Song Li glanced at him, then slowly walked to the dining table and sat down.
She almost didn't sleep last night. She was in a daze and her consciousness was confused. Sometimes it was the original owner's memory, and sometimes it was her own memory. She could hardly tell the two apart.
This caused me to feel listless and listless this morning. When I saw Huo Siyuan, my chest subconsciously tightened.
Song Li frowned fiercely. Could it be the sequelae left by the original owner's memories?
"Ali?" Huo Siyuan's voice brought Song Li back to his senses.
"What's wrong with you? I called you several times and you didn't respond. Let's get a doctor to check it out."
The island is equipped with professional doctors and medical equipment.
Huo Siyuan took out his cell phone and was about to call someone over.
"No need," Song Li stopped him, "I'm fine, I just didn't get enough rest last night."
Huo Siyuan frowned slightly, but still said nothing. He took back his phone and poured a bowl of porridge for Song Li. "Eat something first."
Song Li looked down at the bowl he handed over. It was millet porridge, her favorite.
Song Li took a few sips and suddenly stopped moving. He held the spoon and looked straight at Huo Siyuan.
"What's wrong?"
Huo Siyuan was sitting next to her, picking up some side dishes for her. He noticed her gaze and looked up at her with a smile.
Song Li took a look at the dishes he picked up, and they happened to be his favorites.
"It's okay." Song Li said sullenly, lowered his head to eat breakfast, and said nothing more.
She and the original owner... have similar personalities and hobbies, as well as the same preferences.
That's why Huo Siyuan didn't recognize him.
He liked the original owner so much...
Should she tell him her true identity? In fact, she was not the "Song Li" that Huo Siyuan loved, but an uninvited guest from another world who inexplicably occupied the body of the person he loved.
Perhaps, this will convince Huo Siyuan to help complete the task. With the help of the male protagonist, the progress of the task will surely advance by leaps and bounds.
She can leave here.
Maybe the original owner will come back?
Song Li took a deep breath and looked up: "Huo Siyuan, I want to tell you something, I..."
"...Have you not noticed that I am different from before?"
Song Li mustered up his courage and finally spoke out.
"Yes." Huo Siyuan raised his eyes, his eyes that were so dark and deep that they seemed like black holes that could swallow everything, staring at Song Li.
Song Li's heart skipped a beat, her fingers froze in place, and she stared at him intently, not wanting to miss every expression and every word he spoke.
But Huo Siyuan's next words made all the words she wanted to say stuck in her throat, and she even had the urge to spit out sweet words.
Huo Siyuan's eyes were filled with resentment, and his tone was melancholy as he spoke, "My Ah Li has become more enthusiastic, more obedient, and even more irresistible than before. Your methods of torturing me have become much more sophisticated. Ah Li, aren't you afraid that I'll become too stifled and that I'll really be left alone in my empty room from now on?"
That expression, that tone, and the fingers that suddenly hooked Song Li's hand and hooked her a few times, made him look like a resentful husband who was always waiting for something in return.
Song Li: “…”
He slapped Huo Siyuan's claws away fiercely.
grass!
That inexplicable sadness disappeared in an instant.
Suddenly I felt so stupid for worrying about all this.
This bastard is clearly a pervert who only desires her, oh no, the original owner's body.
I don't care who's inside.
Dog man!
If she keeps worrying about this in the future, she's a fool!
Song Li gritted his teeth, glared at him fiercely, picked up the side dish in the bowl, and bit it hard, as if biting Huo Siyuan, with the intention of venting his hatred.
Huo Siyuan tilted his head and looked at her with a smile.
I felt relieved.
This is better, I don’t feel sad when looking at him.
Ali looked so worried that he wanted to dig out his heart to comfort her.
After breakfast, Song Li, having put his worries aside, returned to his room to catch up on some sleep.
As usual, I first open the Internet to check the whitewashing situation of the heroine Hua Rongrong, and then contact Ms. Qin Fangyi to ask for the latest news.
After the garbage system was taken offline, the only function of timely reporting the heroine's sainthood index was gone.
Song Li could only roughly estimate the value based on his experience.
Netizens' interest came and went quickly, and Hua Rongrong's scandals were soon replaced by new celebrity scandals.
Coupled with Ms. Qin Fangyi's actions, Hua Rongrong disappeared again and her life or death is unknown. She has become a poor and vulnerable group that cannot withstand online violence. People are naturally compassionate.
On the Internet, sympathy is the least valuable and most rampant thing, as if a few words can put oneself on a moral high ground and show how kind one is.
It's ridiculous that a group of people who earn less than 3,000 yuan a month sympathize with a star who earns tens of thousands of yuan every minute.
Even though she is surrounded by negative news and has a terrible reputation.
When everyone is scolding Hua Rongrong, you will feel like you are out of touch if you don't join in the scolding.
When everyone was feeling sorry for Hua Rongrong and shouting "I'm sorry, come back", they would all hypocritically shout a few more words along.
Therefore, Hua Rongrong's reputation is now "clean and clean", thanks to a large number of internet trolls who have whitewashed her, and her identity as the heroine has also played a certain role, and those criticisms have long disappeared.
The biggest problem now is that Hua Rongrong has disappeared and her whereabouts have not been found.
Since the missing person happened in a foreign country, it would be useless to call the police in the country.
After hanging up the call with Ms. Qin Fangyi, Song Li threw his phone away and collapsed on the bed powerlessly. He stared blankly at the ceiling, pulled his hair, and sighed deeply.
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