[Time point: After Long Sa forcibly "selected" someone and was rescued from the gray area]
One night, Ye Feng practiced until midnight and returned home, and saw someone at the door again.
Ye Feng didn't even bother to say anything this time, he just looked at Long Sa.
That expression said, I wonder what excuse you can come up with today.
Long Sa raised his hand, and a well-sealed food box appeared in his hand.
"I brought grilled steaks, specially grilled by a top chef."
Ye Feng said: "I have decided to give up meat from now on."
He found that he couldn't eat those strange beasts anymore.
Long Sa smiled and said, "I forgot to mention that this is simulated synthetic meat. It tastes the same, but it's not real meat. It's very fragrant. Do you want to try it?"
He opened the lunch box a crack, and a rich aroma wafted out: "It's hot..."
Ye Feng swallowed subconsciously and laughed. This guy actually tried this!
But his rumbling stomach still made him lose control: "Okay, come in."
When Ye Feng came out after changing his clothes and saw Long Sa, he couldn't help but exclaimed, "Did you cut your hair?"
A layer of gold was sticking to his scalp, and he had the same military-style short haircut as him.
I didn't notice it before because I was wearing a hat.
"Yeah, it's cool and easy to take care of." Long Sa walked towards the bedroom with his home clothes and passed Ye Feng.
Ye Feng smiled and said, "Is it still the same reason?"
It's exactly the same as before.
Long Sa stopped and thought about it, then turned around and walked back, looking at Ye Feng seriously and said, "Actually, it's not, and it wasn't before."
There was some affection in his eyes: "As for the reason, you should be able to guess."
Ye Feng couldn't stand the look anymore and urged, "Alright, hurry up and change your clothes. We're waiting for food."
Long Sa smiled and turned away.
After changing clothes, Long Sa came out and found that Ye Feng had set up the small dining table on the balcony.
The food in the lunch box had been arranged and was steaming. The man turned around and waved to him.
“The air here is good and the night view is nice too.”
He walked over and sat down with a smile, and a bottle of Tsingtao beer was stuffed into his hand.
Ye Feng picked up his drink, clinked it with his, and took a sip: "Come on, let's eat!"
He picked up the steak, took a big bite, and chewed it with relish, letting out an inarticulate sigh: "This is such a delicious bite when you're starving."
Long Sa looked at the man enjoying himself with a smile and said, "It seems that old saying has some truth to it."
"Which one?"
“If you want to capture a man’s heart, you must first capture his stomach.”
Ye Feng laughed: "It seems that your experience points have increased a lot."
Long Sa smiled faintly without saying a word, while Ye Feng ate with relish.
Ye Feng looked up at the man's hairstyle and couldn't help asking, "It doesn't seem appropriate for someone of your status to have a short haircut, does it?"
The royal dress looks out of place when paired with short clothes.
"It's okay, I can comb anything I want."
Long Sa had a smile on his face, his posture was relaxed and he looked like the only one who mattered.
Ye Fengle: "Alright, I'm convinced by your arrogance!"
Long Sa also laughed.
"Just kidding. When I make public appearances, I always connect to a lifelike robot. This look is only for my own people."
Ye Feng nodded, he was indeed worrying too much.
Who is this person? He is known as the Robot Prince. Connecting with robots is the norm.
He suddenly noticed something: "Your robots all seem to have dark hair, too?"
I've seen a few of them, without exception.
He remembered that when the two of them were choosing a simulated robot, this person had only made one requirement: dark hair.
Long Sa said: "I don't like this hair color."
Ye Feng was surprised: "Isn't gold good?"
"It's unimpressive, too eye-catching, and my hair is limp. And—"
Long Sa thought about it and said, "This color is inherited from my father's side, and Long Ning's hair is also this color.
"Anyway, I can't really say why, but I've never liked it since I was a kid, and I just can't seem to like it no matter what."
Long Sa felt that this was the most annoying part of his body.
Ye Feng looked at him and suddenly smiled, "Unfortunately, we have opposite opinions. I think this gold color is very attractive."
Long Sa was a little surprised: "Really?"
Ye Feng raised the bottle and touched Long Sa's lightly, then tilted his head back and took a sip, saying, "Yes.
"You know, my favorite fairy tale is actually called The Little Prince, and the little prince in it has golden hair."
He leaned back in his chair, looked at the starry sky, and suddenly felt the urge to tell a story.
"Then what?"
Long Sa also took a sip of wine, leaned over slightly, and acted as if he was listening attentively.
The two of them had a tacit understanding about this matter that didn't require any further explanation.
One wants to speak, the other wants to listen. Someone sets up the stage, and someone else moves the stools.
"This little prince raised a rose, tamed a little fox, traveled to many planets, and met many interesting people and things..."
Long Sa listened quietly to Ye Feng telling the story of the Little Prince.
The low and soft voice rises and falls gracefully in the silent space, carrying a calm power that heals people's hearts.
He felt that Ye Feng understood the hidden pain that he had downplayed.
When he was a child, he could actually keenly sense the three people's rejection and dislike of him.
He increasingly didn't want to be a family with them, and even hated the fact that they had the same blood flowing in their veins.
So much so that later on, whenever he saw the two golden heads close together from afar, he would feel an instinctive disgust.
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