50 Chapter 50

◎"Zero sense, ultra-thin, fast heat conduction"◎

Yang Xueyi brought Ying Yun to the hot pot restaurant where she and Qiao Qianqian had dinner together last time. It is an old and highly recommended restaurant with a good reputation for its service and dishes.

It was past mealtime when they arrived, so there was no need to wait for a table.

Soon, the steaming hot pot of pork belly and chicken was served. Yang Xueyi dipped the meat in it and finally felt satisfied.

No Western food is as delicious as hotpot.

Arriving at the familiar environment, Yang Xueyi ate a lot with a great appetite, while Ying Yun still ate in a reserved and restrained manner. The traces of his pampered life in the past were too heavy on him. Sitting in the hot pot restaurant, he still looked like a young master, with exquisite table manners, eating slowly and in small bites as if he was eating Michelin food.

Yang Xueyi didn't pay much attention to it at first, until she noticed that several girls at the next table frequently glanced at Ying Yun. When she looked up, she realized that compared with Ying Yun, she was a little careless about eating, and not as particular as him, a man.

Ying Yun looked like the kind of man who should be seen in an expensive Western restaurant, wearing a custom-made suit and dining with aristocratic girls who were well-versed in all the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting.

So maybe in the eyes of others, they would think that Yang Xueyi's temperament is not a match for Ying Yun.

Of course, they weren't originally.

However, it was at this time that Yang Xueyi realized that Ying Yun was not actually eating seriously. On the contrary, he was looking at Yang Xueyi.

For some reason, Yang Xueyi felt a little upset again. Just when she was about to bluff and accuse Ying Yun of staring at her face, she saw Ying Yun stand up.

He walked to Yang Xueyi, picked up the hairband that the hot pot restaurant waiter had prepared in advance, and gathered Yang Xueyi's hair from behind.

"You're so careless when eating." Ying Yun's voice was low, but there was no accusation in it, more of helplessness. "Yang Xueyi, are you planning to ask your hair to drink soup with you?"

Ying Yun's slightly cold fingers brushed across the back of Yang Xueyi's neck. The skin he touched seemed to be electrified, with ripples of trembling caused by the electric current. She could even feel Ying Yun's breath against her head as he bent down to tie her hair. He became stiff, and his usual sharp tongue was gone. He was like an unarmed soldier who had all his weapons confiscated. Facing the enemy, he was left helpless and bewildered. Although no one fired a shot, his heart felt as if it had been hit.

Although Ying Yun looked calm and composed, his movements were actually clumsy. After tying his hair for a long time, he still couldn't do it very well. Two or three disobedient strands of Yang Xueyi's hair still escaped from the hair tie.

"Don't guess, they're boyfriend and girlfriend, definitely a couple, not brother and sister."

"Luckily I didn't ask for their contact information, otherwise I would have been asking for a beating."

"He looks so aloof, but he dotes on his girlfriend..."

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Ying Yun returned to his seat and resumed his elegant dining etiquette. Perhaps the hot pot restaurant was too noisy and he didn't hear the jokes made to the girls at the next table. His expression was as indifferent as ever, but Yang Xueyi couldn't help blushing, and her previous frustration disappeared.

Suan Yingyun is still a human being.

After all, I lent him all my 60,000 yuan savings. Even if he is pretending, he should pretend to be nice to me!

However, Yang Xueyi's mood still experienced some ups and downs when she was checking out.

It all started out of luck—

Registered members of the hot pot restaurant can earn points for their consumption. Just as Yang Xueyi was about to give her mobile phone number, the waiter enthusiastically told her that she had been selected and could eat for free.

"I saw you participated in the seventh anniversary wishing event. As long as your wish comes true, this order will be our gift to celebrate your dream coming true."

Make a wish?

Yang Xueyi was stunned for a moment, and when her eyes met Ying Yun who was sitting opposite her, she belatedly remembered what wish she had made at that time.

Yang Xueyi looked at Ying Yun again with a guilty look.

Of course, the wish at that time was not fulfilled...

However, the waitress had already made a decision for Yang Xueyi: "I'll give you a free meal just because your wish has come true." She explained with a smile, "It's just a gimmick. As long as you say it's come true, the meal will be free. You need to scan the QR code on the table and enter your phone number and real name to view your wish. We can't view it either. This is just an event we held on social media to promote our store. Just leave us a good review later."

Yang Xueyi breathed a sigh of relief.

However, Ying Yun suddenly spoke. He glanced at Yang Xueyi and asked casually, "What wish did you make?"

Yang Xueyi didn't answer directly, but only said vaguely: "It's just an ordinary wish."

"Did that come true?"

Yang Xueyi looked away, just wanting to end the topic quickly, so she coughed and said, "Let's just take it as it is."

Fortunately, Ying Yun didn't ask any further questions.

While waiting for the free bill to be paid, Yang Xueyi went to the bathroom.

However, when she came back, she was shocked to find that Ying Yun was actually paying the bill!

"Ah? Can't I get a free meal?"

Ying Yun seemed to be in a good mood before Yang Xueyi left. However, just a moment after Yang Xueyi left, his expression became quite ugly. He was still handsome, but with a gloomy face.

"It's unavoidable."

Although the meal was not very expensive, considering Ying Yun's current living standard, and the fact that he was living in poverty due to a medical dispute and still owed himself a foreign debt of 60,000 yuan, it was completely understandable that he had to pay for a bill that could have been waived, and his face turned so dark.

"But just now clearly..."

Ying Yun glanced at Yang Xueyi and said expressionlessly, "Yang Xueyi, there's no need to worry about the bill if your wish hasn't come true."

?

Without waiting for Yang Xueyi's reaction, Ying Yun frowned slightly, as if he could no longer endure it: "You're so innocent? You don't even remember the wish you made?"

Now Yang Xueyi finally realized it - Ying Yun saw it!

However, compared to the embarrassment and embarrassment of being caught, Yang Xueyi's first reaction was to turn the tables. Her face flushed, and she babbled nonsense, trying to rationalize her strange wish: "Why did you go and see! What I wish for is a personal privacy! You are invading my privacy!"

Yang Xueyi was prepared to be scolded by Ying Yun, but she didn't expect that after she finished speaking, Ying Yun fell silent for a rare time.

Ying Yun didn't know what else to say except remaining silent.

Yang Xueyi in front of him had a wandering look in her eyes and was biting her lips slightly. She looked embarrassed, but still had a sense of bluffing and self-righteousness. She didn't seem to have learned her lesson at all and would not repent. She had no idea how bad the wish she had made was.

Of course, when it comes down to it, what Yang Xueyi said is right. That is personal privacy. What wish she made and whether it came true or not, does it have anything to do with Ying Yun?

At this moment, Ying Yun almost gave up on himself.

What did he go to see?

Because he is cheap.

So as soon as Yang Xueyi left, he couldn't help but scan the code and enter Yang Xueyi's name and mobile phone number, wanting to silently fulfill her wish, just like he did before when he dealt with Li Junxin.

Because he never had any self-awareness in this matter, he was eager to become Yang Xueyi's wish-making machine, hoping to help Yang Xueyi realize any wish she wanted.

He took Yang Xueyi's hesitation as the disappointment of having her wish not fulfilled, and the guilty evasiveness in her eyes as a sign of her being sensible and fearful of burdening him by expressing her wish...

Yang Xueyi doesn't have such a thing.

Or even if she did, she wouldn't show it to Ying Yun.

Ying Yun knew he should accept it.

But he still couldn't help it, his chest ached with anger: "Yang Xueyi, what good will it do you to fulfill that wish?"

Looking at Ying Yun's angry face, Yang Xueyi's first reaction was that she and Ying Yun were finished.

Wishing a boy impotence is a bit too much and too vicious, no matter who it is.

When she and Qiao Qianqian came to this hotpot restaurant, she was so jealous that she almost became mentally twisted when she heard that Ying Yun was about to be single that she left a message impulsively in anger. Rather than really wishing that Ying Yun was not well, it was more like self-psychological comfort of sour grapes.

But of course I can't say this to Ying Yun, so now I can't explain it at all.

It was unknown whether it was a sudden flash of inspiration or a quick wit, but by the time Yang Xueyi reacted, the words had already come out of her mouth -

"Well, there's certainly a reason for making such a wish."

"You sometimes take too long, and I get tired too."

"You made my back and waist hurt, and I was upset, so I just said it in anger."

"It's mainly because you're so incessant..."

Yang Xueyi actually regretted what she said. Her face turned red and she felt so ashamed that she wished she could turn into a mole that could dig holes, then dig a hole on the spot and disappear in front of Ying Yun so as not to embarrass herself again until next spring when she would pretend to crawl out of the ground again as if they were meeting for the first time. Now, she had used up all her courage to stand in front of Ying Yun with pretense and calmness.

Listen to what she said to justify herself! She really couldn't come up with another sentence.

Although this is indeed Yang Xueyi's true feeling occasionally, can Ying Yun believe it?

Sure enough, after she finished speaking, Ying Yun just pursed his lips and stared at Yang Xueyi without saying a word.

Just as Yang Xueyi was about to change the subject, Ying Yun's voice sounded again above her head.

"I'm sorry. I didn't notice your feelings."

His face looked a little uncomfortable, but his voice remained calm and steady as usual, as if he was discussing a deal worth tens of millions with Yang Xueyi. His attitude was business-like and measured, but the content of their conversation went in completely different directions, and his anger seemed to have subsided.

"Just tell me directly next time, and don't make that kind of wish. I will change."

Ying Yun glanced at Yang Xueyi, his voice still cold: "If you have any other complaints, please tell me now, so that you won't make me impotent this time and premature ejaculation next time."

Yang Xueyi: "..." Can you please stop mentioning these words? She really can't bear to look at them anymore! How did Ying Yun say it so calmly?

We were clearly on the right track just now, but now the topic has suddenly taken a detour into a strange alley.

But since they had already entered this side road, Yang Xueyi had no choice but to go on. She muttered vaguely, "Don't use the raised dot threads next time."

It has come to this point, and she is also willing to give up: "I don't like that style, okay? It's all your preconceived notion!"

Even when recalling the feeling of using that style, Yang Xueyi felt very overwhelmed. Every second of contact made her unable to calm down and her scalp tingled, as if she had lost the ability to think. It was really too much.

Yang Xueyi blushed, cleared her throat, and pretended to be a successful negotiator: "Just buy normal ones from now on."

"Also, I don't mind the tie and the blindfold, but it's not as necessary as you think. I don't know how you misunderstood." Yang Xueyi blushed and her voice became very low. "It's okay occasionally, but you don't have to do it every day."

She didn't know if Ying Yun had any dom addiction. Yang Xueyi couldn't say that she hated it. She even liked it sometimes, but he always did so many different things that she really couldn't handle sometimes.

"Um."

Ying Yun's expression was serious, but fortunately he didn't refute. His voice and expression made him look like a young CEO who was willing to accept advice: "I understand."

The two had already left the hot pot restaurant and were walking back, passing by the convenience store where Ying Yun had bought mouthwash.

"Wait for me."

He stopped so abruptly that Yang Xueyi bumped into his back subconsciously, but was saved from pain by Ying Yun holding her back.

Yang Xueyi was a little confused: "Ah? What do you want to buy?"

Ying Yun glanced at her with a calm expression: "Buy the normal ones."

He dropped his eyes. "There are only raised dot threads at home."

The wind blew at night. Ying Yun raised his hand, straightened Yang Xueyi's collar, and buttoned up her coat which she had unbuttoned because she was too hot from the hot pot. His slightly cool fingers touched Yang Xueyi's cheeks and neck, causing her to subconsciously shrink her neck.

Ying Yun is tall and straight, with a cold expression. He is handsome but a little unapproachable. He speaks the most unashamed words in the most ascetic manner.

But Yang Xueyi didn't seem to have any stance.

Because her mouth also became dry, she seriously suspected that she had come into contact with dog hair when she was sideways just now, which was why her whole body became hot, soft and sensitive, like an ice cream that was about to melt under the scorching sun.

Yang Xueyi was weak-willed and spinelessly withdrew her decision to end the relationship in anger not long ago. She bit her lip, and although she did not take the initiative to do anything, she acquiesced to everything that happened by inaction, and ultimately did not stop Ying Yun from going to the convenience store.

Although there was no one else in the convenience store at this time, Yang Xueyi was not shameless enough to go with Ying Yun to choose family planning products, so she stood under the street light outside the door, trying to pretend that the evil transaction in the convenience store had nothing to do with her.

Through the glass door of the convenience store, one could clearly see Ying Yun leaning against the cashier counter. His profile, superior jawline, straight nose, and deep eyebrows were all visible. Between his slender, bony fingers was a box...

The words "Zero sense, ultra-thin and fast thermal conductivity" are printed in huge letters on the packaging box.

Yang Xueyi turned her head and hated her 5.2 vision.

A moment later, as the door of the convenience store was pushed open, a familiar doorbell rang. A few minutes later, Ying Yun came in exhausted and returned to Yang Xueyi's side.

Yang Xueyi didn't know why, maybe she was angry and embarrassed or maybe it was her usual bad temper. Although Ying Yun did nothing wrong, she subconsciously wanted to blame him - it was Ying Yun's fault that Yang Xueyi became so worried and anxious, which was unlike her.

Almost without thinking, Yang Xueyi was furious and raised her hand as if to hit Ying Yun: "It's all your fault!"

Ying Yun grabbed her hand and put it down. Without asking any questions, he directly admitted the accusation that Yang Xueyi had not yet spoken. He said in a low voice: "I know, blame me."

The streets at night were not quiet, but Ying Yun's voice was so close, as if plucking the strings of a cello, bringing with it a timeless, low rhythm and collision, which made people's souls vibrate with resonance until they were absorbed by the magical tone.

This area is near the university town. On the opposite street, someone was soliciting customers. He was grabbing a young couple and trying to persuade them with an ambiguous expression.

"Want to book a room? Our daily rental rooms are clean and convenient!"

Yang Xueyi looked up and saw the ambiguous light flashing on the huge advertising screen of the daily rental house across the street. The words "Daily rental for couples, hourly rental" caught her eye like mental pollution.

Yang Xueyi didn't dare to look directly at him. Her head was buzzing. She just lowered her head and before the other party quickly walked towards her and Ying Yun to sell her a daily rental house, she grabbed Ying Yun and left.

She almost had no recollection of how she got home. She only remembered that for some reason, as soon as she got out of the elevator, she and Ying Yun made eye contact, and Ying Yun kissed her.

In the end, because he was hugging Yang Xueyi with both hands, Ying Yun kicked the door open a little roughly.

Ying Yun's voice was low and breathy, pressing against Yang Xueyi's nose, as if he was reading out some kind of judgment, but his tone also had a subtle frivolity, and his voice was low, like a provocation -

"Yang Xueyi, it seems that the wish you made in the hot pot restaurant will never come true in this lifetime."

The next memory was Ying Yun's hot skin, his scorching breathing, and then the mature man's body pressed heavily towards Yang Xueyi, blocking out all the light, his outline enveloping her.

Yang Xueyi sank into the soft mattress, listening to the rustling of clothes. She felt like a piece of gummy candy that had been unwrapped, with only her face remaining red.

Ying Yun pried open her tightly clenched lips, and her legs were curled up as she was pressed onto the bed. She couldn't utter a word.

【Author’s words】

This chapter drops 200 red envelopes~

I envy Yang Xueyi's eyesight~