Chapter 18 "Come, kill me?"

The indoor light is warm, yellow and dim.

Shen Jixing leaned against the semi-open kitchen, holding a small silver spoon with his long cold white fingers, stirring the milk in the pot slowly and methodically.

The cell phone rang softly and he glanced aside.

“…”

nerve.

Which of his words sound like he's acting coquettishly?

Shen Jixing continued to stir the milk as if nothing had happened. After a moment, he frowned with his ears slightly red and looked again.

The tone was cold and clear, "You are sick. Who is being coquettish..."

When Zhou Yili stepped into the entrance of the apartment, he paused slightly.

This is his home, not a kindergarten.

Where the hell does it smell so much like milk?

When he walked around the living room and saw the top actor drinking hot milk with a spoon in the restaurant, he knew what was going on.

"You haven't weaned?"

Zhou Yili was slightly tipsy and confused. He leaned lazily against the door frame and smiled at him.

Shen Jixing raised his eyes calmly and lightly pressed his lips with the silver spoon.

"Do you want to die?"

The aloof and majestic majesty of the top class does not tolerate provocation, let alone such a coquettish teasing.

Shen Jixing raised her eyes to look at him coldly, her dark eyelashes were as clear as an ink painting, and stunningly beautiful even under the warm light.

Zhou Yili stared at him for a few seconds.

She walked towards him with her long legs spread out, her black silk shirt flowing in the light, exuding lazy and sexy hormones. He sneered softly, "Come on, kill me?"

“…”

Shen Jixing looked at him quietly.

The room was filled with the aroma of milk and a hint of alcohol. He asked, "Have you been drinking?"

Zhou Yili stood in front of him, "Yeah."

Shen Jixing withdrew his gaze and continued to eat quietly.

He poured the warm milk into his pale lips and said calmly, "Can we still talk tonight?"

"Why not?"

Zhou Yili casually pulled out a chair and sat down. He looked no different than usual, except for the lazy look he gave him as he leaned back.

Straight and clear.

The drunk Zhou Yili seemed even more aggressive and straightforward, looking at him with a disdainful and lingering gaze.

Shen Jixing withdrew his gaze and calmly took a sip of hot milk.

"I can move out."

Zhou Yili looked at him coldly, without any emotion and without saying a word.

Shen Jixing put down the silver spoon and said, "This is the worst outcome I could have imagined for both parties."

"Can you be more narcissistic?"

A magnetic and slightly cold voice sounded, and Zhou Yili sneered and said: "Whether you live here or not, the result is not a big deal to me, understand?"

The air is subtle and still.

Shen Jixing hummed calmly.

"clear."

Zhou Yili felt inexplicably restless, as if he was back in the suffocating feeling in the bar.

The scar behind the ear bone stung with a dull pain.

He raised his hand and loosened his tie impatiently, then lowered his eyes and said nothing.

"But I will compensate you." Shen Jixing's voice as calm as water rang out, "If you agree to let me stay."

Zhou Yili raised his head and asked, "What compensation?"

Shen Jixing asked back, "What do you want?"

As long as it is within his ability, it's fine.

Shen Jixing is not a timid person. On the contrary, he is more straightforward than anyone else.

Since I have violated Zhou Yili... let's just call it that. I must compensate him seriously.

After all, she ran to his room in the middle of the night and forced him to hold her in his arms while sleeping.

How is it different from sexual harassment?

Shen Jixing slightly turned away her eyes, a little blush floating at the corners of her eyes, "If you can't think of it, you can owe it to me first. I will keep my promise and will not break my promise."

"Didn't you forget everything?"

Zhou Yili lowered his long fingers slightly, rubbed his fingertips twice, raised his eyes and asked, "Are you sure now?"

He never doubted Shen Jixing's promise.

After all, Shen Jixing never makes promises to anyone.

Even when he was most passionate at the time, he was mean and malicious, trying to coax a lifetime promise out of Shen Jixing.

He just turned away and covered his eyes.

He sighed in a hoarse, feeble voice.

"It's too long. Let's talk about it later."

Life is too long, and he never makes promises lightly.

Zhou Yili's forehead was wet. He blinked his wet eyes and deliberately flicked his palm with his long eyelashes, "Hmm? Where is it growing..."

"Zhou Yili!"

The boy's unbridled laughter was joyful and hearty, melting into the summer night breeze.

Shen Jixing met his gaze, not knowing what he was thinking, but the drunk Zhou Yili seemed quietly seductive.

He said, “Probably.”

The reason for uncertainty is that he never takes the initiative to look for someone.

The reason for this is that Young Master Zhou is indeed quite good-looking...so it does seem possible.

Whenever Shen Jixing mentioned this matter, he would touch his forehead slightly with some distress.

"That's it."

This can be considered a reasonable explanation, and the matter ends here.

He just stood up and was about to leave when a long leg appeared in front of him.

"Sit there." Zhou Yili said, "Who asked you to leave?"

“…”

"Is there anything else you want to talk about?" Shen Jixing asked coldly, obviously he was a little sleepy.

I don’t know why, but I didn’t like to take long rest before, and my life was mostly occupied by busy work.

But ever since he moved to Zhou Yili's place, he has been in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness.

The blanket seemed to have magical powers.

"Is it over just drawing a cake?" Zhou Yili knocked on his knee and said, "Let's continue talking about my compensation."

Shen Jixing: “…” So why didn’t he say anything for a long time just now? What was he thinking about?

yellow waste.

Zhou Yili's expression was still grim, without any sign of difference.

"What do you want?" Shen Jixing had no choice but to sit back in his original seat and picked up a grape to eat.

Zhou Yili said bluntly, "Money."

“…”

The grapes cracked in my mouth, and the sour taste spread throughout my mouth.

Shen Jixing frowned slightly and lowered his eyes to look for something.

Zhou Yili's hands consciously raised up, wanting to reach that pretty chin, but then he came to his senses and retracted them with a cold face, and kicked the trash can lightly over with his long legs.

Shen Jixing spat out the sour grapes.

He didn't notice Zhou Yili's little move, and only frowned and asked: "Are you short of money?"

The words felt redundant as soon as they came out of his mouth. Zhou Yi was not lacking in courtesy but was afraid that he would say so.

“No.”

Zhou Yili looked up at him lazily, his blue hair curling up in an arc. He curled his lips and smiled lazily, "But aren't you short of it?"

“…”

It was the inspiration that Liufangbaishi gave him.

Shen Jixing has no money now.

Then he wants money.

What kind of timely help is this? Zhou Yili only wanted to add insult to injury to Shen Jixing.

Shen Jixing was silent for two seconds. His frosty profile showed no emotion, only breathtaking beauty.

"How much do you want?" he asked.

Zhou Yili finally curled his lips and smiled happily. His loosened collar swayed slightly, and his lazy head tilted like a little lion who finally succeeded in doing evil.

"Of course you give me as much as you have."

“…”

Listen, is this human language?

Shen Jixing finally breathed a sigh of relief. He knew the exact numbers without even looking at the accounts.

"Three million and twenty thousand."

Zhou Yili was obviously not satisfied. "That's all?"

"..." Shen Jixing's always calm expression changed. He was wearing a snow-white casual shirt softly, and his cold eyebrows and eyes were as cold and arrogant as ever.

Zhou Yili saw that he was a little angry and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Looks like he's really angry...?

The night fell into his eyes like a tide, Shen Jixing looked at him, his black eyes were as cold and beautiful as broken glass.

He said coldly, "This is all I have."

What Zhou Yili was unwilling to throw away was all his current belongings.

Zhou Yili raised his eyebrows slightly, and the corners of his lips seemed to want to rise, but he suppressed it.

He said proudly, "Okay, then three million, and the remaining twenty thousand is your pocket money?"

Shen Jixing: "..."

He glared at Zhou Yili coldly, then turned around and went upstairs.

The living room returned to its original silence, with the scent of warm milk floating in the air, and Zhou Yili's dizzy mind emptied slightly.

Then he raised his hand to cover his eyes, tilted his head back and gently rubbed his Adam's apple.

He couldn't help but let out a muffled laugh, "Fuck, glaring at me is pretty cute."