Chapter 18: The Fox and Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio (n) Eating
What does "again" mean?
When had she teased him again?
The last time I sent the wrong message was also an accident.
She has never teased Ke Yanlou, okay?
You Wu just struggled back from the brink of life and death, but he didn't expect that fear was not his first reaction, but regret was the first feeling that surged in his heart.
Just like the last time she sent the wrong message, the embarrassment and awkwardness of realizing it belatedly hit her on the head.
But the words have been spoken, and there is no reason to take them back.
Besides, she was just offering a suggestion out of kindness and she had a clear conscience. It would be a problem if she started to feel shy.
You Wuda pushed the door open boldly, turned around and said to Ke Yanlou who was still leaning against the wall: "Please come in."
Ke Yanlou leaned against the wall, his back slightly hunched, and seemed to have no intention of moving.
The lights in the corridor resembled the afterglow of a sunset on an ordinary summer day, generously pouring light onto the Keyan Building.
He leaned there as if he was a senior in high school who would wait at the corner for people to finish class.
The next moment, Ke Yanlou turned around and looked directly at You Wu.
Ke Yanlou had narrow and long peach blossom eyes. When he smiled, he looked elegant but not vulgar. When he frowned, the depressed brow bones made his pupils appear darker, as if he could see through people.
At this moment, Ke Yanlou frowned slightly, crossed his arms across his chest, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
The general meaning is "I dare not enter your room, what if something happens?"
They are all thousand-year-old foxes, why are they pretending to be from a Chinese studio?
You Wu exhaled and said patiently, "When a man enters a woman's room, I'm the one who's more likely to suffer, right?"
You Wu put his hands on his hips as he spoke, looking very angry, and his pure and beautiful eyes were filled with anger.
She didn't know how she had tickled Ke Yanlou's funny bone again.
Ke Yanlou leaned against the wall and laughed muffledly, causing his chest to tremble slightly. The wound on his neck had just been covered with medicine, and his laugh caused the wound to split a little, and a lot of blood oozed out from his Adam's apple.
You Wu, who was originally very angry, suddenly became less angry after seeing the wound on his neck.
If Ke Yanlou hadn't been there, would she have been taken away by the crazy gambler to commemorate the money he lost?
Although she was not so confident that Ke Yanlou was saving her, it seemed more like Ke Yanlou was competing with a madman to see who was crazier.
But the fact is that if there was no Ke Yanlou, it would be questionable whether You Wu could still stand here alive.
You Wu walked up quickly, grabbed Ke Yanlou's sleeve, and dragged him into the room: "Come in, aren't you tired of standing there?"
Ke Yanlou fell backwards, as if he was playing tug-of-war, looking reluctant, and even staggered forward twice because of You Wu's drag, but the slight smile on the corner of his mouth never faded.
He took out his phone and turned on the camera mode, recording a video of himself and You Wu.
You Wu gave him a blank look: "What are you doing?"
Ke Yanlou put away his phone and said lazily, "Record the evidence to prevent me from being left without evidence when my innocence is destroyed."
You Wu: “…”
You Wu jumped up and tried to grab Ke Yanlou's phone, but Ke Yanlou moved his hand back as if he was teasing a cat.
You Wu: "Why didn't I notice you were so mean before?"
Ke Yanlou put down his phone, straightened his clothes, tilted his head and looked at You Wu with his dark eyes, and laughed softly: "You make it sound like we were very familiar with each other before."
Okay, just pretend.
You Wu stopped pestering him and turned to close the door. She glanced at the wound on Ke Yanlou's neck and went back to the shower room to get the medical kit she had brought with her.
As a result, as soon as I came out of the bathroom, I saw Ke Yanlou sitting next to the mirror, applying medicine on himself.
You Wu stopped where he was, holding the medical kit. Ke Yanlou noticed You Wu's figure from the corner of his eye.
He didn't even turn his head, and while disinfecting his wound, he asked, "Do you want to help me apply medicine?"
You Wu hid the medical bag behind him and said in a muffled voice, "You think too much."
Ke Yanlou curled the corners of his lips and said nothing more.
You Wu's room is not as good as the VIP room in Ke Yanlou, not to mention that this is in Macau where a can of Coke costs twenty yuan.
Her room is not big, but it is clean and tidy.
You Wu suddenly remembered the romance novels that Chen Jiayu had told her before. Chen Jiayu said, "Hey, in those TV shows, in the novels, whenever the hero and heroine go out to stay in a hotel, the hero will definitely upgrade the heroine to a VIP suite."
You Wuxin wondered why Ke Yanlou didn't give her a promotion.
She was shocked when this thought came to her mind.
Because her relationship with Ke Yanlou doesn't seem to be very good now.
They are not the protagonists of a love story either.
...
While Ke Yanlou was disinfecting his wound, You Wu got the takeaway he ordered.
You Wu felt miserable today.
I almost lost my life just to go downstairs to eat.
She was so busy that it was almost three in the morning before she had her meal.
You Wu tore open the takeaway package with a "crunch", and the pungent smell of chili rushed out, causing Ke Yanlou to cough several times.
You Wu looked up at Ke Yanlou who was frowning and coughing, and changed his seat reluctantly.
Ke Yanlou glanced at the maocai in You Wu's bowl. The bright red was like the scorching summer, sultry yet hard to ignore, and covered with rice grains.
You Wu was very quiet while eating, concentrating on rice, not paying any attention to his image.
After applying the medicine, Ke Yanlou propped up his head and watched You Wu eat with a lack of interest.
His eyelids drooped, he was extremely sleepy.
But I inexplicably wanted to laugh.
It is said that girls are very restrained when eating in front of the opposite sex. Why does You Wu act like she hasn't eaten for 800 years in front of him?
Do you hate him so much? Don't you pretend to be nice in front of him?
Ke Yanlou sighed very softly.
You Wu paused while picking up the food and looked at Ke Yanlou: "Do you want to eat?"
Ke Yanlou raised his eyebrows slightly. The chair he was sitting on was much higher than You Wu's low sofa. At this moment, he was sitting with his legs crossed, his right hand resting on his temples, and the white gauze around his neck looked like a gentleman's ribbon. However, his whole temperament was decadent and cold, extremely contradictory, as if he was sitting there like a ghost.
The ghost's eyes first glanced at the half-eaten meal of You Wu, and then slowly moved upwards from You Wu's fingertips, across You Wu's wrist bones, arms, and concentrated at You Wu's heart.
You Wu was wearing a burgundy short-sleeved shirt with a slightly low neckline. Plus, it was at the bottom, so Ke Yanlou could see something as long as he didn't look at her seriously.
You Wu noticed something was wrong, but saw Ke Yanlou's gaze, which was supposed to continue to move downwards, suddenly retracted and then fell directly on her face, with the appearance of a frank gentleman: "This is not what I want to eat."
You Wu pursed her lips. She had a hunch that Ke Yanlou was starting to fight with her again.
She calmed herself down and said, "What do you want to eat?"
Ke Yanlou hesitated for a moment, as if thinking, and finally, under You Wu's gaze, he looked down and said, "What do you think I want to eat?"
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