The demon king wants to hug me

That night it began to rain lightly, with bursts of autumn rain followed by chills.

The next morning, Wu Zhiyin rubbed his eyes and brushed his messy hair, and sat leaning against the head of the bed for a while.

After transmigrating into the book, he still has to take some time every morning to give himself a psychological hint. He is now Li Xin, 18 years old, and can make desserts and dance. His most urgent task now is to save his life.

Thinking of saving his life, he couldn't sit still anymore, so he scrambled to the side of the bed, pulled on his slippers, stood up and stretched his waist, with a set of pure white silk pajamas dangling on his body, opened the bedroom door, and a gust of cool wind rushed towards him. Coming over, Wu Zhiyin covered his mouth and sneezed twice.

Wu Zhiyin pinched the tip of his red nose, quickly retreated to the bedroom, opened the closet and pulled out a thick coat, wrapped it casually and went downstairs.

"Hey, Xiao Xin, why did you get up so early today?" Wan Yaoyao stood in the yard.

"Is it early? As long as you don't drink at night, I can go to bed early and get up early." Wu Zhiyin's mouth was curled up, like a half-opened and half-closed flower bone through the drizzle.

"Don't talk about my drinking, brat," Wan Yaoyao rolled her eyes, "The reason why you go to bed early and get up early is because you don't have to make sweet-scented osmanthus cake for that person in the middle of the night."

Osmanthus cake?Wu Zhiyin completely forgot about it.

Now that he has made up his mind and Ouyuan's plan will continue, the osmanthus cake will still be given away.

"Uncle, is there any sweet-scented osmanthus cake left in the refrigerator?" Wu Zhiyin jumped down the stairs with a few steps.

"It's gone." Wan Yaoyao came over.

"Gone? All gone?" Wu Zhiyin hugged himself tightly and stood under the eaves.

"It's gone, I ate the last two yuan, I didn't lie to you." Wan Yaoyao stretched out her hand to gather Wu Zhiyin's collar, "Xiao Xin, if you are afraid of the cold, wear more."

"Ah...it's a bit cold, where did I put my thick pajamas?" Wu Zhiyin shrank his neck, his pointed chin knocked on the rolled up collar.

Wan Yaoyao wrinkled her nose, "I don't know, find it yourself." After a while, she said, "Where did you get the thick pajamas, I haven't seen you wearing them. Where did you find this ugly dress on your body?"

"Is it ugly? It's not ugly, it's pretty." Wu Zhiyin lowered his head and looked at the hem of his shirt. It was a dark gray cotton sweater with a dark red split heart embroidered on the chest.

The corner of Wan Yaoyao's mouth dropped into a "tss", "Xiao Xin, something is wrong with you recently."

The expression on Wu Zhiyin's face froze for a moment, and then relaxed, "I'll let you take care of me a little bit more. As for saying that I'm not right? Be careful."

"Okay, okay, I'm narrow-minded," Wan Yaoyao said, "Let me remind you, the dessert shop hasn't opened for two days, and you haven't given away the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, what are you going to do?"

"Oh——" Wu Zhiyin stretched out his arms and let out a long sigh, trying to evade the topic, "What's for breakfast? I'm going to have breakfast."

Steaming sweet-scented osmanthus cakes, toasting bread and cakes, making sweet soup and juice... Wu Zhiyin felt a headache just thinking about these.

In the previous world, Dr. Wu didn't even know which way his kitchen door was open, so it would be better to let him run a half-marathon with a sandbag on his shoulders.

It's all right now, not only does the kitchen door not know which way to open, but he can't run a half-marathon without carrying sandbags.

Hearing Wu Zhiyin's voice, sister Taozi ran out of the dining room, "I've made breakfast, brother and uncle, come and eat, it's just right."

"Hey, sister, didn't I tell you to take a good rest?" Wu Zhiyin trotted over, picked Sister Taozi's shoulder, and observed her nose, "The nose is still a little swollen, does it hurt a lot?"

"It's much better. I droop my eyelids and see that it's not as big as yesterday." Sister Taozi smiled, "It still hurts a little when I touch it, but it'll be fine if I don't touch it."

"Sister, let you have a good rest," Wu Zhiyin said with a pun, "I don't even listen to what the doctor says."

"I had a good rest. I slept well last night. I didn't have any nightmares. I've never slept so well." Sister Taozi turned and walked into the dining room, pulling out the dining chair for them.

Wu Zhiyin looked at Sister Taozi's dejected back, walked over with her fingers rubbing the tip of her nose, and sat down on the dining chair.

There are three breakfasts on the dining table, each of which is clearly different, and you can tell at a glance who it belongs to.

Multigrain porridge, cornmeal steamed bread, plus a boiled egg, a fried kale, and a cup of sugar-free soy milk, Wan Yaoyao's.

Butter meal buns, grilled sausage, fried eggs, fruit milk, Wu Zhiyin's.

Sister Taozi made herself a bowl of shredded pork noodles and eggs.

"Wow," Wan Yaoyao sniffed vigorously, "It smells so good."

"I make it casually, and I don't know if you guys like it or not." Sister Taozi smiled.

"Sister, you're doing it casually, so why don't you be casual?" Wu Zhiyin grabbed the lunch bag and took a big bite, it was soft and mellow.

"As long as you enjoy your meal." Sister Taozi picked out a chopstick of noodles and put them in her mouth to cool them down. "I want to go home today."

"Ah? You want to go back? Why go back?" Wu Zhiyin took a bite of the meal, "How can you go back like this?"

"It's cooling down today, I'm going to send some thick clothes to Xiaofeng to school." Sister Taozi put down her chopsticks, and the noodles on the tip of the chopsticks were piled on the edge of the bowl.

"Xiaofeng?" Wan Yaoyao and Wu Zhiyin looked up at the same time.

"Yes," Sister Taozi's eyes suddenly lit up, "Xiaofeng is my son, his name is Wang Haofeng, he is a sophomore in high school, and he lives and studies at school."

"Maybe his father has already sent him there, and you didn't drive." Wu Zhiyin chewed and swallowed.

Sister Taozi lowered her eyelids, picked up another chopstick of noodles, and rolled them on the tip of the chopsticks, "Wang Yong won't care about this."

With a breath stuck in his chest, Wu Zhiyin didn't know what to say, so he grabbed the glass and took a sip of milk, "Sister, I'll go back with you."

"No need, brother, don't worry about it," sister Taozi understood Wu Zhiyin's worry, "I'll just go back and get some clothes, you don't have to worry."

"Sister, why don't you go back. How tall is Xiaofeng? If you're about the same height as me, you can send me my clothes." Wu Zhiyin's sixth sense reminded him of his uneasiness.

"He can't wear your clothes. Xiaofeng is taller than you. He looks 182, 183, and he's bigger than you." Sister Taozi smiled and shook her head.

"You little brat is so tall? What do you eat?" Wu Zhiyin's mouth twitched.I can't blame him for being big, but I can only blame Li Xin for being small, he's two centimeters short of 180, and he's still thin, as if he could fall over when the wind blows.

Back then, Dr. Wu was a handsome 187 tall guy who walked on the main road and overlooked everyone, but now he can only accept the reality, not to mention being a hero.

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