Gu Yan smiled meaningfully and tapped Shen Jing's forehead with his finger.
His voice was cold, but his words made Shen Jing want to punch him: "AIR Base may lack Shen Jing, but it doesn't lack fans."
Shen Jing felt like exploding when she heard the name of his base, and she knew what Gu Yan meant.
Just like in his previous life, he's stuck in the AIR base. And what's more, this guy's become narcissistic.
Want to recruit her as your henchman? No way!
"No need to even think about it," Shen Jing said bluntly.
But she was also curious: "Is the base still there?"
As she spoke, she walked over and sat down on the fabric sofa.
It's not that Shen Jing is trying to act like a big shot; it's just that her cooking skills are truly hellish.
It would be better to take over the cleanup and cleanup work later.
"It's here if you need it." Gu Yan reached out and patted her head, hugged half of her body, and closed his eyes.
"Get out." Shen Jing pushed him.
"It's so cold," he said.
Gu Yan felt the world suddenly become quiet.
The body that had been supporting the snow-capped mountains and the ice that had been frozen was no longer tense and uncomfortable, and gradually became relaxed and languid.
Because the condition agreed to by the main god was to use one's own energy to maintain the existence of this small world.
His body will also experience damp cold, scorching heat, and even the brink of death as the world suffers its own calamities.
The cold was something Gu Yan's body had been feeling constantly ever since the snowstorm began.
Unlike other humans, his coldness emanated from his very bones.
Shen Jing placed her hand on his forehead. "Have you caught a cold?"
Even big shots catch colds? Impossible.
Gu Yan, savoring the tranquility of the moment, buried his head in her neck and took a deep breath. "It's the world that's caught a cold."
“Ugh, it’s so sour,” Shen Jing said, pointing at what he said.
"..."
Shen Jing heard him hum, his breath tickling the back of her ear.
She pushed him again, feeling awkward.
But Gu Yan really missed her soft, warm body.
At that moment, it suddenly occurred to him.
Fortunately, he agreed to the conditions proposed by the God without hesitation!
He doesn't care about any of the humans in this world.
Gu Yan only cared that Shen Jing had finally returned to this world and to his side!
“One person, one time. It’s fair,” he murmured.
His voice was very soft, and Shen Jing couldn't hear him at all.
She touched her neck, then kicked him away. "What are you muttering about?"
Gu Yan lay down on the other end of the sofa, propping his forehead up with his hand. "Isn't it right to pay for debts with one's life?"
Shen Jing gave a perfunctory "hmm," not really wanting to discuss this topic with him. "Sure, sure."
"Okay, you said it."
"Huh?" Shen Jing belatedly turned around to look at Gu Yan.
But Gu Yan had already closed his eyes again, a satisfied smile lingering on his lips.
Shen Jing was even more confused. Why did this big shot suddenly become so happy again?
One moment they're half-dead, the next they're all blooming with spring flowers.
Shen Jing really couldn't understand him.
The delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen kept Shen Jing from asking Gu Yan any further questions.
In the dead of winter, the aroma of hot and sour fish hot pot is simply too tempting!
Chaos reigned everywhere during this time, and humanity went mad.
Whether it's day or night, the residents of the community face several groups of people coming to their door crying and begging for food, or living in constant fear of having their doors pried open.
Trapped in the vast, icy wilderness, when the city becomes an isolated island, humanity feels a profound sense of loneliness.
With the water, electricity, and gas cut off, Shen Jing lit a candle.
A small spark of fire dispelled some of the melancholy and brought a touch of warmth.
Sister Chen's eyes reddened, and she quickly lowered her head to hide it. She placed the chopped chili fish head in the center of the dining table.
Next came the stewed fish, noodles with scallion oil, and a small dish of pickled shallots.
After putting the plate down, she said somewhat embarrassedly, "I made it before and stored it away, but I was afraid you wouldn't like it, so I packed it separately."
Shen Jing missed this side dish terribly; she had forgotten to ask Sister Chen to make it before.
After helping Sister Chen set out the rice bowls, she picked up a piece herself and exclaimed, "Mmm, this goes so well with rice!"
"Oh, oh, I'm glad you like it!" Sister Chen finally relaxed. "Mr. Gu, please... don't take offense, we..."
Seeing that Gu Yan didn't touch his chopsticks, Sister Chen wondered if he wasn't used to the food, but they didn't have anything better to offer.
But the fish we have now were brought by Shen Jing.
Shen Jing didn't try to persuade him. Gu Yan was like a child when it came to food, refusing to eat this or that.
If he wants to drink the nutritional supplements, let him drink them; no one should indulge him.
"Sister Chen, don't worry about him."
"This..." Sister Chen saw that Gu Yan finally picked up his chopsticks after hearing Shen Jing's words, so she had no choice but to shut her mouth.
Watching the two of them interact was quite amusing, and Sister Chen couldn't help but chuckle softly.
On this winter night, the cold wind could seep into the house through the cracks, and when it blew on your body, you would shiver.
But after eating a fish hot pot and a bite of spicy fish head, Shen Jing felt warm all over.
Gu Yan looked at her with her short, curly hair, eating like a cute little cat, and paused in his hand as he picked up his chopsticks.
Shen Jing looked at him too, and saw that he was about to die of anxiety. This person's mysophobia was probably incurable.
She pushed her bowl towards the others, saying, "Eat."
Gu Yan glanced at Shen Jing, his smile reaching his eyes, and readily picked up a piece of fish from the bowl.
How long has it been since he last ate warm food?
So long ago that Gu Yan himself couldn't remember, he just thought that the ordinary bowl of fish in front of him was actually not bad?
"Hmm, quite smooth and tender." Gu Yan's dining manners were completely natural, even though he was a conflicted germaphobe.
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