Chapter 448: Deep Mansion (Thirty-Six)
Yu Huo was no longer surprised. He raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Simpson, whose face was redder than a monkey's butt. His voice was casual: "Why are you asking this?"
Simpson didn't dare look at him, his eyes half-closed, his long eyelashes clearly visible, trembling constantly...
"I, I'm not doing anything, I just, I just..."
Yu Huo tilted his head and said with a nasal "Hmm?" "What is it?"
When Simpson heard his slightly lazy voice, his whole body seemed to be wrapped in static electricity, and he felt itchy and numb.
"It's just...it's just that I seem to like you."
"So?" The young man's tone was still calm, without excitement or disgust, just... indifferent.
Simpson couldn't help but feel nervous and couldn't help but look up and glance at the other person quickly.
The young man's eyes are upturned, and it seems that even a slight blink of his eyes reveals his charm.
I don’t know if he added a filter without my permission, or if the orange sunset was particularly warm.
Simpson seemed to have made up his mind and shouted, "So, can you date me?!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Finally! Finally! I finally said it!!!
Yu Huo on the other side took advantage of the other party's secret excitement, calmly withdrew his hand, and then couldn't help but scratch his ears.
Really!
Why are you yelling so loudly? It's not like he can't hear you!
And...is this person sick?
You said you like me after just knowing each other for a few days?
Now that the dungeon is out, do you know who I am?!
He rolled his eyes secretly in his heart, but forced a faint smile on his face: "No."
The rejection was decisive and decisive, without any hesitation.
Simpson's blush faded as he heard this. He asked in disbelief, "Why?"
Yu Huo looked at him for a few seconds, as if sizing him up, then curled his lips: "You're not my type."
Simpson frowned and insisted on asking, "So what type do you like?"
Yu Huo thought for a moment: "Uh... I like pretty ones."
Simpson pointed to her own face and asked, "Am I not beautiful?"
Yu Huo's mouth twitched, and he sighed with pretended regret: "Beautiful. But it's still a little short of my aesthetic standards. I'm very picky."
Simpson didn't give up. As if he had made up his mind, he said in a deep voice, "I can get plastic surgery for you."
"..." Yu Huo was really annoyed. He looked expressionlessly into the other person's blue eyes that were filled with expectation: "Don't waste your energy. You might as well like another man."
Simpson felt really wronged after hearing this. He defended himself with a hoarse voice unwillingly: "This is the first time I like a man! I have never liked a man before you."
Yu Huo remained unmoved. He patted the man on the shoulder and said earnestly, "It's okay. If there's one, there's another. Homosexuality is not shameful."
Simpson: "..."
——Hahaha...Brother Lang is really stubborn!
——Oh no, Brother Lang, you rejected two men in one copy...
——Pervert: This is strength! (dog head.jpg)
——Xiang Ganfei: Who else! (grin.jpg)
——Waiter: Hey, why flirt if you don’t want to marry her~
Li Xiaoqin: Hey? Are you still discussing this topic upstairs?
——I also want to join Giegie’s “If You Don’t Marry Me, Why Do You Flirt” fan club woooooo…
——Li Xiaoqin: Didn’t you go look for him?
——I’m lost... There are so many wells in this house!
——Li Xiaoqin: 6!
Simpson walked out of the West Garden in disappointment. When he looked up, he saw a man leaning against the wall. He had a slender figure and behind him was a warm orange horizon.
The cold wind blew, blowing up his pure white robe. Against the backdrop of the setting sun, he looked like a white dove flapping its wings, ready to fly.
Simpson looked startled for a moment, then hurriedly asked, "Musician, why are you here?"
Yu Huo, who was walking slowly behind him, felt his heart skip a beat when he heard the name and walked out quickly.
The man leaning against the courtyard wall came over following the sound and caught a glimpse of the worry and fear hidden in the young man's eyes, and he became furious.
He squinted at Simpson and said slowly, "I estimate him to be 185cm tall, and weigh about... 75kg?"
Simpson was a little confused by what he was saying. He blinked and tentatively corrected the other person: "That luthier... I weigh 76 kilograms."
So stupid!
Yu Huo rolled his eyes in disgust from behind.
The next second, Yuan sneered and held out his hand: "Skinning and air-drying... should take a long time, right?"
The moment the man's arm reached out, Simpson's face turned pale.
The man noticed his abnormality, and the malice in his eyes became more and more obvious, as if he was muttering to himself, or as if he was deliberately speaking to him.
"Oh, right, we need to bleed him first..." The man said, looking him up and down: "Where should I cut?"
This doesn't seem like a joke at all...the other party really wants to skin him alive!
Simpson wanted to run, but he couldn't move at all, as if he was nailed to the ground and couldn't lift his feet.
This feeling of helplessness made him more and more panicked, and his pupils began to shake as if they had experienced a violent tsunami.
Just as the other person's cold fingers were about to touch his wrist bone, the young man behind him suddenly stepped forward and used his body to block the other person's touch.
Yuan missed the opportunity, his eyes fixed on the young man's hand hanging at his side. His dark eyes were dim and unclear, but his voice was cold: "What are you doing?"
"Give me some face?" The young man pursed his lips and forced a particularly charming smile: "My partner."
The word 'my' was said softly, but it pleased him inexplicably.
Yuan narrowed his eyes and snapped his fingers as if possessed by a ghost.
As the voice faded, Simpson's body suddenly swayed unsteadily.
The moment he realized he could move, he looked at the young man beside him.
The other party raised his chin towards him, his expression still calm: "You go first, I have something to discuss with him."
Simpson frowned. The other party did not treat him coldly because of his confession, nor did he get upset because of his confession. Everything seemed to have returned to normal, as if just now... he had not revealed his feelings to the other party.
This realization is truly disheartening.
"Why don't you get out of here? Do you want to die?"
Simpson came to his senses when he heard a gnashing voice urging him. He took one last look at the young man who stopped talking and left Xiyuan in shame.
Yu Huo didn't move until the sound of footsteps disappeared.
This behavior is like that of a scumbag who doesn't recognize people once he puts on his pants.
Yuan was very unhappy.
He subconsciously grabbed the young man's wrist and asked in a deep voice, "Where are you going?"
Yu Huo shrugged: "Go back to work, the '囍' character hasn't been finished yet."
Upon hearing this, Yuan subconsciously glanced in the direction Simpson had left, and snorted coldly, "You're not allowed to go."
"ah?"
Yuan looked at the young man, whose eyes were filled with surprise, and said with a sigh, "Can't you see that I didn't bring my zither? Why don't you go to the main hall and get my zither!"
Yu Huo: "...?"
Qin again?
You! Don’t you! Have no other reason?!
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