Chapter 564
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Shen Ying faltered. It was rare for him to be so disobedient. She asked subconsciously, "Why?"
His eyes darkened. He opened his mouth to explain, but shook his head after a while. "No reason? I just … just want to look at Master. "
What reason was that? The corner of Shen Ying's mouth twitched. She rolled her eyes and looked up at the person above. She said seriously, "Chef, you look scary standing there. I can't sleep. Why don't you go somewhere else?"
Yi Qing faltered. A trace of guilt flashed across his eyes. "Then where should I stand?"
"Come down first. I'll tell you." There was no reason not to eat a midnight snack that was delivered to his doorstep.
He hesitated for a moment. After a while, he nodded obediently. "Alright." Then he jumped down from the beam.
"Come here first." Shen Ying waved at him. "Here, here. Yes, come a little closer!"
He walked all the way to the bedside. A trace of doubt flashed across his eyes. "Master, isn't this more …"
Before he finished speaking, Shen Ying suddenly reached out and pulled him. Yi Qing felt his body lower. With a flip, he was pressed down on the bed. The next moment, he felt warmth on his lips. A piece of softness covered him, bringing with it an aura that made him yearn for it to the bone. His eyes widened. He felt an explosion in his mind. Instantly, it went blank.
Just as he felt a chill on his chest and heard a faint tearing sound, he found his voice. "Mas … Master …"
"Shut up!" Shen Ying kissed him again, directly blocking his mouth. She tore his clothes even faster. No matter what, she had to eat meat today.
Yi Qing felt even more confused. It was as if he was in an illusion. But it was the most beautiful illusion. He was immersed in it and did not want to wake up. His raised hand paused for a moment. Then he unconsciously wrapped it around the person in front of him.
The slightly cool night suddenly began to heat up. The room was filled with charm.
Shen Ying felt that Chef was good at everything. He just talked too much nonsense. Throughout the night, apart from not being able to react at the beginning, he began to control the rhythm without a teacher. He was indeed a top student. He could draw inferences from one instance. He did not stop the whole night. His mouth did not stop either. As if he was confirming something, he repeatedly called her name and asked all kinds of questions.
"Master … Master, Master …"
"Yes."
"Master … Do you like it?"
"Yes."
"Master, can you say that you like me? Just one sentence. "
"You like me."
"… It's not like that. Master likes me!"
"It's Master who likes me."
"…"
A while later.
"I love Master … I like him very much. I only like Master, only Master! So … you only like me, okay? "
"… Okay."
"Say it again."
"Alright."
"Master …"
"Shut up! Focus. "
"…"
— —
When Lonemoon woke up, he found that Chef was already in the kitchen. Not only that, but the table was also filled with steaming hot breakfast. It was as if he had woken up early in the morning to work.
He tentatively picked up a bun and took a small bite.
Huh? It's not sour anymore! It was soft, sweet, fragrant, and delicious. It seemed to be more delicious than before. Had Chef thought it through? Or had he gone crazy from the stimulation?
He stretched his head out to look at the kitchen suspiciously, only to find that Chef was putting the plates of cooked vegetables into the storage bag, and the stove was filled with layers of already cooked vegetables, each one of them carefully preserved with an array.
"Chef, you …" He couldn't help but ask.
"Isn't Master going out?" Chef turned back to look at him before replying. "We have never been to that place before. Prepare some food in advance in case we can't find anything." He answered matter-of-factly.
Lonemoon's expression became more complicated. Was he crazy? That must be it. Yesterday, he had a disappointed look on his face, and today, he suddenly recovered?
As a good parent, Lonemoon felt that he had to care about his children's mental health. "I say, Chef …"
He was about to ask when the sound of the door opening came from not far away. Yi Qing paused. He raised his hand and put away all the dishes. He turned and walked out, walking quickly towards the direction of the door.
Shen Ying rubbed her eyes and walked out of the house. She still looked lazy. In fact, she seemed to be even lazier than before. Her footsteps were light as if she was walking on clouds. She looked like she did not sleep for the whole night.
"Master." Chef went up to her.
"Mm." Shen Ying looked up. Then, she simply fell into the arms of the person in front of her. She leaned on Chef like mud. She rubbed her eyes and yawned.
Chef was stunned for a moment. Out of habit, he helped the person who was about to fall to the ground. He held her carefully. In an instant, there seemed to be something soft pouring out of his eyes, wrapping tightly around the person in front of him.
"Master, breakfast is ready. Go wash up first."
"Mm."
Shen Ying answered. She still lazily did not move. Chef did not move either. The two just leaned against the front of the house quietly.
Lonemoon: "…"
Lonemoon looked at the two of them suspiciously. Was it an illusion? Although he had seen this scene many times before, he felt that something was wrong with the two of them today. It was as if there was a special aura around them. He thought for a long time but could not figure it out.
"Hey, the two of you!" He could not help but speak. "Don't delay. Didn't you say that you were going to Void Land this morning? It's almost noon. "
Shen Ying glanced at him. Then, she straightened and turned to wash up. Chef, on the other hand, looked over with some resentment.
"Why are you looking at me?" Lonemoon was confused. Did he say something wrong?
Chef did not answer. He just turned and chased after Shen Ying. He went to get water and a towel.
Something was wrong!
He turned and sat back at the table. He had just eaten two buns when the two of them came back. He hurriedly increased his speed and stuffed another two buns into his mouth. Once at the table, Shen Ying immediately came back to life. She started to fight with him for food energetically. Lonemoon could have won. But Chef actually joined the battle. He snatched a few of his soup dumplings and gave them to Shen Ying.
Although this happened often in the past, Lonemoon did not know why. He felt that something was different this time. Perhaps the way he looked at Shen Ying was too soft. It was as if water would drip out if he was not careful. His eyes were so focused as if nothing else existed.
That strange feeling appeared again. Lonemoon felt goosebumps all over his body for no reason. Just as they were about to finish eating, Chef subconsciously raised his hand to wipe the corner of Shen Ying's mouth. The two of them were so close that they seemed to be one. There seemed to be a sweet feeling around them. Only then did he realize what this aura was.
Damn it. F * ck your dog food! Fall!
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