Chapter 42: Fighting with the Fake White Lotus (VI)
Yu Huo looked coldly at the smile gradually fading from the other person's lips, and sneered in his heart: Little Bailian, you can't pretend anymore, right?
Unfortunately, he underestimated the opponent's level.
The boy's expression changed, and worry filled his eyes. "Sorry, I didn't notice. It's my fault. The cafeteria is closed now. Can I treat you to a meal out?"
Yu Huo narrowed his eyes and stared at the young man in front of him.
Just when a puzzled look appeared in the other person's eyes, he suddenly smiled: "Okay, I'll eat you out of money."
The next second, a clear laugh was heard. Unlike his previous professional fake smile, this time Jiang Feng's eyes seemed to be filled with smiles. There were stars in his dark pupils, as if there were fireflies floating.
Yu Huo looked at it for a while and said: "You look really good when you smile."
Jiang Feng's smile deepened: "Really?"
"Really, you're the most beautiful when you smile. Everyone else looks funny."
Jiang Feng's laughter broke out of his throat again, and after a long while he said, "I think you are the funniest."
Okay, since you praised me, Yu Huo thought.
The sky of Srirosa is always covered with dark clouds, which never go away even at night.
The starless night sky seemed to be covered by a huge black curtain, making it hard to breathe.
Yu Huo sighed, opened his umbrella, and walked out of the teaching building one after another with the boy behind him. The campus was pitch black, with only the dormitory buildings on the road emitting a faint afterglow. The shadows of the two people were blurred and projected on the ground, not clear at all. Even if you look closely, you can only vaguely see the faint outline.
The two took a shortcut out of the campus. The small island of Drelli was surprisingly quiet at night. Occasionally, a few drunks staggered around the streets like wandering souls.
"What do you want to eat?"
Yu Huo opened his mouth and said, "I want to eat sweet and sour pork."
Jiang Feng shook his head helplessly: "There is no Chinese restaurant nearby."
Yu Huo just said it, he pointed to a fast food restaurant, bought a hamburger, and finished it in just a few bites.
Compared to himself, Jiang Feng ate much more slowly and gracefully, his chewing movements were very elegant, and his fingers holding the hamburger were slightly curled up, which was particularly pleasing to the eye.
[Revenge 945: Host, can vampires eat human food?]
Of course, but human food tastes bland to vampires.
[He's so pitiful~]
He is not pitiful. He is the product of humans and vampires, and the food he eats will not be tasteless.
[...Since human food can be eaten, why do you think he still keeps humans in captivity?]
Who knows! Maybe he's just plain evil.
Yu Huo was so engrossed in communicating with the system that he forgot to look away. As he was watching, he noticed that Jiang Feng suddenly stopped eating. Instead, he looked up at his fixed gaze and sighed, "Can you stop staring at me?"
Yu Huo came back to his senses, blinked his long eyelashes slowly, and then looked away: "You eat yours, I won't watch anymore."
During this time, his fingers on the table tapped back and forth restlessly, as if he couldn't sit still.
Yu Huo looked out the window boredly, surveying the surrounding shops through the rain. Unfortunately, Srirosa was located in the west, making it difficult to find an incense shop or antique store.
What to do? I have nothing to play with.
Hey~
Jiang Feng swallowed the last bite of his burger and saw the person opposite him looking around. He asked, "Do you want to shop around some more?"
Yu Huo stood up and nodded, then got up first and walked towards a motorcycle shop across the street.
Jiang Feng followed curiously: "What are you doing here?"
Yu Huo shrugged: "It's too difficult to take a taxi abroad. I'll buy a means of transportation."
After that, he pointed at a Kawasaki H2 and said, "Boss, I want this."
In his previous life, he had a lot of money left when he died. Although only one-tenth of it could be exchanged in this world, it was still enough to buy a motorcycle.
And the Kawasaki H2—it’s a man’s dream!
The boss was overjoyed when he took the bank card handed to him by Yu Huo. It was really rare to see such a happy customer.
No hassles at all. If you like something, just buy it without asking any questions. I hope future customers will buy from this quality store.
When paying, Yu Huo caught a glimpse of what appeared to be an exquisite knife on the boss's desk. He picked it up and looked at it, then asked, "Is this knife for sale?"
The boss looked at him puzzledly: "This knife is made of silver, it's just a decoration."
Yu Huo calmly glanced at the boy who was staring at the knife in his hand, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "It's okay, boss, I bought it for fun too."
The boss hesitated for a moment, then waved his hand: "If you really like it, I'll give it to you."
The profit from this Kawasaki H2 is enough to buy ten of these little broken knives. The boss is happy to do a favor and just attract repeat customers.
Yu Huo smiled and thanked him, then nudged the stunned boy with his elbow as if nothing had happened: "Get in the car, I'll take you home."
Jiang Feng came back to his senses and looked at him speechlessly: "This car can't carry anyone."
Yu Huo pointed at the fender and raised his chin: "Sit here."
He twitched his lips and said, "I'd better walk back."
How could Yu Huo let him go back after being invited to dinner? That was too unethical.
She quickly grabbed his elbow and said, "Hey, I'm just teasing you. We're not fat, so we can sit down if we squeeze in."
But even if they were not fat, it would still be a bit crowded for two big men to sit in a single seat. Their long legs were pressed tightly together, one in front and one behind, and the slightest movement would cause the fabric to rustle.
Yu Huo drove the motorcycle like crazy, his speed reaching the critical point of the speed limit. If this was not a city but a highway, the wheels would have been smoking.
During the process, their umbrellas were put away, and the continuous night rain soon soaked their clothes. Jiang Feng's palms, which were hanging down to the sides of his legs, subconsciously fell on the waist of the young man in front of him when he turned at an undecelerated speed. His cold fingertips slid along the thin shirt of the other person, and he could vaguely feel from the outline that with a little force, he could wrap his hand around it and fit it tightly.
They sped all the way back to school soon. Yu Huo braked and stopped in front of the dormitory building. He took off his helmet neatly in front of him.
Then she subconsciously shook her messy short hair and looked up: "Is your OCD better?"
Jiang Feng was stunned: "What?"
Yu Huo pointed at his messy bangs and chuckled, dragging out the last syllable: "Obsessive-compulsive disorder."
"...I held back. Don't you dislike people touching your hair?"
Yu Huo sneered in his heart: The reaction is quite quick.
He didn't expose the other person, but watched him act calmly. Then he silently snatched back the other helmet, holding it in one hand, and waved to him casually: "Okay, thank you for treating me to dinner, I'm going home."
Jiang Feng nodded, unlike the distant attitude when they first met, and lowered his head to open the umbrella.
Before he could turn around and leave, the boy holding the helmet suddenly ran under his umbrella: "By the way, do you know?"
His thoughts seemed particularly jumpy, always making him unable to grasp the key points. He subconsciously cast a puzzled look: "Know what?"
Ignoring the other person's increasingly wide eyes, Yu Huo leaned closer to his ear, his gaze darting up and down the gently swaying sickle-shaped earring, his eyes meaningful: "Do I like you or not?"
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