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

Although the sound was fast and thin, it flowed through Zou Yanzhi's heart as accurately as a trickle of water, feeling slightly cool and itchy.

He instinctively froze for a second before regaining the ability to move. His jade-white fingers gripped the door handle and he prayed in his heart that the person behind him didn't notice anything unusual.

What did Si Mo mean by telling him this? Was he afraid of misunderstanding, or...

This editor was different from the others. They knocked on the door hypocritically, smiled hypocritically, and wanted to put him on a pedestal, but they kept talking about new books and deadlines. It was just because he was still valuable to Mu Yun, but Si Mo was different.

Ever since he arrived at the villa and revealed his identity as his new editor, the topic never seemed to mention his new work.

At first Zou Yanzhi thought he was playing hard to get, lurking around him, and relying on some touching scenes of a sad drama as a reward. He would not be fooled.

But an hour ago, the last words the boy outside the door said to him forced him to overturn all his conclusions, and his thoughts gradually deviated towards an absurd path.

Is there a possibility that Si Mo’s arrival was not his new work, but perhaps only a small part of his purpose?

So, what is his real purpose?

Zou Yanzhi lay numbly on the wooden bed, lifting his heavy eyelids to focus on the ceiling. It was dark all around him, and because of years of neurasthenia, he could almost hear his own heartbeat clearly in such a quiet environment.

His mind unconsciously recalled the scene he saw in the bathroom. Those legs were lingering in front of his eyes. Zou Yanzhi hated himself for becoming so greedy and lustful.

But he couldn't control his thoughts. He gradually imagined the scene of those legs wrapped around his waist. He would hold that person's ankle with one hand, and then...

What happened next? Zou Yanzhi sat up suddenly, and the sound of heavy, fearful breathing was heard in his ears. He rubbed his eyes in regret and cursed.

It’s all because I read too many comics when I was looking for writing material. Damn it, I’ll burn them all tomorrow.

……

Dongdongdong--

A few unhurried knocks came through the door at the right time. Si Mo controlled the force and knocked neither lightly nor heavily. If someone was fast asleep, they would hardly hear it.

Zou Yanzhi's mind was in a mess, but it was suddenly interrupted again. His heart suddenly sank like duckweed, as if those hands had grabbed his heart fiercely and squeezed out all the dirty water in his heart.

"Come in." After calming down for more than ten seconds, he heard his own voice say.

He just stared blankly as the door was pushed open from the outside, and a person seemed to be holding something in his hand, walking in innocently with the white legs that he had recalled countless times, dangling.

For a moment, Zou Yanzhi felt that he was in a den of wolves. The innocent little white rabbit foolishly jumped into his trap, and the scene of being eaten up was about to load into his brain that was about to explode. At this time, the little white rabbit spoke:

"I guess Zou Shen didn't sleep." Si Mo came to the bedside cabinet and said with a smile: "I poured you a glass of milk to help you sleep."

Zou Yanzhi: "..."

He did not dare to look at Si Mo for too long, fearing that he could no longer hide the hidden desire in his eyes and would be caught by the other party.

"Milk does contain substances that have a hypnotic effect, but the amount of this substance in a glass of milk is basically negligible."

"You need to drink at least 5-25 kilograms to be effective, so your cup can only serve as a placebo at best."

Zou Yanzhi stared at the cup that was put aside, his voice steady and restrained.

Si Mo: “…”

"But my cup must be different." He raised his chin, with a confident light burning in his eyes.

Si Mo mixed a little of his divine power into it, which could ensure that Zou Yanzhi would no longer be troubled by insomnia. As for the other major and minor illnesses on his body, it would take some time to consider. But at least with him by his side, his nightmares could be alleviated appropriately.

"How is it different? Did you mix it with sleeping pills?"

! !

Why is this guy so stubborn? He is so damn difficult to deal with.

Si Mo frowned unhappily and reached out to take it back, "Tsk, if you don't want to drink it..."

"Who said I don't drink." At this time, Zou Yanzhi also rushed to grab it quickly, and raised his hand to press the wall of the cup the moment Si Mo touched it.

As a result, she accidentally pressed on Si Mo's hand, and their palms were against the backs of their hands, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Zou Yanzhi blinked twice quickly, his Adam's apple rolled, and it took him a long time to find his voice. He let go of his hand and coughed awkwardly: "Just leave it there. The effect of a placebo is better than nothing, isn't it?"

Si Mo then stood up straight, his eyes fixed on Zou Yanzhi's deliberately concealed profile for a long time, before he raised the corner of his mouth barely perceptible: "...That's fine." Heh, man, you're just pretending.

After pouring the milk, neither of them mentioned the incident that had just happened. Si Mo said good night to him, closed the door and went out.

Zou Yanzhi hesitated for a while, and finally picked up the glass of milk, put it to his nose and sniffed it, but there was no special smell, except for a faint sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance.

The milk was pure sugar-free, and Si Mo carefully added some osmanthus honey into it because he noticed that when Zou Yanzhi ate dinner in the evening, his taste seemed to be sweeter.

—

After drinking it, he lay back down again. For some reason, Si Mo's 'placebo' seemed to have really worked, and Zou Yanzhi felt a long-lost feeling of sleepiness.

In the past, I would only sleep for a while when it was almost dawn, but last night I forgot the time and closed my eyes drowsily.

This time he dreamed of the immortal in white again. He never spoke in the past, and at most he just called out a coincidental name in a charming way, but last night Zou Yanzhi heard him dare to speak.

The man first sighed, then said in a pleasant voice: He found you.

Zou Yanzhi couldn't understand what that meant. But the immortal didn't turn around or explain. He just kept retreating when he approached. Finally, he dispersed like fog.

Every time this happened, Zou Yanzhi knew it was time for him to wake up.

Sure enough, when he opened his eyes again, he saw the familiar room. The dark curtains blocked the sunlight from the window very tightly. He subconsciously reached for the mobile phone under the pillow to check the time and was surprised to find that it was already seven o'clock in the morning.

He actually slept for so long.

Zou Yanzhi took a deep breath and felt that the fatigue all over his body was relieved a lot. He could be said to be in the best condition in this period.

He glanced sideways at the empty cup beside him doubtfully. Could it be true?

"Good morning." Zou Yanzhi opened the door to wash up, and subconsciously glanced towards the living room. Seeing a figure flashing in the kitchen, he subconsciously thought that it was his aunt coming over to cook.

It was not until he took two steps that he realized something seemed wrong. He paused and turned his head to look again. He happened to see the face of a young man wearing an apron, holding a spatula in one hand, turning around and saying good morning to him with a smile.