Panshu woke up early the next morning. Maybe she made up for the sleep she got the day before, so she got up very early today.

When she came out to wash, she found Song Zixing leaning outside the tent.

With her eyes closed, her long, thick eyelashes cast a shadow on her lower eyelid like crow feathers.

Ning Yan was carrying a bucket of clear water. Seeing that she had woken up, he put the bucket down and gave her the strawberry milk in his pocket. His voice was clear and tired, "Would you like to sleep a little longer?"

Panshu shook her head and said she had had enough sleep.

Ning Yan nodded, sat in front of the boiler and started tinkering with cooking.

He knew nothing about it, but he had a stubborn spirit and relied on his own experience to figure things out. The food he made wasn't particularly delicious, but it was more than enough to fill his stomach.

But Panshu refused to eat what he cooked.

Ning Yan, pent up in anger, tinkered with the boiler every day. From the beginning, he had a frown on his face, but now he was quite comfortable with it. At least from his expression, it was impossible to tell whether he was cooking a pot of garbage or a pot of rice.

He said it just didn't look very good.

Pan Shu didn't believe it.

At this time, Ning Yan would no longer call her stupid. Instead, he would smile and raise an eyebrow, saying that she had become smarter and would no longer fall for their tricks.

In fact, Ning Yan didn't want her to eat it.

His cooking skills were terrible, and Ning Yan didn't want to harm her.

A pot of sweet porridge was bubbling, and the lid was constantly shaking due to the steam. The boy watched quietly without blinking, then glanced at his watch, and immediately opened the lid when the time came.

It was at this time that Song Zixing woke up.

He patted his chest and complained, "Ning Yan, you cook just like the recipe."

Pan Shu was chewing wild fruits and couldn't help laughing.

Song Zixing then realized that Pan Shu had already woken up. His eyes lit up, "Sister, sister, are you awake?"

Banshu said "hmm" in an unclear voice.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Song Zixing moved closer to Pan Shu and sniffed her. "Sister, you smell so good."

Ning Yan stretched out his long legs and kicked Song Zixing away with an expressionless face, "Get lost."

Song Zixing glared at Ning Yan resentfully.

But the next second, his face lit up, his eyes sparkling, "Sister, let's go on a date now, shall we?"

Panshu had no objection and nodded.

"Why don't you eat something before you leave?" Ning Yan said softly.

Pan Shu took another bite of the wild fruit and smiled, "Yeah, okay."

She really wanted to try it.

Song Zixing brought over the dishes and bowls and said, "It smells nice, it should be good."

Ning Yan paused nervously. He filled a bowl for Song Zixing and scooped a little into Banshu's pink piggy bowl. "If it doesn't taste good, spit it out. Do you hear me?"

He also knew it didn't taste good.

Pan Shu thought, even if it tastes bad, how bad can it be?

She picked up the spoon, scooped a small mouthful into her mouth, and met Ning Yan's expectant eyes. She swallowed the porridge in her mouth with difficulty, "Ning Yan."

"Yeah." Ning Yan felt a little uncomfortable.

"Forget it, you have no talent."

This sentence translates to, it's really unpalatable.

"Poof—" Song Zixing spat out all the porridge in his mouth, his face pale. "Ning Yan, you fucking poisoned the porridge, didn't you?"

Ning Yan: “…”

Song Zixing took a long time to relax, and when he stood up, his calves were shaking.

Pan Shu was having a hard time holding back her laughter.

"Why don't we wait for you to rest before we go?" said Banshu.

Song Zixing frowned and nodded bitterly. He complained, "Sister, I suspect Ning Yan wants to kill me."

Ning Yan sneered, not intending to take the blame, "Don't touch porcelain."

“…”

After a while, Song Zixing's face was not so pale anymore. He said pitifully, "Sister, can you hold my hand and walk with me? I still feel a little uncomfortable..."

Ning Yan opened her eyelids and said, "You are eating porridge, not arsenic."

Song Zixing retorted, "Your porridge tastes worse than arsenic."

“…” Ning Yan stopped talking.

In the end, Song Zixing was unable to hold Panshu's hand, but he was born with a smiling face and others could not see his loneliness.

"Sister, can I still meet you after we get off the island?" Song Zixing asked.

Ban Shu pondered for a moment and said, "I think so."

"oh."

Song Zixing wanted to get closer to his sister.

In fact, it was exploitation at the beginning.

Because the girl in front of him was simple, innocent, harmless, and seemed to have no scheming, Song Zixing was certain from the beginning that she was Cupid, and the only Cupid in their group.

Ah. Little Cupid surrounded by seven werewolves.

He approaches her, trying to seduce her into liking him and choosing him.

After all, the boy was born with a lovely appearance, and few people would dislike Song Zixing's face.

He is confident.

But he was defeated for the first time.

It seemed as if there was only Ning Yan in the girl's eyes. There was no trace of Song Zixing at all.

Frustrated? That doesn't seem quite right.

Song Zixing wasn't sure when he'd fallen in love with her. He just wanted to call her sister and see her smile. In the end, he greedily wanted her to like him a little more.

Song Zixing can refuse the bonus, he can refuse anything.

He just wanted her to pay more attention to him.

But he suddenly realized that the sacrifices and concessions he thought he had made seemed insignificant to Ning Yan, and could be discarded at will.

At the beginning, Song Zixing envied Ning Yan and envied him for having Pan Shu's preference.

Later he understood.

It was because of Ning Yan's open preference for the girl that he gained the girl's preference for him.

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