Male protagonist, can you save me a million times more!
Xiao Xu secretly burst into tears. In order to survive and have food, he abandoned his dignity. He even stepped on the beast before leaving, and even gave it a roundhouse kick when he was still angry.
This dignity was shattered into pieces like a piece of cake.
The children shrank back behind the red-painted pillar in fear, not daring to say a word or take a step closer. To them, that man was a great benefactor and a god. Gods all have bad tempers, and if they angered him, they might end up in a miserable state.
But, do all gods look like this? It’s so beautiful...
Shen Yanjin ignored the bird's flattery and turned away, leaving Xiao Xu and the children behind the pillar looking at each other in confusion.
Xiao Xu noticed the dark shadow under Shen Yanjin's eyes. He must have been exercising too much in the past ten days and often returned to the room after Shen Yanjin fell asleep. It was only a matter of time before his body couldn't take it anymore.
So, tonight, it's going to catch him resting.
…
As night fell, candles were lit in the restaurant, and the dim room was shrouded in a sallow yellow. The sky outside the window had already darkened, and only the stars dotted around the crescent moon that was so beautiful that it could shame the moon and the flowers.
The candlelight flickered red, and Xiao Xu curled up on the bed with sky-blue curtains. His round body rolled around in the bedding, and he didn't care even if a few feathers fell off.
Through the beaded curtain, I saw Shen Yanjin, dressed in white and green clothes, leaning on a lacquered wooden chair. Her fair hands were pressing the paper that was illuminated red by the candlelight. She was holding a brush and ink and was writing a letter. Her movements were upright and elegant, and her pride was unparalleled.
When will this be written?
Xiao let out a small chirp and yawned, feeling sleepy and confused.
After waiting for another half a minute, no one came to rest, so Xiao Xu had to muster up his courage, flapped his wings and flew out of the lacquered mahogany bed, heading towards Shen Yanjin.
"Chirp." Take a rest soon.
Shen Yanjin stopped writing, and his cold eyes fell on the fat little bird standing on the paper. A trace of warmth overflowed in his eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.
He stretched out his fair hand, pressed down the raised alopecia with his index finger, and said indifferently, "It's okay, just a light."
Xiao Xu rubbed it actively, opened his little mouth, and yawned again because he was sleepy.
It is also unknown, but when he closed his mouth, it seemed as if he was holding something.
It looked up stupidly, its round little eyes meeting those cold and handsome ones.
I don't know if it was because it was watching too eagerly, but the man took a long time to slowly withdraw his finger.
Xiao rubbed his numbed little tongue with a smacking sound. The cool touch seemed to still remain in his mouth, making him reluctant to leave.
It stayed quietly beside him, trying not to disturb him from writing letters. However, it didn't know that its little appearance with its head nodding due to sleepiness was even more adorable in the eyes of others.
Chen Yanjin put down his pen, dipped the envelope, picked up the fat little bird that was sleeping on the table, stood up and walked towards the bedroom in the attic. His steps were fast but not heavy. His long hand gently brushed the bead curtain, and the white and blue silk slid down to his elbows, revealing his smooth arms.
His eyes, illuminated by the candlelight, were like a raging fire in the grass, cold and all-consuming.
He casually put the little fat girl into the bed, rustled off Yunbi's coat and placed it on the Hongluan screen, then stepped into the bed with a cold look on his face.
The fat little bird shivered and wrapped its body tightly into a circle.
Shen Yanjin paused for a moment, reached out and twisted the quilt halfway around its small body, got out of bed and told Qiu Xiaoan to bring some charcoal.
The temperature around An City dropped rapidly with the heavy rain.
Summer is like the winter solstice, irreversible.
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