Lord Yama please let me go

Lan Miaomiao sat back in the living room, studying this game that Zhong Yanluo was addicted to.

It was also mentioned in the diary that the one-eyed loli loves a game called pesticides and is addicted to it day and night.That's right, the original body forgot to eat and sleep, read countless strategies, and finally became a king.Only for playing games with loli.

Lan Miaomiao, who was working on a small novice guide, had a very faint smile on her lips. She thought it was funny when she recalled the game experience that was still concisely recorded in the diary.

Before she lost her memory, she probably never imagined that the one-eyed loli liked to play this game so much, but it was only gold.

Not long after Lan Miaomiao finished the novice task and bought a wave of heroes with money, the takeaway arrived.

Lan Miaomiao arranged the pizza on the table in the living room. She looked at the bell hanging on the refrigerator, but she couldn't reach it.

A thin red string is tied to the bell on the refrigerator, and the other end of the red string goes around the wall and connects to Zhong Yanluo's room.

Although I know that this is obviously a simple device, but when I think of a little girl walking down the stairs quickly with the sound of a bell, Lan Miaomiao feels very weird.

So Lan Miaomiao rang the bell.

Sure enough, accompanied by the crisp and melodious sound of the bell, the girl in this little dress sat down on the bench in the living room at a sprint speed.

As soon as she sat down on the bench, Zhong Yanluo picked up the juice on the table and gulped it down. Then she patted her swollen chest and said, "I'm so thirsty, I haven't had any water all afternoon."

"How many words have you written?" Lan Miaomiao wrote down on the other side and asked.

Zhong Yanluo put on plastic gloves, picked up a piece of hot pizza, thought for a while and said, "About three or four hundred words, I don't know."

"Ah? Then you still have to play games, are you still writing?" Lan Miaomiao looked a little worried. She looked at the gradually dim sunlight outside, counting the time silently in her heart.

Zhong Yanluo took a big bite of the pizza, and was so hot that she could only inhale.When she heard Lan Miaomiao's question, she frowned instantly: "It's okay, I must finish writing."

Zhong Yanluo put down the pizza in her hand, pressed her blindfold, and said mysteriously, "Do you know why I wear a blindfold?"

Lan Miaomiao looked at Zhong Yanluo suspiciously. She frowned slightly and thought about it for a while. The one-eyed loli was wearing a blindfold all the time.

Lan Miaomiao stared at Zhong Yanluo's face, and carefully sized Zhong Yanluo.

The small face without makeup was abnormally fair. Although the eyebrows could be seen to be untrimmed, they added a wildness to this childish face.

The exposed eyes are big and bright, the straight nose bridge can be said to be perfect, and the pink lips that are shiny because of eating pizza can be said to be a perfect face.

However, no matter how you look at how to rely on natural beauty to have such a perfect face, then the blindfold must not be worn on the face for the sake of looking good.

"You...can't you see with that eye?" Lan Miaomiao said lightly, afraid that Zhong Yanluo would be offended by asking the wrong question, which would result in not being able to get the manuscript.

"Bah, you're blind." Zhong Yanluo rolled her eyes speechlessly, she really was a fool, didn't she see that her blindfold matched her little dress!

"I made a mistake, I'm sorry, then hurry up and eat and write." Lan Miaomiao urged Zhong Yanluo.

Zhong Yanluo, who was urged by Lan Miaomiao, felt uncomfortable in every pore of her body. Didn't she know that she had to write?Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!

Zhong Yanluo suddenly stopped talking, and she began to eat pizza silently.

Lan Miaomiao felt the sudden silence in the air, and she was also embarrassed. Did she say something wrong?

Lan Miaomiao carefully recalled the conversation between the two of them just now, and she guessed carefully, is it because she said something wrong about her one-eyed thing?

Lan Miaomiao cautiously asked tentatively, "Then why are you wearing a blindfold?"

Zhong Yanluo glanced at Lan Miaomiao, she just wanted to say that it was because she was in a good mood, but now that she is in a bad mood, she doesn't want to say it.

"No reason." Zhong Yanluo's face was filled with unhappiness, and she replied coldly, "I'm in a bad mood, I don't want to write today!"

"Ah?" Lan Miaomiao was caught off guard by Zhong Yanluo's sudden unhappiness.

To be honest, she was a little at a loss, the person in front of her was so different from the image of the author YY in her diary, she couldn't keep up with the rhythm of her thoughts.

Although she actually doesn't want to know other things, for her, the current thing is to get the manuscript of this issue, and other things can be said slowly later, but what does it mean that she suddenly doesn't want to write?

Lan Miaomiao was at a loss for words for a while.

After dropping those words, Zhong Yanluo chose to remain silent, and she ate pizza silently.

Lan Miaomiao watched Zhong Yanluo suck in the twelve-inch pizza in the box, and in a blink of an eye, half of the pizza in the box went into Zhong Yanluo's stomach.Moreover, Zhong Yanluo has no intention of stopping.

Lan Miaomiao looked at Zhong Yanluo's small body in amazement, and wondered how such a small stomach could accommodate so many pizzas.

Lan Miaomiao's eyes fell on Zhong Yanluo's Zhang Zhang's chest wrapped in a small dress, and she unconsciously thought in her heart that the food probably went perfectly to the places where it was needed.

Maybe it was because he had eaten and drank enough, and his mood became a little better. Zhong Yanluo swept away the rest of the pizza, and finally patted his belly with satisfaction.

"Ah... really satisfied. Oh, I accidentally finished eating. Are you hungry? If you are hungry, you can order another takeaway. If you order takeaway, can you order fried chicken for me? Suddenly I want to eat fried chicken."

Zhong Yanluo knelt on the stool, clasped her fists in front of her chest, and looked at Lan Miaomiao expectantly.

Lan Miaomiao looked at Zhong Yanluo who seemed to have never been cold, and the corners of her mouth twitched a few times: "Okay, if you want to eat, I will help you."

"Yeah! Happy!" Zhong Yanluo bounced off the stool and raised her arms happily.

Lan Miaomiao's complicated eyes fell on Zhong Yanluo's slender calves exposed under the hem of her skirt, really, she is not afraid of getting fat...

"Oh, I'm full, I'm going to go up and write for a while. When the fried chicken arrives..." Zhong Yanluo pointed to the bell on the refrigerator, "You understand!"

Lan Miaomiao really looked at Zhong Yanluo who was running upstairs excitedly with a dazed expression.A woman's heart, a sea needle...

This is, suddenly want to write again?

Resigned to her fate, Lan Miaomiao silently picked up her phone. In order to prevent Zhong Yanluo from having an excuse to be in a bad mood and not wanting to write, all she could do was play the game well.

But to Lan Miaomiao's amazement, besides following the sound of the bell and eating fried chicken, Zhong Yanluo stayed in the study all night, earnestly writing her serial article.

Just when the light outside the room completely disappeared, Zhong Yanluo also ran downstairs with a tired expression on her face.

"Ah, I finished writing. I feel that my body and mind have been greatly devastated." Zhong Yanluo slumped on the sofa in the living room, and she waved to Lan Miaomiao who was still sitting on the bench.

"Come here, I'm done writing! Let's play games!"

Lan Miaomiao took the USB flash drive from Zhong Yanluo's hand, and she sat down beside Zhong Yanluo: "It's a bit late today, so I'll play a game with you, next time, okay?"

"Ah?" Zhong Yanluo lay back a little disappointed, she pulled Lan Miaomiao's arm coquettishly, "I have been writing so seriously for so long, I feel that my brain has been drained, so you just play with me." game?"

Unmoved, Lan Miaomiao pointed to the pendulum clock hanging in the living room: "Excluding the time you went downstairs to eat fried chicken, you actually wrote for two hours."

"But, although you watched me write for only two hours, I actually thought about it for a whole day!" Zhong Yanluo defended herself relentlessly.

"You played games all afternoon!" Lan Miaomiao replied with a cold face.

"Then I won't fight anymore!" Zhong Yanluo looked at Lan Miaomiao's cold face and suddenly felt angry. She sat on the sofa angrily and pointed at the door coldly, "Go home, I Use you to fight me, I will fight myself!"

"Well. That's fine, see you next time then."

Seeing Lan Miaomiao standing up with no expression on Zhong Yanluo's face, her old blood was suffocating in her heart. Although she was really angry, did this person really not coax her?

Why, in her heart, she actually felt that she was a little cold and a little funny.

Lan Miaomiao, who walked to the door, glanced at the takeaway box still slumped on the table, and she suddenly turned back.

Seeing Lan Miaomiao's return, Zhong Yanluo was inexplicably disappointed.

"It's useless for you to coax me, I don't want to play games anymore!" Zhong Yanluo crossed her arms around her chest, raised her slightly pointed and round chin high, with a cold and arrogant expression on her face.

Lan Miaomiao glanced at Zhong Yanluo faintly, and she went straight to the square table, packed the garbage on the table and took it out of the house.

When he reached the door, Lan Miaomiao turned around and said to Zhong Yanluo: "I'm leaving first, you go to bed early, goodbye."

Zhong Yanluo stared blankly at Lan Miaomiao who turned around to pick up the trash, and she came to her senses only after knowing that Lan Miaomiao had closed the mountain gate.

She was not so angry in her heart, and she actually found this woman whose eyes were full of confusion a little interesting.This feeling made Zhong Yanluo look forward to the next deadline...

Lan Miaomiao, who came out of Zhong Yanluo's house, looked at the stars in the sky, and her heart was full of confusion.

Although the diary said that she should like the author of One-eyed Lolita, but she really doesn't remember that feeling of liking.

Who is she and where is she going?

The author has something to say: Zhong Yanluo: Xiao Miaomiao, come, come to my heart!