Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

"Since you said you can recite it backwards, let me test you."

"What is the last sentence on page 276 of the second volume of the physical book of "Rift Travel"?"

?

"Uh……"

Si Mo had never expected that this man could be so shameless, and the words he was about to say were stuck in his mouth.

"You can't even answer this, and you still have the nerve to say you're my loyal fan?"

Zou Yanzhi tilted his head and looked at the expression on Si Mo's face with a leisurely look. He couldn't help laughing.

Of course he knew how wicked he had been just now. Perhaps the man opposite him had already cursed him eight hundred times in his heart, but Zou Yanzhi didn't care. He just wanted Si Mo to leave quickly.

He just asked the previous question casually. He didn't expect Si Mo to be able to answer it. He just happened to read that page before going to bed in the afternoon. He didn't even remember what it was about.

"Okay, stop wasting my time and go."

"I'm going to go to bed."

Si Mo: "It's only half past six."

"You have to control what time I go to bed? This is not a necessary obligation of an editor."

Next to the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room on the first floor, there is a sunken lazy sofa with a thick cream-white blanket spread on it. It was originally Zou Yanzhi's temporary resting place.

Now he couldn't fall asleep in front of outsiders. Zou Yanzhi pressed his tired shoulders and neck and slowly walked towards the master bedroom.

He took a last look before closing the door and saw Si Mo hesitating at the door. He thought that the trouble would be gone now.

However, what Zou Yanzhi didn't know was that after he returned to his room, the young man simply walked to the clothes hanger next to the entrance cabinet, took off his extra coat and hung it up.

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Zou Yanzhi had been sleeping poorly and suffering from insomnia in recent years. Even when he finally fell asleep, he would dream of some messy scenes that did not belong to his dreams.

He always saw the back of a man wearing misty white fairy clothes, with long ink-splashed hair hanging down his shoulders, like a deliberately dressed-up fairy in a fairy drama. Obviously, the man in the dream was more like a real fairy.

The immortals didn't speak, and didn't look back. Zou Yanzhi took a step forward, and the man also took a step forward. It was as if he would never catch up.

In the past, if I went to bed at 6:30, I would usually have to stay up until 2 or 3 in the morning to fall into a deep sleep, and in less than an hour, I would wake up in a daze again.

But today he did not wake up naturally, but heard the sound of someone walking outside the door.

Yes, there are people moving around.

He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a long time before he remembered to check the time on his cell phone. It turned out that less than an hour had passed.

"what are you doing?"

It was not until that cold and questioning voice sounded from behind that Si Mo turned around and came out of the kitchen: "Cooking."

Zou Yanzhi felt that it was necessary for him to remind this person that this was his home.

Walking around his house freely and using his kitchen to cook, this man has no sense of boundaries.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

"Did you buy all these?" He looked at the filled refrigerator and fell into deep thought.

Si Mo nodded in agreement, then shook his phone and raised his chin coquettishly, as if waiting for praise: "Delivery to your door."

"God Zou, you can't go to bed without eating at night. You will get stomach problems."

"Believe me, my cooking skills are very good and I will definitely satisfy you."

[How can it be bad? That's the Kitchen God System you bought with 200 years of cultivation! ]

【(╯°Д°)╯】

It hurts to think about it. What can't I do with that much skill? But the prodigal master changed my skill to a monthly one! ?

What do you know? This is called not being able to get a wife because of your cultivation. Si Mo said with disdain: Go away, stay away.

【???】

As the saying goes, if you want to win a man's heart, you must first satisfy his stomach.

"God Zou, can you... forget it, don't eat spicy food. You just coughed like that."

"Well, are there any dietary restrictions?" This was also his first time cooking in the true sense, so he was naturally much more nervous than usual.

"..."

So is this an unfair editor or a free cook?

"No, whatever you want." Zou Yanzhi took a deep breath and was finally defeated by his persistence. He turned and left the kitchen area.

After walking a few steps, he turned back and said, "By the way, what's your name?"

Before, when he was outside the door, he really didn't listen carefully, or he didn't care that much.

"My name is Si Mo."

Unexpectedly, after hearing it clearly, Zou Yanzhi paused and asked in confusion: "What?"

"Ah?" Si Mo looked at him, equally puzzled: "You... called me?"

After realizing what he had said, he suddenly clenched his fists and looked away hastily: "No."

It was strange, he seemed to have heard this name in his dream, and that was what the man in white called him.

Moreover, the tone was continuous and affectionate, and it was obvious that the man was calling his lover.

...It's just a coincidence.

Zou Yanzhi's tall figure swayed in the huge living room, and finally he chose to collapse on his lazy sofa, hugging the pillow in his arms, closing his eyes and dozing off, his mind wandering.

But soon, the surrounding environment was no longer quiet.

There were small, noisy crackling sounds coming from the kitchen at the side. He raised his eyes lazily and glanced in Si Mo's direction.

The young man rolled up his sleeves and was cutting something orange-red with great concentration. His chestnut hair lay obediently on his temples and his jade-white neck glowed softly in the light.

His movements looked clumsy and unfamiliar, and sometimes he would shrink back in fear when a splash of oil suddenly appeared. It was like he was cooking for the first time. With such qualifications, he could boast that he would satisfy everyone... Was he self-aware?

It had been a long time since he had seen the smell of fireworks in this house.

As if he felt that gaze, Si Mo paused, put down the carrot and raised his head. The two people's gazes collided in the air, creating a brilliant spark, and he smiled sincerely.

"God Zou, don't worry, it will be fine soon."

"..."

He turned his face away in embarrassment, not knowing why he was so distracted just now. Did he look at Si Mo for a long time?

Zou Yanzhi picked up the kindle beside him and forced himself to regain his attention.

Within half an hour, the crackling sound ended and the aroma of food gradually wafted out.

"time to eat."

Zou Yanzhi walked over slowly and glanced at the plates on the table. They looked pretty good. Could it be that he really misunderstood him?

"Master Zou, how do you like it?" Si Mo handed him the chopsticks, then sat down opposite Zou Yanzhi, propped up his chin and looked at him, the hopeful light in his eyes unable to be hidden.

Although he knew that the dishes would taste good with his chef skills, he still couldn't calm down the throbbing in his heart.

"Well, it's okay." Zou Yanzhi was a little surprised. Although the cooking process of the 'chef' seemed like a disaster, fortunately the final result exceeded expectations.

Halfway through eating in silence, Zou Yanzhi wanted to get a glass of water, but the person on the other side seemed to know what he wanted to do and was very thoughtful. He took action before he even stood up.

"Thanks……"

The warm water was pushed in front of him. Zou Yanzhi didn't say a word. Suddenly he saw the band-aid on Si Mo's finger and frowned unconsciously: "Are you injured?"