eyebrows and said to him half seriously.

Yang Zizi's face was shocked for a moment, and then he lifted his sleeves seriously, put his arm in front of Lun Shengshi, and said generously: "Drink my blood, it's very fresh."

Maybe this is the way to love someone. Knowing that he is joking, he still likes to take it seriously and give without hesitation.

Lun Shengshi looked at Yang Zizi's white and tender arm. The blood inside must be pure and fresh. A trace of desire suddenly emerged in his heart.

Damn it, how could he desire human blood? For hundreds of years, he had not drunk a drop of human blood, because he firmly believed that he was the same as ordinary humans, just with a different physique.

Lun Shengshi tried his best to suppress his impulse to pounce on her.

He turned around instantly, and disappeared in front of him in less than a blink of an eye. He stood by the French window with his back to him, staring out of the window.

Yang Zizi walked over, slipped, and tripped by something. Yang Zizi pounced forward, and it happened that Lun Shengshi turned around at this moment.

Yang Zizi thought that Lun Shengshi would catch him, so he was very confident and bold to let himself fall to the ground, and finally have a perfect eye contact.

Unfortunately, the pain of the bones hitting the ground was soon felt.

Lun Shengshi not only did not catch her, but deliberately took a step back to prevent her from hitting him.

Yang Zizi lay on the ground, looking up at Lun Shengshi in disbelief, with a face full of: Why didn't you catch me?

Lun Shengshi looked indifferent.

"Isn't it your responsibility to protect me? Why didn't you catch me when I fell?" Yang Zizi questioned him angrily. Is this what a person should do?

"Things that don't involve life are not within the scope of protection." Lun Shengshi looked down at him and said coldly.

"Then it may also be dangerous to fall and die?" Who instilled this devilish logic in him?

"Not to the extent!"

Yang Zizi was speechless.