I Wasn’t Born Lucky

Xiao Li ended the copy of Soul Gathering Village and returned to reality. The original blank piece of paper fell from the air to the tabletop, with a wet paw print on it.

The little black cat broke away from the yellow notebook, landed lightly on the ground, and jumped onto the desk flexibly, shaking his hair.

Originally, it was soaked in rain, but after being rubbed by a small yellow book, it came out again. The hair on its body was actually dry, and it was fluffy upright, like a small coal ball.It raised its head and looked around curiously, then sniffed the piece of paper with its nose, and stretched out its right paw, which just pressed against the paw print of the blank piece of paper, the shape and size perfectly matched.

Little black cat: "Meow."

At the same time, Xiao Huang, who returned to the desktop, shook a bit, and a simultaneous translation emerged: [Thank you.

Xiao Li was cute by the ending sound. He was worried that the little black cat would catch a cold if it was soaked in the rain and not dried in time. He didn't expect that this kind of plot creature would automatically return to its original state after leaving the dungeon world.

He looked at the little black cat and reached out to touch the fluffy dumpling's head.

For the first time, the little black cat touched it.

In the second time, the little black cat turned his head, Xiao Li's fingers rubbed his ear tips, he called again, jumped to the window, and sat side by side on the balcony with the doll made by Tan Li, watching Ye Hua downstairs opened her mouth wide, showing two small fangs, and yawned.

Xiao Li turned his attention from the little black cat back, flipped the little yellow book forward, and watched its large and large confession, Xiao Li said, "...shut up."

The remaining rain dripped from his fingertips on the yellow notebook, and was sucked in in an instant.

Xiao Huang Ben: [Do you want me to shut up?

[It’s fine if you kiss me, so I will be busy feeling the heat and sweetness of your lips, like drinking a spoonful of honey, throwing in it wholeheartedly, and I won’t want to say any more.

[If this is the case, it doesn't matter if I don't speak forever.

Xiao Li:???

One second is good, do you want to kiss forever?

Xiao Huangben felt the drop of rain and thought of something, and immediately changed his conversation: [You just got caught in the rain, go take a shower, or you will get sick.

The wind blew in from the wide open window, and Xiao Li shuddered. He closed his yellow notebook, untied his soaked clothes, and walked into the bathroom.

There were other things in Juhun Village that distracted him before, but now that he returned to the real world, Xiao Li felt cold and sticky, and very uncomfortable.

He took off his clothes soaked in the rain, took a hot bath, and walked out after the coldness on his body subsided.

The temperature of the hot water successfully warmed up to the low temperature on Xiao Li's body. With the warmth that had just come out of the bathroom, he got directly into the quilt and slept.

In that long-lost dream, the unknown man appeared again.

Xiao Li vaguely discovered that the chain on his wrist had been untied, and it seemed that his range of movement had expanded from the bed to the entire room-but he was very sleepy now and didn't want to get out of bed.

So he just rolled over and hit the man's arms.

The other party adjusted his posture so that he could sleep better. At the same time, he patted his back with his hand and leaned against the bedside looking at Xiao Li.

I don’t know how long it took, until Xiao Li almost fell asleep before he heard the person’s sweet voice ringing in his ears: "You really don't remember me, do you?"

"But I still remember you."

"Although you have forgotten me and our first encounter, those may be trivial to you." The man's tone was calm, but it sounded a little depressed for some reason, like an iceberg under the sea," But I remember it in my heart."

He still remembers a lot.

He lowered his head and put his forehead on the young man's forehead. They were very close now, but he didn't really kiss it.

The man just looked at him, then pressed his finger on the other's lips, curled up the corners of his lips and smiled, not tossing about it anymore.

Because of this, this dream passed quickly.

In the next morning, Xiao Li not only did not remember the dream last night, he almost forgot where he was-because he had a fever for a long time.

Although the physique of the second young master of the Xiao family is not as good as that of an athlete, it is extremely difficult to get sick from childhood.

He was lying on the bed groggy, the doll stood on the table, rolled a towel from the bathroom with his hair, and covered Xiao Li's forehead.

Zhou Ying’s cell phone automatically called up the WeChat interface and sent a message to Zheng Yi’s WeChat to ask for leave.

The little black cat who was sleeping in the shape of a glutinous rice ball woke up and licked its paws and pushed Xiao Li's face. After being scalded by the temperature, it rubbed the tip of its relatively cold nose.

Little yellow book on the table: [...really sick?I didn't expect human beings to be so fragile, like porcelain dolls... but their faces were all red, very weak and cute.

[But it still feels distressed, this emotion prevails, and it distresses, why didn’t he hold the umbrella that night?You still have to take care of it, you have to watch it carefully.

These two messages only appeared for a moment, and they were erased by itself.

Xiao Li opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling above his head, and felt it was spinning, so he closed his eyes again, ready to take a nap and get through it-but this time his sleep did not last long, and another knock came from the door. With the sound of the door, the man knocked lightly three times and opened the door.

The knock on the door was really faint, and Xiao Li was awake for only three seconds before falling asleep again.

The door opened by itself, and a handsome young man walked in. It was Xiao Li's deskmate Shen Mirage.

He didn't know how to walk in, and the servants and butlers in the hall turned a blind eye to him. After he came in, the three ghosts in the room quietly retreated and hung on the lawn outside the villa to watch the scenery.

Shen Mirchi stretched out a hand and placed it on the forehead of the boy on the bed.

His body temperature was very cold, and it was as low as a ghost. For Xiao Li, the effect was similar to that of an ice pad, but it was not as good as it was. It completely calmed Xiao Li's discomfort.

The young man closed his eyes and didn't see what he had done. A faint black air was sucked from the young man's eyebrows-almost instantaneously. Xiao Li's original sorrowful face turned back to its usual naturalness, and his breathing was also It has stabilized a lot.

Look at it for a while... and leave before he wakes up.

Shen Mirage found an excuse for himself.

He tucked the quilt for Xiao Li and adjusted the angle of the pillow behind his head. Then he leaned on the bed and held the boy's hand.

It's a real touch.

Shen Mirage thought happily, it was much better than the feeling in the dream-even though the dream he created was real, it was only a finger in the reality of this man.

Even if he just looked at him like this from a distance, he didn't want to laugh all the time, as if someone had put countless candy in his heart.

——This also caused him to just want to watch for a while, and leave before Xiao Li woke up. As a result, one did not pay attention. The sky outside the window was getting dark. The person on the bed opened his eyes, but he was still here.

Xiao Li felt that he had slept long enough this time, but the treatment effect seemed to be good, and his head was not dizzy at all. He felt that he could hit five now!

But when the person by the bed came into view, Xiao Li was shocked for a moment: "...Shen Mirage?"

How could this guy be by his bed?

The young man pursed his lips, his complexion is always cold, he nodded to answer Xiao Li's words.

"Why are you here?" Xiao Li sat up halfway from the bed, looked around, and asked questioningly.

Shen mirage's words are like gold: "I will ask you to review."

Xiao Li: "...?"

Does he seem to be such a person who loves learning?

Shen Mirage: "We are at the same table for the final exam, and the teacher asked me to tuition for you."

Xiao Li picked up the phone from the pillow, and saw that the upper row was all WeChat messages sent by Zheng Yi: [Fuck, Xiao Li, what's wrong with you?

[Why did an item suddenly appear in my mobile phone, no source, no mobile phone number, and a WeChat that I haven’t added before, but the avatar is still black — it said to me "please ask Xiao Li for a leave"?!

Xiao Li: "..."

He put down his phone, adjusted his expression, and said to Shen Mirage: "Then how did you come in?"

The youth's shirt curled up to his elbow fell off: "I said I'm looking for you, so I just came in."

Xiao Li thought it was Xu Mei who was at home, and when he saw Shen Mirage, he let him in. He didn't think much about it. He just relaxed a little and asked casually: "When did you come?"

Because of his movement, the neckline of the nightgown opened wide, revealing a slender collarbone and shoulders.

Shen Mirage moved his eyes away: "...just now."

Xiao Li didn't have any doubts, he walked out of the bed and didn't evade Shen Mirage. In his opinion, Xiao Huangben's kind of weirdness has existed for thousands of years. Shen Mirage is his classmate, and the two have no connection. .As a boy, it's normal to play basketball and even take a bath together. He got up and said, "It's fine for tutoring. You can make an appointment for games."

Shen Mirzhi's voice is a little muffled, "Okay."

There have always been many games in Xiao Li's room, but no one came, he played online games and teamed up, and now with Shen Mizhi, those games finally have their usefulness.

While Xiao Li and Shen Mirage’s Nest were playing games in the room--

Outside of Xiao's Villa.

A middle-aged man stepped on a black shadow under his feet, and the black shadow pointed directly at the window of Xiao Li's room.

He is a cultivator, and he can naturally see the abnormality in that room, saying that ghosts are not like ghosts, but also like immortals-the black shadow under his feet envelops his entire body and leads him into the backyard of Xiao's villa.

The ghost connection belonging to Mr. Ye is nearby, and it seems to be covered by something——

The middle-aged man walked around a flowerbed, raised his eyes to look into the window, and suddenly looked at a doll.

man:???

A faint light flashed in Tan Li Wushen's pupils, and its hair grew longer, looking greedily at the man...the black shadow at his feet.