Chapter 13: The Unjust Turtle and Its Useless Host
After solving his physiological problems and returning to his room, Song Zhexia wanted to take another nap.
But that bastard wasn't sleepy at all. He just sat by the bed with a book in his hand and looked at her coldly.
Just like a ferocious beast staring at its prey, there was a strong sense of hostility between his eyebrows and eyes.
Song Zhexia, who was extremely sleepy, pretended not to see anything and fell asleep immediately after Xianyu lay down.
If you want to die, just die. It is better to die in sleep than to die in wakefulness!
In a daze, she suddenly heard the boy's faint voice in her ears, "Xia Xia."
Wei Jinyou sat on the edge of the bed, watching Song Zhexia lying peacefully while he was still flipping through a book. The more he thought about it, the more upset he became, so he simply came over and patted her face.
After patting him twice, Song Zhexia turned over and curled up into a ball, pushing the boy off the bed.
Wei Jinyou's face looked even worse, and a deep blue light burst out from his fingertips, covering the girl.
Feeling her body getting hotter and hotter, Song Zhexia woke up from her sleep, with a little red at the corners of her eyes. When she met the boy's sinister eyes, the corners of her mouth twitched heavily.
Here we go again, here we go again.
This old dog has always been moody and likes to make trouble for people when he is in a bad mood.
If you have mental problems, you should get treatment. Why torture yourself all the time? !
Turtle:?
You two are the same, how dare you say that someone is in a bad mental state?
"Brother Wei." Song Zhexia couldn't break through Wei Jinyou's barrier, so she had to beg for mercy with tears in her eyes, "Don't do this, I'm so hot."
The young man stared into her moist eyes for a while, then put her down expressionlessly, "Xia Xia, practitioners must not be lazy, lest they lose at the starting line."
"I know, senior brother." Song Zhexia replied dejectedly.
[Haha, what's wrong with me lying down? I've been through a lot, but I'm still serving someone superior.]
[It is better to lose at the starting line than at the finish line!]
Wei Jinyou: “…”
If this woman was really sent by that gang, then she is really hopeless.
The turtle lay peacefully on the side, chewing grass while watching Song Zhexia being forced to stand up, with a relieved smile on his face.
Sure enough, this rebellious host still needs to be forced.
[Favorability Task: Comb the male protagonist's hair and prepare a loving breakfast.]
Song Zhexia:?
Go to hell with her. She won't serve Wei Goubi even if she jumps off from here.
[Rewards: Increased cultivation, 100* fine elixirs, 30000 spirit stones. ]
Song Zhexia jumped up from the bed and pressed Wei Jinyou in front of the dressing table. He looked at him lovingly with a sweet but not greasy voice, "Brother Wei~"
Wei Jinyou: ...
Is it his imagination?
This woman was lying on the bed in a trance one second, and then she suddenly looked at him and smiled the next second?
The blood python in the boy's sleeve couldn't help but complain, "Master, could this woman really be crazy?"
Wei Jinyou pursed his lips and remained silent, patiently watching what Song Zhexia wanted to do.
He tensed his body and stared at the girl in the mirror warily, only to see her start to comb her hair. She said gently, "Brother Wei, let me comb your hair for you."
At this moment, the boy was stunned for a moment and his eyelashes trembled slightly when Song Zhexia's soft little hand touched his head.
The next second, he suddenly felt a chill on his head.
[It's over! I mistook the razor for a comb!]
Wei Jinyou: “…”
He stared at the large bald spot on his head in the mirror. His brows suddenly sank, his fingertips lit up, and he began to work on that area.
Half an incense stick of time later, Song Zhexia looked at the dog man's restored hair, picked up the comb again, and combed it carefully, "Brother Wei, please tell me if I hurt you."
Wei Jinyou blinked and said nothing.
He thought to himself, how painful could it be to comb my hair?
A moment later, someone who felt his scalp was about to be pulled off gritted his teeth and said, "Song Zhexia."
"Do you want to comb your hair or chop it off?"
Song Zhexia rubbed his hands and smiled shyly, "I'm sorry, Senior Brother, I didn't control the strength well."
[Damn, this old dog has so much hair. If I pluck some of it, I should be able to sell it for a good price, right?!]
Wei Jinyou: “…”
After combing Wei Jinyou's hair, Song Zhexia considerately tied it into a crooked high ponytail.
The boy looked in the mirror with disgust on his face, and then he did it again himself.
After Wei Jinyou was satisfied with the treatment, Song Zhexia dragged him to the kitchen, took out some mushrooms that had been stored for a long time and started tinkering with them.
The boy just stood aside and looked at her quietly.
After observing for a while, he immediately realized that Song Zhexia had no talent in cooking.
But someone is totally unaware of this, he is not good at cooking and he loves to flip the pan.
As the pot was shaking, it landed on Wei Jinyou's face.
His face was dark, and there was a hint of murderous intent in his eyes. The girl picked up a pure white handkerchief and wiped his face. He asked nervously, "Brother Wei, you are not dead, are you?"
The latter had a sullen face and said nothing, as if asking her if she could be more convincing.
Seeing that the young man was silent, Song Zhexia smiled with a hint of embarrassment. He picked up a piece of mushroom with chopsticks and said flatteringly, "Brother Wei, do you want to try it?"
Wei Jinyou sneered, "Senior Brother is not hungry."
Song Zhexia paused, then pretended to be obedient and said, "I made it especially for you, just have a taste~"
Wei Jinyou said nothing, using silence to express his refusal.
Song Zhexia had a smile on his face, but the villain in his heart was trying hard to beat him up.
[Hehe, you old dog, what do you mean, you don’t trust my cooking skills?!]
Song Zhexia ignored the sullen-looking man, picked up the chopsticks and tasted it lightly.
After chewing a few bites, she foamed at the mouth and fell on the boy.
"Master, she fainted!" the blood python on the boy's sleeve exclaimed.
Wei Jinyou: “…”
Does she really not know that her cooking skills are as good as poison?
When Turtle saw this, he closed his eyes in pain.
As expected, one has to push the host to realize how useless she is.
At the same time, Turtle heard the prompt sent by the system——
[Achieved title: The unjust turtle and its useless host. 】
It is not very harmful and extremely insulting.
...
When Song Zhexia woke up again, he looked weak and had no strength in his body.
Beside her, a young man was holding a pen, drawing talismans seriously.
The light and shadow streaming in from the window illuminated the boy's sharp profile, flickering faintly in his eyes, brightly alluring.
It was the first time that Song Zhexia saw him so focused, and she moved closer to take a closer look out of curiosity.
She was so engrossed in watching that she didn't notice that she was sitting in his arms.
In an instant, the boy's eyelids twitched heavily.
The back of the person in his arms was pressed against his chest. He could feel the softness and fragrance of the girl. He was unable to concentrate for a moment and his breathing became heavier.
Someone didn't notice his change and was also drawing on paper with a pen in his hand.
[Turtle, look, does this dog look like Wei Jinyou?]