Quick Wear: The Villain is a Little Pitiful

Tong Xiyuan pushed the door open and his vision fell from one darkness to another.

"Why aren't the lights on?" He narrowed his eyes and spoke to the figure sitting on the sofa while reaching out to touch the switch of the ceiling light in the living room.

When the lights were turned on, what came into view were the dishes and porridge on the table that had long since gone cold.

Tong Xiyuan was stunned for a moment, he never knew Fan He had the skill to cook. He was so obsessed with mysophobia that he didn’t even want to touch unwashed vegetables. Was he possessed by an evil spirit today?

A heavy inhalation with a nasal sound sounded in the living room.

Tong Xiyuan's gaze shifted over, and Fan He, who was sitting on the sofa, happened to look up, revealing a pair of upturned eyes with red corners that looked like they were about to cry.

"What's wrong?" he walked over and asked.

Fan He stood up and hugged Tong Xiyuan, sniffed and said, "Brother, why did you come back so late?"

Tong Xiyuan heard the tearful tone in his voice, suppressed his confusion and said, "There are a lot of things going on at the base, so it took a long time to deal with them."

"Really?" Fan He tilted his head, rubbed his nose against Tong Xiyuan's ear bone, sniffed the faint fragrance and said, "I thought my brother went to have dinner with Sister Cheng."

He never left his house, but he knew everything that happened in the base. When he heard the news that Tong Xiyuan chose to take Cheng Ruyin out, Fan He couldn't tell what he felt. After all, he had no heartbeat, so he should have no emotions.

But doubt still occupied his entire mind.

She kept saying she liked him, but then she did something like this. If that wasn't lust, what was that? Sure enough, there was no sincerity in that confession.

Tong Xiyuan didn't know that he had become a scumbag in his heart, so he asked in a gentle voice, "Why should I have dinner with Cheng Ruyin?"

Fan He snorted and whispered, "I thought that in addition to his boyfriend, my brother wanted to have a girlfriend."

Tong Xiyuan was silent for a moment, "I don't like women."

should.

He added in his mind that apart from his colleagues in the Space-Time Administration and the system, Tong Xiyuan had only met Fan He, and he had no chance to like anyone else.

Fan He didn't believe it, so he asked him, "Then why didn't my brother take me out?"

"Because," Tong Xiyuan paused, and ran his fingertips across the side of his neck, where there was no pulse, "I know you can protect yourself."

As long as he returns to the base, even if he leaves Fan He here, the Zombie King will not launch a zombie siege. If he is taken out, the sky is high and the earth is vast, and Tong Xiyuan cannot guarantee the safety of the people in the base.

"Why?" Fan He grabbed his fingertips that were about to let go, his eyes darkened, "Brother took advantage of me again."

Several times, he didn't subconsciously reject Tong Xiyuan's sudden touch.

This nature is completely different from the way he pretended to be pitiful to get close to Tong Xiyuan.

Tong Xiyuan didn't break free, nor did he respond to his last sentence, he just said: "I believe you."

Fan He was not satisfied with the answer. He wanted to get to the bottom of the matter, but Tong Xiyuan had already pulled him to sit at the dining table.

"Did you make this?" Tong Xiyuan asked him as he looked at the dish that looked delicious.

Fan He sat down next to him, still wanting to play the victim, "It was my first time and I wasn't very skilled. It took me more than two hours. I thought you would be home soon, but it was already dark, the porridge was cold, and you didn't come back."

Tong Xiyuan took a bite of the dish and found it very salty. He put down his chopsticks and scooped a mouthful of porridge. After chewing it twice, he found that the rice was not cooked.

After more than two hours, it seems that there are very few people in the world who have the same cooking talent as him, and Fan He is obviously not one of them.

Fan He did not miss his frown and pause, and asked knowingly: "Is it delicious?"

In order not to undermine his self-confidence, Tong Xiyuan nodded, "It's delicious."

He didn't ask Fan He if he wanted to try it. The zombies' sense of taste had deteriorated a lot. Even if they ate the other party, they might not be able to taste the saltiness. What's more, zombies would feel uncomfortable after eating human food.

Fan He raised an eyebrow, a little confused by Tong Xiyuan's answer which couldn't be more fake. According to his memories before he became a zombie, there are only three kinds of relationships between the person who eats and the person who cooks, who can endure the attack of taste buds and give such an answer.

One is relatives, one is friends, and the other is lovers.

He fell into deep thought, while Tong Xiyuan had finished his meal, cleaned the table, and took out a ring-shaped object from his pocket and hung it on Fan He's hand.

Fan He came back to his senses and suddenly found a black rubber band on his wrist with a crudely made ice cream pendant on it. He asked, "Why did my brother give me this?"

"The girls in the base are all using it," Tong Xiyuan said, looking at his loose hair, "I want to see you use it, too."

Fan He took off the hair tie and hooked it with his thumb and index finger, feeling the elasticity and said, "I don't know how to tie it, brother, help me."

Tong Xiyuan hesitated for a moment, then said, "I won't suppress it either." He walked behind him and tied his hair into a messy bun. He poked it twice and asked, "Is this okay?"

Fan He felt the pulling force on his scalp and frowned, "Okay, I'll leave this matter to my brother from now on."

The next day, the off-road vehicle that was heading to the military base to discuss cooperation stopped at Tong Xiyuan's door. Meng Bai looked at the hair band on Fan He's head that only five or six-year-old girls would use, frowned and said, "Your aesthetics are really bad."

Tong Xiyuan, who was about to get in the car, withdrew his body and said, "I bought it."

Meng Bai: “…”

Tong Xiyuan asked Cheng Ruyin, the only girl present, "Isn't it pretty?"

"Very cute." Cheng Ruyin added in her heart, but it didn't fit in with Fan He's inconsistent temperament.

Meng Bai said dryly, "It looks good, it looks good."

"Of course what my brother bought looks good," Fan He stood beside Tong Xiyuan, glanced at Meng Bai, and said leisurely, "It's not that he doesn't like the style of the hairband, he just doesn't like me."

Meng Bai glared at him, "You..."

Fan He interrupted him and continued: "He is targeting me like this before my brother leaves. I don't know what he will do to me after my brother leaves."

Meng Bai: “Fuck!”

Cheng Ruyin turned her face away, not wanting to watch the show.

"He won't," Tong Xiyuan patted the back of Fan He's hand soothingly, and said, "I will be back in a week at most, you just be good at home." Don't do bad things.

Fan He narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Of course I will wait for my brother to come back obediently."

With his words, Tong Xiyuan got into the car with confidence and went to the military base with Cheng Ruyin and others.

Fan He watched the SUV disappear from his sight, the smile on his face instantly disappeared. He turned to look at Meng Bai and sneered before going home.

The door closed, and Meng Bai, who was standing there, scratched his ears in disbelief, wondering if the cold sneer just now was just an illusion.

That afternoon, upon learning that Tong Xiyuan had left the base, Liu Kuan couldn't wait to "invite" Fan He to stay at his home for a few days.

Fan He readily agreed.

The people in the base clicked their tongues and curled their lips: He is indeed a pretty boy.