Transmigrating into the Villain’s Demon-Revealing Mirror

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Ji Huan looks too pitiful. He shrank into a ball, biting his fingers and squeezing the pain, he had to hold it hard and not dare to breathe too hard. After two visits, my eyes were turned red without any surprise.

Feng Chi let go, seemingly smiling: "Big man can, no breathing is heard."

Ji Huan slapped him on the face, sniffed his nose, and put on a nasal voice in his speech, "You are intentional, Feng Chi you are an asshole."

Feng Chi took his hand, and then rubbed his finger against the corner of his eye. It was just a little bit red, but the tears did not fall. He bounced on Ji Huan's head and whispered: "Curse again and think about what to eat tonight?"

Ji Huan shut his mouth obediently.

He has no money and can't order takeaway. He also has no ability to make dinner. So we can only rely on Feng Chi. Ji Huan scolded Feng Chi in his heart, and finally sealed Feng Chi with a flattering and soft smile, "Feng Chi, you are the best, the best in the world, love you."

I also compared my heart with fingers wrapped in sausage.

Feng Chi's inexpressible expression. However, when he walked into the kitchen, his eyes fell on the fish fillets, and he couldn't help but recall the smile of Ji Huan. Pinching his eyebrows, he began to cook with his eyes down.

Feng Chi cooks dishes very quickly and moves very skillfully. Although Ji Huan was injured, he still grilled the door to watch him make boiled fish and braised prawns. When the man squinted at the shrimp line, it was obviously a simple movement, but unexpectedly it made people feel good for years. Ji Huan blinked and wanted to help a little. However, when I thought about my frizzy temperament and movements, I still took back this less mature idea.

Ji Huan looked seriously, but behind him suddenly the doorbell rang. He quickly shouted: "Feng Chi, someone rings the doorbell."

"Send something, you open the door."

When Ji Huan heard the words, she obediently opened the door. As Feng Chi said, the courier brother standing outside the villa area. When he saw Ji Huan appearing in front of him, he was stunned and took a step back to look at the house number. He thought this was indeed Mr. Feng's house. But how come another face?

Ji Huan noticed that his expression was a little weird. He glanced back and happened to Feng Chi walked to the living room with a plate. The man said, "Yes, you just signed the name.

The courier brother saw that Feng Chi appeared, and without saying a word, handed the small box in his hand to Ji Huan, and said: "This gentleman just signed your name."

Ji Huan signed his name and took the express. However, when he handed the courier to Feng Chi, the other party said: "Buy it for you, dismantle it yourself."

"Did you buy something for me?" Ji Huan held the carton and looked down at the delivery note first, with no objects marked on it. Without hesitation, he went to the kitchen and found a kitchen knife to unpack. Feng Chi took a look at his movements and bounced. Without saying a word, he took the knife from him.

Quickly opened the small carton outside, and Feng Chi handed him the contents.

It is a mobile phone with a silver-white shell. Ji Huan of the same style was seen in Feng Chi's hands.

He was holding his mobile phone, a little excited. Feng Chi is really caring and can even think of his mobile phone. Looking at Shang Fengchi's gaze, Ji Huan thought for a long time before seriously saying, "You can rest assured that I will definitely learn how to cook."

Because he bought a mobile phone for Ji Huan, Ji Huan had to learn how to cook to reward him.

Feng Chi's mouth twitched: "You are the best reward for being quiet."

Feng Chi did not mean to despise Ji Huan when he said this. Just thinking of what happened today, he deeply felt that Ji Huan entered the kitchen to challenge his mental endurance. Once or twice, okay, if the number is more, I am afraid that even he will have to produce kitchen PTSD.

Ji Huan looked at the seal for a long time, and confirmed that the other party was not talking, and his shoulders were pulled down. "You look down on me, I know."

Feng Chi: "I'm doing it for you. Play games when you have nothing to do, and I will charge you money."

As long as you don't enter the kitchen.

Ji Huan: "..." has a feeling of being despised, but ... what's wrong with playing games?

The dishes in the evening are very delicious. The boiled fish is red and bright, and the sliced ​​fish is thinly sliced, which is easy to taste. Pulling aside the chili, Ji Huan picked up a piece of fish and put it in Feng Chi's bowl. He looked seriously at Shang Feng's puzzled look: "You eat, eat more. Then I just played a game, you said Do n’t forget to charge money. "

Feng Chi: "..."

Feng Chi was too lazy to pay attention to Ji Huan's words and clipped the fish fillets into his mouth. The fish fillet is soft and tender, with the spicy chilli, and it tastes great. Feng Chi glanced at Ji Huan. The teenager was eating hard, probably too spicy, and he was sweating a lot, eating hissing for a while, and then digging into the kitchen to find cold water to drink. After dinner, Ji Huan was lazy on the sofa.

He ate too much, sweated again, and wanted to lie down without moving. Feng Chi put the kitchen in order and put the cleaned tableware back in the cabinet. Only then entered the living room. His eyes fell on Ji Huan. He reached over and touched Ji Huan's lips. "Swollen?"

Ji Huan licked his lips, "The boiled fish is so spicy, it would be nice if there was a glass of ice coke."

"Drinking cola is bad for your health."

Ji Huan blinked and rejoiced, "Are you monsters also enjoying the saying of human beings? Coke kills fine?"

Feng Chi: "... Shut up."

Feng Chi was probably annoyed and angry. His eyes crossed from Ji Huan and fell on the TV. The TV set was opened by Ji Huan, and the channel was tuned casually. However, Feng Chi took it very seriously. Ji Huan stretched his neck and looked at his expression twice, as if he wanted to see if he was really watching TV seriously, or because he was annoyed by what he said, he deliberately went down a step.

Facts have proved that Ji Huan is not bad at all. Feng Chi was embarrassed. When the man noticed that he was looking at the past, he immediately reached out and covered his eyes without saying anything. Ji Huan had already figured out Feng Chi's move long ago. Covering his eyes as if he would not be embarrassed.

Self-deception! Cover your ears and steal bells!

Ji Huan pulled the grip on his eyes down and comforted him with a smile: "It's okay to drink a bottle, you can't kill too much."

Feng Chi looked at the sausage-like finger and poked at the back of his hand, raised his eyebrows, and waited for Ji Huan to work hard, but let go of his hand first. He pressed Ji Huan's hand aside expressionlessly, stood up and looked at him condescendingly, "Finger no longer hurt? No Coke to drink, go to bath and sleep."

Ji Huan was still holding on, not wanting to move at all, and even wanted to lie on the sofa and sleep directly: "Let me lie down for a while, I'm so tired."

"Get up, smelly sweat."

"You're so stinky and sweaty, where did I stink." Ji Huan deliberately shook the loose pajamas, and the wind puffed up and slapped his head against Chifeng late. However, the disgusted person didn't back away, but his eyebrows were wrinkled and tightened.

Ji Huan noticed his expression, hummed, and finally got up from the sofa. He really doesn't smell. He used to live in a dormitory for a year before going to college. In the summer, the boy in the bed next door smelled sweaty. He couldn't smell anything. Only the smell of laundry detergent on his clothes would dissipate. In response, the boy next door was shocked for a long time.

His eyes rolled round for a while, Ji Huan suddenly jumped up and pinched the corner of his clothes and swept across Feng Chi's face, and then immediately ran away. However, his speed is not as fast as Feng. The man stretched out his hand and pressed his butterfly bone to press him. The sloppy Ji Huan was like a little milk cat who was pinched in the back of her neck, shrunk into a ball and dared not move.

"Why, why?" He glanced quietly at himself and Feng Chi at the moment. When he jumped up, he was held down by Feng Chi, just like Feng Chi's hug, with one leg against the man's abdomen. The movement is very strange, not straight at all.

Feng Chi didn't speak, and Ji Huan quietly tipped off the couch with his toes, whispering: "You let go. I'm sweaty all over, and you don't feel bad about holding it."

Feng Chidan swept his feet lightly, held his ankle in his left hand to prevent him from kicking, and said calmly, "Don't you say you don't smell? I feel it up close."

Ji Huan: "..."

He flinched again, trembling like, "Do you feel it now? You can put me down after feeling it. I'm going to take a shower."

Ji Huan never felt that his ankle temperature could be so high. Or it can be said that he had never noticed that Feng Chi's body temperature was so high.

The temperature rising from the ankle is attached to the skin one inch by inch, flowing into the blood vessels, and flowing hot with the blood, flowing through every part of the body, not leaving any corner.

In just a few seconds, as if half of his life had passed, Ji Huan became more embarrassed. Fortunately, Feng Chi finally let go. However, before Ji Huan responded, he took Ji Huan's collar and walked to the bathroom, pushing people into his room. He said: "There are no daily necessities in the bathroom of the guest room. You wash it with me first. Cover you with a quilt. "

Ji Huan grabbed the door with one hand and rubbed his ankles with his bare feet. "I can do it myself. I will make the bed."

Feng Chi Random yelled, rushed Ji Huan into the bathroom and went to the guest room. The quilt was dried by him today, with a corner flattened, the bedding was soft and dry, exuding the smell of the sun. Feng Chi stared at the light-colored bed and went to the storage room.

There is a small doll in the storage room, which was sent by the store when the monsters of the Demon Administration Bureau went to dinner. Song Shujing these monsters probably wanted to read jokes, so he threw this white lop rabbit. In their words, this is called contrast.

The lop-eared rabbit was very clean, but Feng Chi still wiped it symbolically and put it on the pillow at the head of the bed.

After doing all this, he returned to the bedroom. Ji Huan was forced into by him, and he didn't bring any clothes. Feng Chi just came to the bay window and heard a click on his ear, and the bathroom door was opened. He looked back, a head sticking out. Ji Huan's hair was lying on his forehead softly, with flushing hot water flowing through his face. He whispered, "I didn't take clothes and shorts."

Feng Chi's narrow and long eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyes followed the drops of water on his forehead across his cheeks, dripping onto Ji Huan's collarbone. At that moment, Feng Chi suddenly felt dry. He looked away and responded softly, turning to get Ji Huan's pajamas.

Handing the pajamas and unopened shorts to Ji Huan, he remembered something, and before Ji Huan had retracted, he asked, "Are your fingers wet?"

Ji Huan unconsciously reached out his left hand. The bedroom door was squeezed into more gaps, and the dazzling white suddenly broke into Feng Chi's eyes, unprepared. Ji Huan didn't pay attention, only stretched his fingers to let Feng Chi look at him, "Not wet? Don't wash your hair today, and wait until your fingers are ready."

Feng Chi glanced at him quietly, his throat rolling, and only a moment later dumbly asked: "Shall I wash it for you? Your fingers won't be better tomorrow."