Xiao Li finished the copy of Soul Gathering Village and returned to reality. The original blank note fell from the air to the table, with a wet paw print on it.
The little black cat escaped from the little yellow book, landed lightly on the ground, and nimbly jumped onto the desk, shaking its fur.
Originally, it was soaked by the rain, but after being rubbed by Xiao Huangben, it came out again, and the hair on its body was actually dry, and it stood fluffy, like a small coal mass. It raised its head and looked around curiously, then sniffed the note with its nose, stretched out its right paw, and just pressed it on the paw print of the blank note, the shape and size perfectly matched.
Little black cat: "Meow."
At the same time, Xiao Huangben, who returned to the desktop, was shocked, and a simultaneous translation appeared: [Thank you.]
Xiao Li was fascinated by the sound at the end. He was worried that the little black cat would catch a cold if he didn't dry it in time. He didn't expect that this kind of plot creature would automatically return to its original state after leaving the dungeon world.
He looked at the little black cat and reached out to touch the stuffed dumpling's head.
The first time, the little black cat was petted.
The second time, the little black cat turned its head, Xiao Li's fingers brushed the tip of its ear, it barked again, jumped to the window, and sat side by side with the puppet of Tan Li on the balcony, watching Ye Hua, who was downstairs, yawned with her mouth wide open, revealing two small fangs.
Xiao Li turned his attention away from the little black cat, flipped through the little yellow book forward, and looked at its long confession, Xiao Li said, "...Shut up."
The remaining rainwater dripped onto Xiao Huangben from his fingertips, and was sucked in in a blink of an eye.
Xiao Huangben: [Do you want me to shut up?]
[If you don't kiss me, then I will be busy feeling the heat and sweetness of your lips, like drinking a spoonful of honey, I will devote myself to it, and I will not want to say unnecessary words.]
[If you keep it like this, it doesn’t matter if I don’t speak for the rest of my life.]
Xiao Li: ? ?
One second is not bad, do you still want to kiss for a lifetime
Xiao Huangben felt the drop of rain, as if he remembered something, and immediately changed the topic: [You just got caught in the rain, go take a shower, or you will get sick.]
The wind blew in from the wide open window, causing Xiao Li to tremble all over. He closed the small yellow book, unbuttoned his soaked clothes, and walked into the bathroom.
There were other things distracting him in Soul Gathering Village before, but now back in the real world, Xiao Li felt cold and sticky, very uncomfortable.
He took off his rain-drenched clothes, took a hot shower, and walked out after the coldness on his body subsided.
The temperature of the hot water successfully warmed Xiao Li back to the low temperature on Xiao Li's body. Taking advantage of the warmth he just came out of the bathroom, he directly got into the quilt and fell asleep.
In that long-lost dream, the unknown man appeared again.
Xiao Li vaguely found that the chains on his wrists had been undone, and it seemed that his range of movement had expanded from the bed to the entire room—but he was very sleepy and didn't want to get out of bed.
So he just rolled over and just slammed into the man's arms.
The other party adjusted his posture so that he could sleep better. At the same time, he patted his back with his hands and leaned against the head of the bed to look at Xiao Li.
I don't know how long it took, until Xiao Li almost fell asleep, and he heard that person's sweet voice ringing in his ears: "You really don't remember me, do you?"
"But I still remember you."
"Although you have long forgotten about me and our first encounter, those may be insignificant to you." The man's tone was calm, but for some reason it sounded a little depressed, like an iceberg under the sea." But I keep it in my heart.”
He still remembers a lot.
He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against the boy's forehead. They were very close now, but he didn't really kiss them.
The man just looked at him, then pressed his finger on the other's lips, raised the corners of his lips and smiled, without tossing Xiao Li.
Therefore, this dream soon passed.
On the next morning, not only did Xiao Li not remember the dream last night, he almost forgot where he was - because he had a fever after a long time.
Although the physique of the second young master of the Xiao family is not as good as that of an athlete, it is extremely difficult for him to get sick since he was a child. This time it has been raining for a long time in an extremely yin place like Juhun Village. When he came back, his forehead was hot enough to fry an egg.
He lay groggy on the bed, the puppet stood on the table, rolled a towel from the bathroom with his hair, and put it on Xiao Li's forehead.
Zhou Ying's mobile phone automatically called up the WeChat interface, and sent a message to Zheng Yi's WeChat asking for leave.
The little black cat who was sleeping in the shape of a dumpling woke up, licked its paws, and pushed Xiao Li's face.
Xiao Huang Ben on the table: [… Really sick? I didn't expect human beings to be so fragile, like porcelain dolls... but their faces were flushed red, very powerless, very cute.]
[However, I still feel distressed, this emotion prevailed, I am very distressed, why didn't I give him an umbrella that night? You still have to take care of it, you have to watch it.]
These two messages of it only appeared for a moment, and were erased by itself.
Xiao Li opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling above his head, feeling it was spinning, so he closed his eyes again, ready to sleep through it again - but this time his sleep didn't last long, and there was another knock at the door. The man knocked three times softly and opened the door.
The knock on the door was really weak, Xiao Li was only awake for three seconds, and then fell asleep again.
The door opened by itself, and a handsome young man walked in, it was Xiao Li's deskmate Shen Mizhi.
He didn't know how to walk in. The servants and housekeepers in the hall ignored him. After he came in, the three ghosts in the room silently retreated and hung on the lawn outside the villa to watch the scenery.
Shen Mizhi stretched out a hand and placed it on the boy's forehead on the bed.
His body temperature was very cold, as low as a ghost. For Xiao Li, the effect was similar to that of an ice pad.
The young man closed his eyes, but he could not see what he had done. A faint black air was sucked out from the boy's eyebrows - almost instantaneously, Xiao Li's originally sullen face returned to his usual naturalness, and his breathing was steady. a lot.
Just a little more... go before he wakes up.
Shen Mizhi made an excuse for himself.
He tucked the quilt for Xiao Li, and adjusted the angle of the pillow behind his head for him. Then he propped himself on the edge of the bed and held the boy's hand.
is a real touch.
Shen Mizhi thought happily, the feeling is much better than the dream - no matter how real the dream he created, it is but a finger in this person's reality.
Even if he just looked at him like this from a distance, he didn't want to laugh all the time, as if someone had put countless candies in his heart.
- This also led to the fact that he just wanted to watch for a while, and left before Xiao Li woke up, but he didn't pay attention, the sky was getting dark outside the window, the man on the bed opened his eyes, but he was still here.
Xiao Li felt that he had slept long enough this night, but the treatment effect seemed to be good, and his head was no longer dizzy. He felt that he could hit five now!
But when the person beside the bed came into view, Xiao Li was stunned for a moment: "... Shen Mizhi?"
How could this guy be by his bedside
The young man pursed his lips, his face was always cold, he nodded to answer Xiao Li's words.
"Why are you here?" Xiao Li half sat up from the bed, looked around, and asked suspiciously.
Shen Mizhi's words are like gold: "I want you to review."
Xiao Li: "...?"
Does he seem like such a lover of learning
Shen Mizhi: "Final exam, we are at the same table, the teacher asked me to tutor for you."
Xiao Li picked up the phone from the pillow, and saw that the top row was full of WeChat messages from Zheng Yi: [Fuck, Xiao Li, what happened to you?]
[Why did a message suddenly appear on my mobile phone, no source, no mobile phone number, WeChat account that I haven't added, and the profile picture is still black - it said to me, "please take a leave of absence for Xiao Li"? !]
Xiao Li: "..."
He put down the phone, adjusted his expression, and said to Shen Mizhi, "Then how did you get in?"
The young man's shirt rolled up to his elbow and fell: "I said I came to find you, so I came in like this."
Xiao Li thought it was Xu Mei at home, and when he saw Shen Mizhi, he let him in. He didn't think much about it, he just relaxed his body and asked casually, "When did you come?"
Because of his action, the neckline of the nightgown opened wide, revealing a slender collarbone and shoulders.
Shen Mizhi opened his eyes: "... just now."
Xiao Li didn't have any doubts, he got off the bed and didn't avoid Shen Mizhi very much - in his opinion, there is no one like Xiao Huangben that has existed in ten thousand years, Shen Mizhi is his classmate, and the two have no connection. As a boy, it's normal to play basketball and even take a shower together. He got up and said, "It's fine for tutoring, but you can make an appointment when you play games."
Shen Mizhi's voice was a little hoarse for some reason: "Okay."
There have always been many games in Xiao Li's room, but no one usually came. He played online games and formed a team. Now with Shen Mizhi, those games finally have their place.
While Xiao Li and Shen Mizhi's Nest were playing games in the room—
Outside the Xiao family villa.
A middle-aged man stepped on the shadow under his feet, and the shadow pointed directly at the window of Xiao Li's room.
He is a cultivator, so he can naturally see the abnormality in that room, saying that ghosts are not like ghosts, but also like immortals and not immortals - the black shadow under his feet wrapped his whole body and brought him into the backyard of the Xiao family villa.
The connection of the ghost belonging to Mr. Ye is nearby, it seems to be covered by something—
The middle-aged man walked around a flower bed, raised his eyes to look into the window, and suddenly looked at a puppet.
man:? ?
Tan Li Wushen's pupils flashed a dark light, his hair grew longer, and he greedily looked at the man... the black shadow under his feet.