Chapter *** The Boy of That Time (Sixty-Three)
"Does your throat hurt?" Lu Lingjun held Gu Yanjing's hand, looking at the boy's lips and face, which were red from the spiciness.
That's exactly how someone looks when they're moved by love.
"It's alright." Gu Yanjing took a sip of water with the bead in his mouth, and he had recovered. There was still a fine sweat on his forehead. When he turned his head, he saw Lu Lingjun's eyes.
Damn.
What kind of look is that?
"If you look at me like that again, I'll gouge your eyes out." Gu Yan spat out the eyeballs, held them in his palm, and glared fiercely at Lu Lingjun.
That fierce look in his eyes made Lu Lingjun's heart itch.
"Okay, I won't watch anymore. I'll watch it again tonight."
Lu Lingjun smiled, affectionately took the bead from Gu Yanjing's palm and put it away, then casually scratched Gu Yanjing's palm.
Gu Yanjing couldn't help but tremble slightly, angrily shook his hand, and got up to sit next to Nan Wan'er.
Damn.
Stay away from scoundrels.
Nan Wan'er's lips twitched, and she muttered under her breath, "Your Majesty, I really feel that you are quite different from before."
She's so lively now.
"It's probably because I added a heart." Gu Yanjing ate her ice cream cone, looking very well-behaved.
"Hmm? Heart tonic?" Nan Wan'er didn't know much about the past grievances between Gu Yanjing and Lu Lingjun, and her face was full of curiosity.
Can the little heart be replaced?
“Yes, it’s good for the heart.” Gu Yan nodded in surprise.
"What about the original heart?" Nan Wan'er hesitated for a moment, then couldn't help but turn off the microphone.
I also turned it off for Gu Yanjing.
The camera in the live stream was on this side the whole time, but suddenly there was no sound. The netizens were a little anxious and were looking for the production team.
However, the production team didn't dare to go over and remind the two of their presence.
"It's gone." If it was, how can we replace it?
My heart.
How could Gu Yanjing speak of something so important so casually?
"Why is it gone?" Nan Wan'er suddenly felt that the ice cream cone in her hand didn't smell as sweet as Gu Yanjing's melon.
"It was eaten by a Gu worm." Gu Yanjing finished the ice cream cone in three bites, but still felt unsatisfied, so he grabbed another one.
Lu Lingjun leaned over to remind him not to eat too much, as it would make him feel unwell.
"Then how do you live without a heart?" Nan Wan'er stared wide-eyed at Gu Yanjing, feeling that these immortals were truly amazing.
"You know that knowing too much can easily get you killed, you know?" Gu Yanjing, who was holding an ice cream cone, suddenly changed his expression and smiled like a male second lead in a novel, with a very evil air about him.
How do they survive?
Of course, he was living on half of Lu Lingjun's heart, clinging to life.
Nan Wan'er instantly realized that Gu Yanjing was unhappy again, so she should shut up.
Gu Yanjing sat alone for a while, unable to think straight, then stood up and kicked Lu Lingjun hard.
There was still no sound from the microphone. Netizens were just enjoying the sweet moments and didn't understand why Gu Yanjing suddenly went crazy.
It took the director a long time to come over and tremblingly ask Gu Yanjing if he could turn on the microphone.
Gu Yanjing laughed and responded, turned on his microphone, and acted as if nothing had happened. Lu Lingjun also acted as if nothing had occurred.
After finally finishing recording the show that evening, Gu Yanjing took off his microphone and said he wanted to go get a late-night snack, and Lu Lingjun naturally followed.
In the end, the entire production crew went, everyone drank some alcohol, and they didn't return to the hotel until very late.
In the middle of the night, Lu Lingjun held Gu Yanjing in his arms and asked him in a hoarse voice, "Does Jiaojiao still hate me? Does she? Hmm?"
Even though it was Gu Yanjing who was being bullied so badly, this person acted as if he had suffered a great injustice, which made Gu Yanjing cry uncontrollably.
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