Reincarnated as the spirit behind the male god

As if being scalded, Lu Wei withdrew his hand abruptly, his cheeks turned red instantly, and the hot feeling spread from the top of his head to his chest, and he explained incoherently: "I, I, I'm not, just now I was, I..."

"It's okay," Yan Jinyang said very calmly, "We're all friends, it's normal to lie down, and I don't mind."

After that, he looked in the direction of the bathroom to make sure that Sun Miao hadn't come out, and continued: "I'm glad you can consider me a friend, but the point now is why I can feel you touching me all of a sudden. Yes, why are you hot?"

Lu Wei didn't know more information than Yan Jinyang. He was absolutely sure that he didn't feel any changes, and he didn't even know the sudden exposure, let alone the reason.

The pensive male god shook his head seriously, stretched out his hand forward, and said to Lu Wei in a low voice: "You shake my hand, and I'll check to see if I have a body temperature."

"it is good."

The little ghost standing opposite agreed readily, but staring at the male god's slender fingers, he swallowed nervously and did not reach out for a long time.

It's not that he has any other thoughts, but that his heart is beating so fast now that even the arteries in his wrist are pulsating. If he stretches out his hand, the other party will definitely feel it.

But if you don't reach out, isn't it trying to cover up?

He took a deep breath, trying to calm down his nervous heartbeat, slowly stretched out his hand, and put it on Yan Jinyang's palm.

And as soon as he came into contact with the little back spirit, Yan Jinyang folded his palms and held him.

So wet.

Lu moved his index finger slightly and resumed his breathing. His heart was still beating extremely fast, as if his entire soul was concentrated at the junction of the male god's grip. When it penetrated into one's skin, it was so hot that it became numb, and even the whole body went numb.

Obviously before, even when he thought that he would always be the spirit behind the scenes, he didn't have the courage to touch his hand, but now he is holding his hand, and he squeezes it in a particularly invisible way.

"Why are your hands so small?" After pinching for a while, Yan Jinyang suddenly opened his hand and wrapped his hand completely.

Don't you want to check your temperature?What hand size?

The charming atmosphere was broken in an instant, and Lu Wei, who had been laughed at countless times for his short fingers, was extremely angry, and retorted with Aunt Cui's comforting words: "Hands are small, hot hands hurt people, I am a lucky hand." .”

"It's quite hot." Yan Jinyang raised the corners of his mouth, and couldn't help but said, "I don't mean to dislike you, it's because my hands are too long."

And where he couldn't see, the little back spirit was half ashamed and half angry, his cheeks were so hot that he was about to burn, he was aggrieved for a long time, but he didn't think of how to refute it, so he hugged his shoulders, puffed his cheeks, and shouted loudly. "Huh" said a word.

The smile on the corner of Yan Jinyang's mouth was even wider.

"What are you doing?" Sun Miao came out of the bathroom, and saw her friend smiling softly at the refrigerator next to the door, holding her hands in the air. It looks very pervasive.

"You're here," Yan Jinyang turned his head naturally, beckoning him to come over, then pointed to the magnet on the refrigerator and said, "Look at my magnet, isn't it cute?"

When Sun Miao heard this, she approached suspiciously, and looked at the small print on the refrigerator sticker—it was printed on it: Welcome to XX Chef Education School...

"Isn't this just a gift from the street?" Sun Miao looked very irritable: "Tell me, why are technical school advertisements so cute?"

"Well, then it's not cute." Yan Jinyang returned to the sofa noncommittally, and pushed the plate on the coffee table towards the other party: "Do you want to eat strawberries?"

The male god's ability to pretend to be confused is really top-notch, Lu Wei looks at Sun Miao who has begun to doubt himself with some regret, but feels secretly happy in his heart.

It seems that I am not the only one who can't do anything about the male god, I just can't quarrel, but Sun Miao can't quarrel no matter what.

"Relax, Boss Sun," Yan Jinyang also comforted him: "You are under too much pressure."

"You know who is under the most pressure." Yan Jinyang refused to say anything, and Sun Miao stopped asking. He sat across from Yan Jinyang and looked at him with the eyes of a prisoner: "If I don't I asked if you were sick by putting skeletons in the room. Just look at your dark circles and the absent-minded look just now. Do you think it is normal?

"Synthetic Gene" is basically finished now, and PURSUE is also finished, what are you busy with now? "

Hearing this, Lu Wei couldn't help lowering her head guiltyly, the male god is so busy, but he still keeps causing trouble.

Yan Jinyang still didn't answer, just said: "It's nothing, change something small."

Sun Miao felt a sense of loss as if his fist had been hit on the cotton, but when Yan Jinyang saw that he was silent and went to get strawberries by himself, he suddenly realized something, and his body gradually became arrogant. Sitting up straight with an expression on his face, he shook his head and sighed in an exaggerated tone: "I see."

"what do you know?"

Seeing that he was still calm, Sun Miao said calmly, "No wonder Pursue is so fast. Has your little artist come back?"

junior Painter?Lu Wei's pupils trembled. On the side of the male god, he is the only painter related to the male god. Obviously this "little painter" refers to him, but why did Sun Miao say "yours"?

It sounds a bit ambiguous.

Yan Jinyang's confident and confident expression gradually collapsed, and he changed back to the usual paralyzed face that was no different from a robot, but he still pretended that nothing happened, picked up the cup that had just been put down, and handed it to his lips, without taking a sip for a long time.

Seeing him like this, Sun Miao smiled teasingly, then took out her mobile phone and clicked on Yan Jinyang's Weibo.

Sure enough, the first one was forwarded to Lu Wei, the DLC promotional video of the eighth world.

"Haha, I still wonder what can make you panic like this. It turns out that the little painter is back. I think he and you are pretty good. Why are you still so preoccupied?"

As Sun Miao said, she scrolled down the page, and every time she saw Yan Jinyang's forwarded Weibo, she would "tsk tsk".

Lu Wei stood beside her, her cheeks flushed.

After so many slaps in the face, he no longer fantasized about it, but receiving such ridicule still made him feel unspeakable.

"I know you're a Jingwei CP fan," Yan Jinyang put the water glass on the table in a gentle manner, and made a "da" sound, "but remember not to become a real person."

Sun Miao looked at the phone and smiled disdainfully: "Drink, pretend to me, who doesn't know you..."

Having said that, the man's voice stopped abruptly.

Yan Jinyang, who was about to interrupt the conversation, and Lu Wei, who listened with pricked ears, froze together and looked up at him.

Sun Miao was sitting up straight at this time, her eyes were fixed on the phone screen, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared with the pull of her finger.

"Yan Jinyang, check Weibo quickly, something happened to your little painter."

The author has something to say: Don't worry, everyone, it's not a big deal!