Bai Weiwei: "I lost it."
Yu Moqian: "Lost?"
Bai Weiwei: "If you think it's a waste, we can use it up."
Yu Moqian: "…"
Then he silently threw the condom into the trash can, daring to speak again.
For fear that Bai Weiwei would really let him use it.
He doesn't know how to use it, hasn't used it, and more... doesn't know who to use it with.
Yu Moqian glanced at Bai Weiwei secretly, and before she found out, he turned his head again.
The night is dark, the street lights are bright, and there are people walking in twos and threes on the aisle.
There are more couples dating.
As they walked, Yu Moqian's brain twitched, and he reached out and held her hand.
Then he lowered his head and said, "Don't go away."
Bai Weiwei held back her smile, "Okay."
The two held hands all the way and walked slowly under the moonlight.
Like two happy snails.
[Ding, the male protagonist's favorability rating is forty-five.]
When they walked to the hotel, because the distance was too long, Bai Weiwei was carried by Yu Moqian when she was drowsy.
When she got to the hotel, she leaned against his shoulder softly, rubbing her face against his long hair.
He turned his head to look at her and found that she was sleeping soundly.
Yu Moqian smiled and walked slowly into the hotel.
Back in the room, he put her on the bed and covered her with a quilt.
And his body disappeared, and he floated by the bed in a spirit body, and he tried to reach out.
Then gently hold her fingers.
She winced, as if cold.
Yu Moqian's dark, radiant eyes were a little softer.
He breathed a sigh of relief, for fear that he would not be able to touch her.
Then he sat by her bed all night, staring at her like that.
In the next few days, Bai Weiwei and Yu Moqian stayed with two big salted fish.
Eating and waiting to die, eating, drinking and playing.
Didn't do a few decent things.
When Yu Moqian caught a few ghosts occasionally, Bai Weiwei would look at him with admiration.
Then he couldn't help but catch a few more ghosts.
Bai Weiwei said that every time a ghost is caught, he can leave Yu Moqian for half an hour.
She said she was able to leave him for more than five hours after deducting the time he had left.
Side quests are growing gratifyingly.
A week later, Bai Weiwei received another call from her third uncle.
"Today, all the members of the family will be here, don't be late."
Bai Weiwei is more willing to eat, drink and catch ghosts with Yu Moqian.
I don't want to be involved in the broken things of the Emperor's Path at all.
But the scene still has to go.
After reading the information, I found that it was an activity to go to eat and drink, listen to who the heir was, and then go home to find their mother.
Bai Weiwei glanced at Yu Moqian, "I'll go back by myself."
After all, Yu Moqian is still a ghost.
If Huangdaomen is deceived again, there are still people who have the ability.
Yu Moqian was silent for a while, and then he said, "Can't I just be on stage like that?"
Bai Weiwei looked at his low self-esteem and said quickly, "... No, I just think you are too handsome, for fear that you will be robbed."
Yu Moqian's face was ghostly pale, and his dark eyes curled up.
"Don't be afraid, no one can take me away."
He was only in his 40s, plus he was old and pedantic and wanted to be responsible for her.
It's as good as 80 favorability.
Bai Weiwei tried her best to refuse, "I still don't..."
Yu Moqian stretched out his icy hand and helped her smoothen her short hair, "Don't worry, the juniors of Huangdaomen don't have any great skills, so they can't see through my disguise."
Seeing his confident look, Bai Weiwei could only say, "Then the car you drew or something, don't disappear suddenly, okay?"
It's not that she doesn't believe him.
She didn't trust his Ferrari with his face.
After all, it's not impossible that some young girls like the president's handsome guy suddenly rushed over and poured a cup of tea on him.
At that time, Yu Moqian's face was smeared.
It's okay to scare others to death, but it will aggravate the shadows in her heart, and how to deal with it in the future.
Yu Moqian stretched out his finger, and pressed his chin with some distress to think, "This is not easy to handle, or you beg me, and I will draw you a car and a man that will not be messed up."
Bai Weiwei stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips heavily, then said calmly, "Draw it."
Yu Moqian stayed for a few minutes before humming.
A pen appeared in his palm, just as he was about to draw.
Bai Weiwei hesitated and said, "Can you draw more handsomely?"
Yu Moqian: "?"
Bai Weiwei: "Look at the TV. The appearance of the popular little fresh meat is so good-looking, so youthful, more cartoons, and more energetic. I will pick for you the photos of the ten most handsome little fresh meat this year, and you can draw according to it."
Yu Moqian: "…"