I Have a “System” Halo

Chapter 157: I have a Fearless aura

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After eating and returning to the room, Mo Fan took out the jar of Nurhong, took out two wine cups, poured a glass each, "Come on, big fool, take a sip."

Zhou Linxuan looked at Mo Fan's malicious smile, hesitated for a moment, and sniffed lightly. The mellow and fragrant smell brightened his eyes, and raised his hand to drink a glass of wine into his throat.

The entrance is pure and soft, and the taste of the wine is light. This kind of wine must have a lot of stamina. Mo Fan only drank a cup before stopping. The man seemed to have found something delicious, and he kept drinking it non-stop, and then he took a big gulp of the wine jar in his hands.

The wine overflowing from the corner of his mouth ran across his chin, the man's Adam's apple rolled, and the water droplets fell into his strong chest, which was unspeakably sexy.

Mo Fan turned his eyes away and couldn't help coughing lightly.

The wine jar was not big, and Zhou Linxuan finished it in a while, put down the jar, blinked, and looked at Mo Fan with bright eyes.

"Kang, two brothers Kang and Kang." Zhou Linxuan smiled foolishly, his eyes on the verge of closing.

This is drunk.

Mo Fan was stunned, the man's drinking capacity is so shallow? Get drunk from a small jar of wine

Not to mention the speechlessness in Mo Fan's heart, while the person was still a little conscious, Mo Fan walked over and patted the other person's shoulder, "Go to bed and sleep."

"Oh..." Zhou Linxuan echoed in a daze, turned around and hugged Mo Fan, "Sleep with Brother Kangkang."

"Why don't you let me sleep together?"

Zhou Linxuan blinked his misty eyes, his mind was muddled, why can't he sleep together when he hugs her

"Too lazy to argue with you," Mo Fan kicked the man, "Stand up for me."

Zhou Lin stood up abruptly, and the stool fell down in response, making a muffled "bang". And because the man happened to be hugging Mo Fan's waist, Mo Fan directly lifted his feet off the ground and was picked up by the air.

Mo Fan: ...

system:…

It doesn't see anything! The system escaped from the small black room.

Mo Fan slapped Zhou Linxuan's solid arm with his hand, "Put me down!"

"Don't let go!" Zhou Linxuan tightened his arms and said stubbornly.

"If you don't let me down, I'm going to be out of breath."

The whole person was hooped in front of the man's chest, and the man exerted so much force, Mo Fan's chest was close to the man's chest, and there was a feeling of being squeezed that he couldn't breathe.

"Ah," Zhou Linxuan let go of his hand when he heard Mo Fan say he couldn't breathe, and Mo Fan fell directly from the sky.

Because Mo Fan was unprepared, he would have fallen to the ground if he hadn't grabbed the man's hand.

Mo Fan stared at the sky speechlessly, what is going on!

Zhou Linxuan's eyes kept looking at Mo Fan, but his face was dull, obviously he didn't know what happened.

He murmured, "Sleep."

Mo Fan was neither angry nor angry, and pointed to the bed, "Go and lie down."

"Um."

It should be refreshing, but Mo Fan was hugged on the way over. Zhou Linxuan lay flat on the bed, while Mo Fan was hugged and lying in his arms.

Turning over from Zhou Linxuan, Mo Fan wanted to turn off the lights, but the opponent's hand was tightly around his waist, unable to move.

"Let me down, I turned out the light."

Zhou Linxuan shook his head violently and hugged him even tighter.

Mo Fan was helpless, if he knew that a man was so difficult to deal with when he was drunk, he would not have given him so much to drink.

But it was useless to say anything now, Mo Fan closed his eyes tightly, and tightened his arms around Zhou Linxuan as if resigned to his fate, "Close your eyes and go to sleep."

Zhou Linxuan was extremely sleepy, but the people around him were always moving around, wanting to leave him, so they kept the last sliver of consciousness. Seeing that the person in his arms finally calmed down this time, he relaxed and fell into a deep sleep.

Of course Mo Fan didn't sleep, and he wasn't drunk, how could he fall asleep after eating.

After nearly half an hour, the man's body finally relaxed. Mo Fan looked up at Zhou Linxuan's peaceful sleeping face, and lightly lifted the arm across his waist.

With a step, Zhou Linxuan's eyes suddenly opened when he was about to pass over the other person's body and get off the bed.

Under the dim candlelight, the dark eyes became deeper and clearer, without any silly look.

Mo Fan wondered, "Big fool?"

Mo Fan was really frightened. His feet softened and he sat on the man's waist. If there was a third person present in this situation, he would definitely feel indescribably ambiguous.

"Kangkang," Zhou Linxuan exerted strength on his waist, sat up and rubbed his head on his shoulder, "Mother."

Mo Fan: ...

"like."

Zhou Linxuan pulled the person closer to him and stuck them together through the clothes.

Mo Fan: ...

This situation is not right, why do I feel like I am going to fly in some unspeakable direction.

"Mine." Rubbing cheek to cheek.

"Don't go." He raised his head and continued to rub the top of the boy's hair with his chin.

Mo Fan hesitated and raised his hand to pat Zhou Linxuan's back, coaxing in a low voice, "I won't leave."

Zhou Linxuan hugged him tightly, "Liar."

If this goes on like this, he will have a reaction, okay? Mo Fan tried to lift his leg away from the man, but was held down by the man's big palm.

"You really lied to me." The man's dark voice carried a hint of familiar danger. Sure enough, the next moment, Mo Fan's eyes blurred, and his back was pressed against the bed.

Zhou Linxuan's hot lips gnawed on his face indiscriminately, and his hairy head moved down, rubbing his neck itchy.

"Hehe, don't, it's so itchy." Mo Fan stretched out his hand, inserted his fingers into the long hair, grabbed the hair roots on the top of the opponent's head, and forced the opponent to raise his head.

Zhou Linxuan pursed his lips tightly, looking unhappy to be disturbed. But the person who bothered him was Mo Fan, and he couldn't bear to be angry with him.

"Stop messing around and go to sleep."

"No, you have to go." The man lowered his head determinedly, ignoring the aching scalp while pulling. Mo Fan had no choice but to let go.

"That way you won't go away."

Zhou Linxuan acted on instinct, lying on Mo Fan like a big dog to leave his mark. Mo Fan had feelings in his heart, he was worried that too much movement would cause the other two houses to suspect him, he didn't dare to move, his body became hot.

Although this body is still small, it has already opened up, and was provoked a little bit of anger.

Just thinking about how to stop the man, Zhou Linxuan's body suddenly softened, his head was buried in his neck, and he lay still on his stomach.

Zhou Linxuan fell asleep just like that.

Mo Fan couldn't laugh or cry.

He stretched out his hand to push the person away, but the strength of this body was frighteningly small. Tired and sweating, Mo Fan gave up, hugged the man's head, and joked, "Hey, turn over, I'm going to be crushed to death by you."

Mo Fan shook his head, really, how could he think that a man can still hear him when he is asleep

Unexpectedly, just as Mo Fan was about to fall asleep like this, Zhou Linxuan turned sideways, then hugged Mo Fan again and fell asleep.

Mo Fan: Is this a coincidence? Or is it a coincidence

At dawn the next day, Zhou Linxuan got up from the bed as usual, and Mo Fan tentatively asked, "Dasha, tell me what happened last night, starting after dinner."

"Oh," Zhou Linxuan pretended to be trying to remember, "Yesterday we made dumplings and we ate them. The dumplings were delicious. Brother Kangkang also helped Dasha to serve the dumplings. Dasha was so happy..."

"I didn't ask you to say this," Mo Fan was speechless, "What happened after we finished eating the dumplings? What happened after we entered the house?"

"After entering the house... after entering the house... ah, after entering the house, Brother Kangkang gave me delicious water, sweet, and then...then I saw two Brother Kangkang."

"Then what?"

"Then, then I don't remember." Zhou Linxuan said aggrievedly.

Mo Fan: Sure enough, I forgot.

*****

Mo Fan's act of buying ready-made clothes inspired Mo's mother, who went to the tailor shop to cut some pieces of cloth and came back to make new clothes for Mo Fan.

As the autumn harvest approached, Mo's mother didn't have much free time. Every time she came back from the field, she was so tired that she just wanted to sleep, so this matter fell on Jiang Hua.

Ginger Flower:…

How can she make clothes for people without even pinching a needle

With a broken heart, she took over the task from Mo's mother. As soon as she got started, her body's instincts moved according to her thoughts.

Jiang Hua's face beamed with joy: There's no need to be exposed now.

Jiang Hua moved a bench and sat in the yard sewing clothes. Seeing this, Zhou Linxuan pointed at her and said, "What are you doing?"

There were very few recreational activities in the village, and Mo Fan squatted on the ground bored to watch the ants move. Hearing this, he turned his head and said, "Make clothes."

"Clothes?" Zhou Linxuan lowered his head and tugged at his new clothes, his face full of doubts.

Can a piece of cloth make itself like this

Mo Fan was teasing the ants with grass stalks, he paused, threw away the objects in his hands, and said to Jiang Hua, "Do you have anything embroidered?"

"Ah?" Jiang Hua held the needle in one hand and the semi-finished product in the other, confused.

Mo Fan stood up and put one hand on Zhou Linxuan's shoulder, "I think Dali is very talented, can you teach him?"

Jiang Hua was stunned: ...

This is ancient times, teaching a man to embroider

With stiff hands and feet, she took out the needlework embroidered tent from the house, and Jiang Hua held up something and asked, "What do you teach?"

"Let's start with embroidery." Mo Fan looked interested.

Zhou Linxuan pointed to himself, "Embroidery?"

"Do you want to learn Dali? After learning, you can make your own clothes."

"Make clothes? By yourself?" Zhou Linxuan tilted his head and thought in distress.

Mo Fan was not in a hurry, he just waited for the other party to react.

In Jiang Hua's rigid expression, Zhou Linxuan pointed to himself, "Do clothes?"

Mo Fan nodded.

He pointed to Mo Fan again, "To Brother Kangkang."

"Make clothes for Brother Kangkang." Zhou Linxuan became happy.

"Yes, you can also make clothes for me." Mo Fan smiled, "I can wear the clothes Dali made for me in the future."

Thinking of the scene where Mo Fan wrapped his body in the clothes he made himself, Zhou Linxuan didn't understand the meaning, but he felt satisfied when he thought about it.

"to learn."

"Come on, sit down," Mo Fan pointed to another bench next to Jiang Hua, "Let Jiang Hua teach you."

"Brother Kangkang, watch me learn."

Smiling, Xiao Fan dragged out a chair and sat across from them.

The tall man listened carefully to Jiang Hua's explanation, holding a small needle in his big palm and shuttled back and forth. This scene was particularly sour.

Throughout the whole process, Jiang Hua's expression was very strange. She was fidgeting and wanted to leave, but was held back by Mo Fan, "Stay here to see if he's doing something right."

I thought that a man's technique is rough, so he must not learn well. Mo Fan didn't expect the other party to really learn it, it was just a whim, who knew that the man did it decently.

When Mo's father and Mo's mother came back, they saw Zhou Linxuan sitting peacefully on the small stool embroidering, with a look of being struck by lightning.

"This is?" Mother Mo turned her gaze to Mo Fan who was on the side.

"Embroidery," Mo Fan said with a smile, "Mother, look at the flowers embroidered by Dali, they are quite beautiful."

Mo's mother moved her lips, wanting to say something, but seeing Mo Fan's excited and proud face, she finally had no real idea to say it.

Even if you can embroider well, how can you let a man embroider? Dali is not a woman, she needs to be married to embroider her wedding dress.

Although it has not been clearly stipulated that men cannot embroider, such a thing is weird no matter how you think about it.

The author has something to say: Recently, the collection has been increasing very slowly, and the editor didn't mention to me about being on the list, and I don't know if it will be on the list (T_T)