Chapter 171: The Black Moonlight of the Sick and Delicate Young Lord 30

It's no wonder that Huo'er is excited, you must know that the big boss in this world has little time, but there is still more than half of the blackening value left, and it lives in fear every day.

Shi Huan's face was numb: "You are the devil, can I still die if I laugh until tomorrow morning?" I'm going to die laughing. ”

Huo'er: Actually, if the blackening value drops to zero, it doesn't hurt if you die, just in time to go to the next world.

But when this is said, it must be the one who dies first.

You can't say it, you have to keep silent.

When it was so disturbed, Shi Huan couldn't laugh anymore, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Aunt Ah Chun's cooking skills are very good, and every dish is full of color, flavor and appetite.

She took a bite of the ribs, raised her face, and didn't see Ji Ye sit down after eating.

Raise your face and ask, "Aren't you hungry?" Why not have dinner? ”

Although well disguised, she could still feel his rejection of the food.

This is a symptom of anorexia.

Ji Ye tilted his head, like a wayward child, and said slowly:

"I don't want to eat it."

He didn't answer Shi Huan's question directly, his face was stubborn, and it was clearly written on both faces:

If you don't eat, don't push me.

Shi Huan put down his chopsticks, shook his right hand, and frowned slightly:

"If you don't eat, you won't eat, but my hands are still sore, can you come and give me vegetables?"

Ji Ye struggled a little, as soon as it got dark, he was disgusted by the taste of food, and he was used to it for many years, so that he instinctively repelled it.

However, his gaze slowly moved to Shi Huan's hand...... He has to carry his pot.

The robe swayed, and slowly moved to Shi Huan's side, he bent down and moved the chair closer to her, hoping that all he could smell was her.

Purse your lips and tangle for a while, emphasizing:

"Only cloth vegetables."

Shi Huan: "I still have to feed." ”

Himeya: ...... Under the fence, it is appropriate to wait for the master.

He sandwiched a green vegetable, and his movements were not very skillful, but he was very patient.

Two people, one picks up vegetables, and one eats vegetables.

The evening breeze is shallow, and the years are quiet.

After solving a small half of the dishes on the table, he suddenly heard the girl's very light and soft voice:

"Ji Ye, are you in pain?"

The hand holding the chopsticks paused suddenly, and the girl looked at him, and her gentle gaze was like the most effective medicine in the world, curing all his wounds.

The Adam's apple rolled, and he said:

"I'm used to it."

Shi Huan looked at him with a light breeze, how could he not be in pain.

Like her, when she was hungry for a while, she felt that her stomach was burning and uncomfortable.

He's just getting used to it, it's not that it doesn't hurt.

Shi Huan thought that he would be more comfortable in his last days and not suffer too much pain.

But this matter can't be pushed too hard, and he coaxed softly:

"If you don't eat, will you drink some sweet soup?"

In addition to tonifying the soup, the kitchen also prepared millet sweet porridge, millet nourishes the stomach, suitable for him.

I don't know what I thought, the man who was still sad just now came to his senses in an instant, and smiled very vividly:

"Are you coaxing me? Do you know, coax people to talk about conditions. ”

When he coaxed her, he handed over his underwear.

But she is the master after all, and if she coaxes him, the requirements can't be too high, just remove the coat.

Shi Huan really felt that Ji Ye was the most realistic one in these worlds.

Reality is cunning, hateful and treacherous.

But what he said was right, so he stretched out his little half finger and gestured:

"I'm single, you can only make such a small request."

Ji Ye, a person who looks lazy and casual, knows how to seize the opportunity better than anyone else, and speaks decisively:

"You're sleeping here tonight."