Gingerbread had mixed feelings.
Although she had never met Yun Wuyi, she learned that the other party came from the same world as her.
A feeling of closeness unconsciously arises in my heart.
She couldn't help but think.
Perhaps Senior Yun Wuyi didn't die, but returned to the modern world, was discharged from the hospital in good health, and lived with her parents.
After dinner, I watch TV and play on my phone.
Life was peaceful and comfortable.
Gingerbread has no family there, and due to her personality, she has few close friends.
Life over there can be lonely at times.
But she would occasionally think of the small house she had worked so hard to save up to buy, the figurines and merchandise she had collected, and the pomegranate tree she had planted before she left, wondering if it had blossomed and borne fruit.
"Little Biscuit, start baking, come quick!"
Old Huang called her.
Gingerbread composed herself and ran out with a smile.
Fen Jue, who was grilling meat with his head down, looked up at her and noticed that her curled eyelashes were a little damp.
He pursed his lips and quickened his pace of grilling the meat.
Soon the aroma of mutton filled the air.
Gingerbread actually prefers beef; she likes the firm texture. She also likes instant noodles that are firm, fruit that is firm, and barbecued meat with tendons and brisket.
The three people sat together.
Nightfall replaced the rosy clouds.
Old Huang lit all the glass lamps in the courtyard.
The entire courtyard was bathed in warm light.
Fenjue sprinkled a mosquito-repellent powder around the area, and no flying insects dared to come near.
Old Huang filled the cup, raised it, and said, "I, Huang Li, was able to come back from the dead and avenge my master. I have to thank Xiaobing and the Ancestor. If I hadn't met you, I'm afraid I would have never been able to avenge my master and would have died with regrets."
"You're too kind, hehe, you've even helped me make a lot of money!" Gingerbread said with a grin.
Looking back on those days.
Old Huang diligently wrote his novel under the lamp.
Gingerbread's second earnings came entirely from Old Huang.
"Hey, that's true. I needed your help back then, and even though I had no inspiration, I forced myself to write it!" Old Huang said with a smile.
The three of them were still holding their wine glasses, looking rather foolish.
Fen Jue tilted his head, "Not touching?"
I put him down without touching him, and my arm got sore from holding him up.
"Cheers!" Gingerbread took the initiative to clink glasses, then downed his drink in one gulp.
Smack his lips.
It tastes so good.
It's similar to fruit wine, but the alcohol content isn't very strong.
Huang Lao and Fen Jue did not drink this wine. They thought it had a low alcohol content and that drinking it was like drinking fruit juice.
The two of them talked about everything under the sun.
It was mostly Mr. Huang who was talking.
A brief, indirect response.
Gingerbread eats meat and drinks alcohol with gusto.
He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye and saw her lick her lips contentedly, her eyes narrowed as she savored the aroma of the wine.
After performing this set of movements, Fen Jue raised the corners of his mouth.
He thought to himself: He's become a little drunkard.
Old Huang had a wide range of interests, and Fen Jue knew even more than him, so the two of them naturally had a lot to talk about. Gradually, the crescent moon hung high in the clouds.
Judging by the time, it's getting late.
"Senior, I'm... a little drunk..."
"We'll talk later..."
Old Huang staggered to the door, but before he could go inside, he collapsed to the ground and fell asleep.
Burn to ashes: ......
He glanced sideways at Gingerbread beside him, his eyes barely open, and lay down as well.
He's quite clever when he's lying down.
With her eyes closed, she groped around until she found his thigh, and only then did she hear soft snoring as she rested her head on it.
Fen Jue sighed resignedly and remained motionless, letting her lie there.
Suddenly I realized.
Before I knew gingerbread.
Throughout his long life, he never exhibited the weak emotions of resignation or compromise.
That's just how it is with her.
Fen Jue, cold-hearted and indifferent, only knew how to practice swordsmanship. He had never eaten pork but had seen pigs run, so naturally he knew why he was like this.
I looked down at Gingerbread, who was pouting and talking in his sleep.
He sighed helplessly, "I'm afraid it will be difficult for the little liar to figure it out."
"Abs...hehe..."
"Give me back my TikTok account..."
Perhaps because she had drunk a lot, gingerbread's lips were stained with water, making her pink lips glisten.
Fen Jue glanced over, then lowered his head to listen to what this guy was talking about in his sleep.
"I don't want the kappa, give me back my handsome guy!"
Unexpectedly, Gingerbread suddenly moved excitedly, and Fenjue felt a soft touch on his earlobe.
"!!!"
He immediately straightened his back, his whole body stiffening.
My heart felt like it was going to jump out of my chest.
After waiting for a while with no response, she dared to look down at Gingerbread. She saw the other's red lips move, "Delicious, love it..."
They burned him to death, their teeth clenched in fury.
Okay, they must have mistaken him for a pig's trotter.
Actually, no. Gingerbread just dreamt that all one hundred handsome guys in her favorites collection turned into kappa, which almost scared her to death. Later, she found out it was a false alarm, and the muscular guys were all there. She was now lecherously pampering them one by one.
Look at those pectoral muscles, touch those abs.
Finally, there was a man who looked exceptionally handsome.
Her long hair was loose and flowing, and her thin lips were beautiful and sexy.
She couldn't resist taking a bite.
After finishing the food, he realized it was burnt to death and was immediately terrified. He then pretended to be dead and fell into a deep sleep.
Meanwhile, on this side...
Gingerbread did indeed fall asleep.
...
After thinking it over, Fenjue couldn't help but feel sad when she recalled the loneliness in her eyes.
He leaned closer to Gingerbread and whispered in her ear in a coaxing tone, "Who are you?"
She sniffed, but didn't react.
Fenjue patiently asked a second and third time.
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