I'm red after becoming an honorary underworld

Perhaps it was unexpected that such rough words would come out of Ji Zhaoran's mouth, Ning Zhi'an froze for a moment, and the chain bones were stained with an eye-catching crimson.Ning Zhi'an said anxiously: "You...you can't bully people like this."

"Oh." Ji Zhaoran asked: "Then how can I bully people?"

Ning Zhi'an wanted to close the bathroom door, but Ji Zhaoran blocked the door in a rebellious manner.He leaned against the door and stammered an order: "Anyway... Anyway, you are not allowed to say such things again."

"What kind of words?" Ji Zhaoran asked knowingly.

In the dense water vapor, Ji Zhaoran leaned close to Ning Zhian's Yinhong ear, the scorching breath made Ning Zhian tremble slightly.

Amidst Ning Zhian's uneasy trembling, Ji Zhaoran asked in a low voice: "You can't say that you miss you, can you?"

Ning Zhi'an's eyes widened in astonishment, and he was speechless for a moment.

……

In the early morning, the thick blackout curtains block the glare of the sky, and the room is dark and warm.

Ning Zhi'an was trapped in the fluffy and soft cotton fabric. Since he became an honorary underworld man, he has been sleeping a little unsteadily, rarely sleeping so peacefully and comfortably.There was a faint smell of food in the kitchen, and after a while, there seemed to be a door opening in the bedroom.

Ning Zhi'an hugged the quilt in a half-dream and half-awake, feeling that it was not real, and she was greedy for the warmth of the quilt, so she ignored it.

Suddenly, the familiar smell of mint smoke came from the tip of his nose, and Ning Zhi'an felt that he was delusional in his sleep.

He closed his eyes and reached out to touch tentatively.Covered with fingertips, it feels smooth, firm, warm and elastic to the touch.Ning Zhi'an muttered in a daze, "How could Teacher Ji be like this?"

"What should Teacher Ji do then?" A deep and lazy voice slowly hit the eardrum.

Ning Zhi'an raised his eyes unexpectedly, and saw a wanton handsome face, bending over to cooperate with his groping.

Ning Zhi'an was broken, and his memory still remained in that glass of rainbow-colored cocktail.As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Ji Zhaoran, his head was blank for a moment, he withdrew his hand stupidly, and said, "Teacher Ji, what a coincidence, you are also at my house."

"Oh." Ji Zhaoran said flatly: "Such a coincidence can happen, which means that you and I are destined to be married."

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

He didn't know how to answer, so he simply closed his mouth safely.Looking down, he suddenly saw two clear scratch marks on Ji Zhaoran's neck.

Ning Zhi'an was shocked immediately, seeing the two ambiguous scratches, some fragments flashed across his mind, and the memory of last night was vaguely recalled.

Last night Ning Zhian came out of the bathroom, shy and embarrassed and wanted to hide from Ji Zhaoran, but slipped on his feet, and when he was about to fall, Ji Zhaoran's big hand grabbed his waist, Ning Zhian stretched out his paw in desperation...

Ning Zhi'an's eyes darkened.

It seems...he caught it.

Ji Zhaoran didn't make things difficult for him anymore, smoothed out Ning Zhian's curled black hair, and said, "Go wash up, and then come out to eat."

After Ji Zhaoran went out, Ning Zhi'an carefully observed his nails.He lifted the quilt and looked at himself, the nightgown was hanging loosely on his body, looming...

That look, how sloppy and slutty it is.

Ning Zhian felt sad, thinking that no wonder the cocktail was rainbow-colored, this might be their gay conspiracy!

After washing up with a heavy heart, Ning Zhi'an struggled to walk to the door of the kitchen.

Ji Zhaoran rolled up his cuffs a few folds, skillfully frying eggs.The kitchen area is not big, Ji Zhaoran is tall and tall, standing in it has a strong sense of presence.

At the other end of the stove was boiled white porridge, which was already very thick, bubbling and bubbling in the small pot.

After a long while, Ning Zhi'an leaned against the kitchen door and said hoarsely, "Mr. Ji, may I ask if I did something offensive to you last night?"

Ji Zhaoran turned over the golden fluffy egg on the edge, and glanced at him: "Remember that part?"

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

Ning Zhi'an waited until the fried eggs were put on the plate, and said in a low voice: "I won't drink anymore."

Ji Zhaoran slowly crushed a little black pepper and sprinkled it on the eggs, and smiled: "I didn't expect you to be quite unrestrained after drinking."

Ning Zhi'an muttered softly: "You haven't been drinking, so you might as well give in when you're unrestrained."

Hearing this, Ji Zhaoran turned his head to look at him, as if teasing, but his eyes were straightforward: "Just do this to you, okay?"

Ning Zhi'an's ears were pricked by these words.

Strange throbbing spread into the chest cavity, and the heart also curled up.

After a brief lack of oxygen for a while, an indescribable emotion spread in his chest.

The draft passed through the living room and poured into Ning Zhi'an's dark pupils, making his eyes flutter.

As if on purpose, Ji Zhaoran walked up to Ning Zhian unknowingly, whispered in his ear, "Whether it's okay or not, actually it doesn't make much difference."

After putting the breakfast on the dining table, Ji Zhaoran called him: "Come and eat."

The shutters cut light and shadow, casting bright and dark on the floor.

Ning Zhi'an dazed for a while, then withdrew her thoughts and sat down at the dining table.

The white porridge is thick and rich, the fried eggs are oily, and the heat is just right.Ning Zhi'an was very hungry, and after drinking a few mouthfuls of porridge, he realized that he was the owner of the house.

Ning Zhi'an borrowed flowers to offer Buddha to pick up a fried egg for Ji Zhaoran, and said dryly, "Teacher Ji, you eat."

Looking at the scratch marks on Ji Zhaoran's neck, Ning Zhi'an blamed himself for no reason: "Mr. Ji, your neck..."

Ji Zhaoran is a public figure, and he is still a high-profile one. Now that there are two streaks appearing on his neck, it is really going to be photographed, and Weibo will explode immediately.

"It's okay, I'll wear a turtleneck sweater for a few days," Ji Zhaoran covered his slender finger bones, and said indifferently, "Don't grab here from now on."

Ning Zhi'an didn't notice the ambiguity of this sentence, he nodded obediently: "Well, I see."

Ji Zhaoran was noncommittal, sitting with his legs crossed, looking casually at the person opposite him having breakfast.

It wasn't until Ning Zhi'an's porcelain-white pretty face showed a satisfied expression that Ji Zhaoran asked slowly, "Are you full?"

Ning Zhi'an nodded, and licked her lips softly and docilely: "Your craftsmanship is really good."

"It's fine if you like it." Ji Zhaoran smiled, facing Ning Zhi'an's almond-like eyes that looked like black stars, he raised the end of his eyes slightly, and slowly unfolded a piece of paper.

Ji Zhaoran started the next topic seriously and politely.

"Then, can we start discussing in detail now, the question of where the bad embryo Ji Zhaoran has taken a fancy to you?"

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

That piece of paper was when Ji Zhaoran had just expressed his heart, Ning Zhian was dizzy and upset, unable to figure out why, so he simply wrote down his thoughts on the paper.

When he returned to Beijing, he looked for this piece of paper, fearing that someone would find out that he was making a fuss, so he searched for a long time to no avail.

I didn't expect that I didn't find it, but was discovered by Ji Zhaoran!

Ning Zhi'an closed her eyes in pain, and tentatively said, "Mr. Ji, isn't eating boring, or I'll show you a traditional magic show, and you'll be transformed?"

Ji Zhaoran glanced at him: "Want to run?"

Ning Zhi'an: "..."

……

Ji Zhaoran still retained a bit of humanity, and did not really discuss this issue with Ning Zhi'an face to face.

After Ji Zhaoran left, Ning Zhi'an gently picked up the piece of paper, and his eyes fell on the few extra lines on the paper.

[Where did Ji Zhaoran, the bad embryo, take a fancy to me?]

1. Young and beautiful: He wants an old cow to eat young grass.

2. Lively and cute: He is old and likes to be more lively.

In the first two rows, Ji Zhaoran calmly ticked two check marks as if judging the test papers, marking:

——I don't know much about this, after all, I have never liked others before, and I don't really understand my own preferences.You can temporarily understand that Ji Zhaoran likes Ning Zhian's one, so your analysis is also correct.

In the third row, Ji Zhaoran left two lines of writing.

3. Fresh and delicious: He is obsessed with lust, and he will not hesitate to spend the rest of the day just to soak up my little fresh meat.

——This question, together with your confusion about my age, we can discuss in depth later.