BE Crazy Demon Survival System

Xu Qichen sat on the stool, holding a scrapped brush holder in his hand, and gently moved the charcoal in the basin.

The wind and snow had stopped outside the window, and the light of the snow shone through the paper window, illuminating the house.

He was originally very afraid of the cold, but he didn't expect that he would wear it until winter. In this era, there is neither floor heating nor air conditioning, so people just want to sleep in the quilt and don’t want to go anywhere else.

But when he thought that he would be killed by others in this world, Xu Qichen couldn't close his eyes, and he didn't feel lost in his heart.

The charcoal fire became more vigorous, and he stretched out his hand, leaning on the flickering flame, while roasting his hand, clearing his thoughts.

The first is the main task.

The death of Sun Lin is the ending of the original text of the novel, and the timeline is the most half year.

When his mother Sun Mengdie was working in a paper mill, he met Xie Rujun, the young master of Baicheng Foreign Company. But later things were broken, Master Xie valued the portal very much. In order to dismantle them, he lied to take Sun Mengdie to the Xie family to raise a baby, forcing Xie Rujun to agree to study in France. After he left, he immediately drove Sun Mengdie away.

When Xie Rujun came back, he was told that his mother and son had died because of dystocia. Master Xie also ordered someone to show him the grave of Sun Mengdie, which made him completely dead.

So...Sun Lin's existence is only known to those who participated in this scam.

A ball of sparks in the charcoal basin splashed on Xu Qichen's body. Xu Qichen stepped back, patted his gown, stood up, and walked to the mahogany bookcase to sit down.

Xie Rujun missed too much, and felt frustrated all the year round, suffering from illness, and finally died on the eve of Sun Lin's eighteenth birthday. The wife of Ming Media was not able to give birth to a man and a half daughter for him. In the eyes of outsiders, the incense of Xie's family was cut off.

Isn't it 18 years old this year? Xu Qichen had the final say, feeling uneasy in his heart.

Sun Lin was born in the early spring, so the time is not much. When the only seedling of the Xie family died, Master Xie, who valued the succession of the family, would definitely come to the Song family to find him back.

Xu Qichen regrets that when the novel was written, the structure was too large. When it was nearing its end, he fell ill again and stayed in the hospital for a few days, which caused the novel to end in a hurry. Many foreshadowings were broken. Even at the end, who killed Sun Lin didn't make it clear. At the beginning, the readers were still leaving comments in the comment area, thinking that he had made an open ending.

Do not live by committing evil. Xu Qichen felt that this sentence could basically be used as his life motto.

"0901, if the ending of the original text does not clearly point out the mastermind behind the scenes, does it mean that in this world, everyone has the possibility of killing Sun Lin."

0901 replied: "Yes, Mr. Xu, because you did not specify a murderer, we will not change your settings, so anyone is possible. In addition, I need to remind you that you made it in this world The plot changes may also affect the final killer."

Xu Qichen propped his forehead with his hands, and put his fingers into the hair.

Knowing that he will die, but not sure who will kill him.

This is too difficult.

Forget it, just ignore the main task, anyway, as long as you follow the original plot, he won't be killed before his life experience is revealed.

What about the secondary task?

Song Yuanyan.

Xu Qichen felt tricky when he thought of the way he was yesterday.

If he is really Sun Lin, that's all, he will only follow this Young Master Song desperately, thinking that he is the kindest and most distressing person in the world.

But he happened to be the original author, and he knew exactly what Song Yuanyan's character was.

This guy looks like a frail and sickly delicate young master, but in fact he is very scheming and hard to deal with.

The most troublesome thing is his feelings for Sun Lin. In the original text, he didn't have any affection for Sun Lin at first. He just grew up with him and was used to staying with him.

In the later period of the novel, due to various reasons, Song Yuanyan only understood his feelings for Sun Lin, so the emotional line of this novel has been weak, and it was not broken until the end.

This won't work. In the ending part, he is busy dodge the crisis so that he will not be killed. How can he still want to talk about feelings with him?

He had to make him like himself earlier. Xu Qichen struggled for a long time and came to such a conclusion.

"It's so difficult..." Xu Qichen got a headache when he thought of this, and he didn't want to get up on the table.

Xu Qichen accidentally knocked over the pen holder with all kinds of writing brushes, and Xu Qichen hurriedly packed them up, thinking that he had practiced the brush calligraphy for a year or two when he was a child, but now he hasn't written it for decades.

Sun Lin is not a genius, and he has not learned to write for a few years.

There is no character set bonus, just try it to see if the hand is born.

The inkstone was a little dry, Xu Qichen picked up Shi Yan, whirled it around and rubbed it a few times, then picked a little wolf, spread a piece of paper, and stained it with some ink.

What should I write?

Writers are most used to writing their own names.

When I wrote the pen, my hand stopped in midair as soon as I dropped a point.

Xu Qichen feels very wrong, this name is not from this world, it is too strange to write it out, in case someone discovers...

But the dots beside the words were already clicked, and it looked strangely uncomfortable.

Forget it.

With a weird mentality of self-deprecation, the tip of the pen moved below the point just now.

Point, horizontal hook, horizontal, vertical, scrolling, and pressing.

There was a slight pause in his hand, and a pretty finishing touch was completed.

Xu Qichen looked at the Song character carefully, and was quite satisfied, at least not feeling that all his previous skills were lost.

However, the initial point was originally intended to be a radical. It was written too far to the left and the whole layout was messed up.

Just write the name intact.

Xu Qichen bent down slightly, soaked in some ink, and finished writing the other two characters.

Yuan Yan.

Just as he was about to put down the pen and appreciate his handwriting, the door was suddenly opened, so scared that Xu Qichen couldn't hold his hand firmly, Xiaolanghao fell directly to the ground.

It is not someone else who opens the door, but the deity with the name on the paper.

Song Yuanyan wore a gray woolen coat with a checkered bib underneath. The quilted white shirt was tucked into the waistband, and the trouser legs were tucked into a pair of brightly polished riding boots, with his beautiful one. Face, full of broad style.

"what are you doing?"

Hearing Song Yuanyan's voice, Xu Qichen reacted. He immediately kneaded the paper on the table with his hands and hid quietly behind him, "It's nothing..."

"You are practicing calligraphy!" Song Yuanyan smiled and leaned over the table, "Let me see, what did you write?"

Xu Qichen laughed dryly, his hands holding the ball of paper were a little hot, "If you don't write well, please don't read it, Master."

Song Yuanyan frowned slightly, "Why don't you ask me to see, you don't do this normally." He sighed, "I'm afraid that I have a sweetheart, so let's sneak a picture of her in the room."

Song Yuanyan's thoughts were too deep, and Xu Qichen subconsciously wanted to guess the tone of the young master's words.

"What are you staring at me for?" Song Yuanyan looked at him across the table.

Xu Qichen then retracted his eyes, "Nothing."

Song Yuanyan touched his face, "Is there something on my face?"

Xu Qichen shook his head, "No."

Song Yuanyan heard it and curled up his lips, "Then...Do you think I look good?"

Song Yuanyan held the table with both hands and moved closer, stunned in front of Xu Qichen's face.

The distance was suddenly drawn closer, Xu Qichen stepped back subconsciously, looking at his clear eyes, and replied in a ghostly manner: "It looks good..."

Song Yuanyan seemed to be very satisfied with this answer, Xiao Huya showed out triumphantly, and added another sentence at the end, "You are also pretty."

Xu Qichen was a little uncomfortable, and couldn't tell why, and in a daze, Song Yuanyan grabbed his arm at once and quickly grabbed the paper in his hand.

bad.

It was fooled by him.

Song Yuanyan, who had grabbed the paper, had stepped back a few steps, hurriedly unfolding the crumpled Shengxuan.

Xu Qichen was a little anxious, but it was nothing else. Writing his name was originally not intended, so that it would not cause a huge misunderstanding. Thinking of this, I was going to grab the paper, but after only two steps after him, the other party actually bent over and coughed fiercely.

Xu Qichen hurried forward and patted him on the back, "It's okay, master."

Song Yuanyan moved the cat over, still coughing, "Water...I want to drink water..."

"Wait, I'm going to pour you tea." Xu Qichen quickly turned around and found the tea cup. He was holding the pot about to pour it. Suddenly, he felt something was wrong. He opened the ball of paper as if it were all right, and looked at the fire light carefully.

really……

Xu Qichen walked over with his fist clenched, grabbed the paper he had seen, and threw it into the charcoal bowl. Who would have thought that Song Yuanyan actually fished out the lighted paper, put it on the ground and trampled the fire out with golden leather boots, then picked it up babyfully, patted it with his hand, and folded it a few times. Arms.

"Why are you doing this? You have not burned the words."

What happened to me, you lied to me. Xu Qichen shot back in his heart.

Seeing Xu Qichen not speaking, Song Yuanyan leaned close to him with a smile, "When did you write so well, you must have been practicing secretly for a long time, right?"

Xu Qichen shook his head and said nothing.

Song Yuanyan laughed again, "Why do you write my name?"

Xu Qichen sighed, "If I said it was accidental, would you believe it?"

"Do you think I believe it?"

Xu Qichen shook his head, "I knew you didn't believe it."

Song Yuanyan was very happy. He didn't care about the reason for writing. He patted his chest, and the sound of paper rubbing was faintly audible, "No matter what, it's given to me."

"My name, although it's awkward, it looks pretty when written." Song Yuanyan glanced at Xu Qichen, his eyes curled slightly.

Speaking of his name, Xu Qichen subconsciously avoided his eyes and only changed the subject, "Is there anything wrong with the young master here?"

Song Yuanyan stretched his waist. Although he is a sick person, he is still half a head taller than Sun Lin. "It's really something. My mother arranged a few dates for me to meet at Deming Hotel. I was afraid that I might have a problem, so I asked you to go with me."

To accompany you on a blind date?

It seems that you really don't like me if you let me follow so generously.

Xu Qichen glanced at him, "Can I not go?"

Song Yuanyan thought he didn't believe it, "Go ask your mother, it was your mother who asked you to go." He kicked the charcoal basin lightly with his feet, "If you don't go, that's just right, I won't go either."

Xu Qichen sighed, "Let's go." As he said, he wanted to push the door, but Song Yuanyan pulled his arm. Xu Qichen turned his head and saw that he lowered his head and took off the black cashmere scarf between his neck, and handed it over, "It's snowing outside. Much colder than yesterday."

Xu Qichen hesitated for a moment, "I'm fine, the young master's illness has not yet recovered..."

However, Song Yuanyan smiled and held the scarf around him in circles, "It looks good with your long gown." After rationalizing Xu Qichen's skirt, "Let's go."

The car had already been prepared at the door. Before leaving, I met Mrs. Song who was about to go out to play cards. Mrs. Song specially stopped, and when Song Yuanyan walked over, she gathered his coat for him. Seeing that his neckline was empty, she glanced at him again. After a glance at Xu Qichen behind him, he felt clear, and called mother Zhang, "Go, get another scarf for the young master."

"Mother, I'm not cold."

Mrs. Song glared at him and groaned, "I coughed like that yesterday, and my throat is frozen again today. You, I won't be finished if I'm not angry."

Song Yuanyan smiled and let Mrs. Song wrap him another scarf.

Xu Qichen watched from the sidelines, with no fluctuations in his heart. Song Yuanyan pulled the car door and got in. Just about to follow, she was grabbed by Mrs. Song's hand full of jewels, and immediately stood up straight and turned around.

"A-Lin." She sorted out Xu Qichen's missing scarf, unwrapped it, and tied it again. "Wait a minute, you can mention a little young master next to you, the girls who are meeting this time. They are all carefully selected by me, especially the last Miss He, please make sure to serve me snacks, ah."

Choosing the word sounded strangely uncomfortable to Xu Qichen, but he also understood the other's motherly heart, so he smiled slightly, "Okay, madam."

A white mist formed on the window of the car, Xu Qichen stretched out his hand and wiped it, staring at the outside scenery from the small transparent part on that side. This was the first time he really saw the folklore scenery of the Republic of China period.

Street vendors, flower girls, a team of boatmen in jackets about to rush to the dock, and men, women and children waiting outside the stage.

It's so lively.

"What are you looking at? So ecstatic."

Xu Qichen turned his head and looked forward, "No." Glancing briefly, Yu Guang glanced at Song Yuanyan, he seemed to be busy doing something, holding a delicate small box in his hand with portraits of female stars of this era printed on his head. , I smelled a scent from a distance.

I wanted to ask, but felt bad, so I kept silent.

Maybe it's a gift for a girl?

Think about it carefully, the blind date is really in the original text, and in the end, Miss He seemed to become his fiancee.

Thinking of this, Xu Qichen glanced at Song Yuanyan.

The other party didn't take the small box this time, but folded a veil, stuffed it in the pocket above the coat, and then smiled at him.

Really dazzled his eyes. Xu Qichen turned his head away.

The car drove into the French Concession, and there were many more European-style buildings. The car slowly entered a French-style iron porch and stopped in front of a circular fountain.

Song Yuanyan opened the car door and went down. Xu Qichen was about to probe out when he saw a pair of leather gloves reaching out in front of him.

Not a girl. Xu Qichen didn't stretch out his hand, and walked out by himself, "Master, this gentleman's demeanor, I should leave it to the ladies who are waiting."

Lifting his foot to walk, his right foot limped a bit, not used to it, almost unable to stand firmly, only then understood Song Yuanyan's intention.

Song Yuanyan smiled and withdrew his hand, "How do I feel that your remark just now sounds sour and jealous?"

Xu Qichen glanced at him, "Master's illusion."

The two walked into the restaurant side by side. The foreman manager saw Song Yuanyan from a distance, and immediately put on a smiling face and greeted him, "Oh, four young men, what wind is blowing you here today."

Song Yuanyan nodded and smiled, "My mother has reserved a seat, please lead me."

The foreman yelled twice, then turned around and called someone, "Newcomer, go, get the book for the reservation."

A hairy boy in a hotel uniform trot over with a book and handed it to the foreman manager. The manager flipped through, "I found it, the private room on the second floor." He closed the book with a snap, "Two, please Right."

Song Yuanyan walked ahead, and Xu Qichen followed him.

The hairy boy just grabbed the foreman manager and asked in a low voice: "These four youngsters are following..."

The foreman slapped the kid on the head, "Stop talking nonsense, pour tea!"

The kid touched his head and sighed. He was about to leave, and was dragged back by the foreman manager. "When you pour tea later, be more respectful to that one."

"Isn't that a servant?"

The foreman glared at him, "Yes...no, anyway, you just need to call it out later."

The newcomer looked embarrassed, "What are you calling..."

The foreman rolled his eyes, "Brother Lin."

Entering the private room, Song Yuanyan felt a little hot, and a thin layer of sweat came out on her body, so she took off her coat, and the little girl waiting by the side was about to step forward and hang her coat, but Song Yuanyan stopped, "No need, put it on The sofa is fine."

Xu Qichen looked at him and always felt that there was a problem.

Probably it is too clear about this person's temperament, preconceived, and how to think there are problems.

It's long before lunch, and the lady who must have come is not here for dinner. Song Yuanyan only ordered Hulongjing, tilted Erlang's legs, and glanced at Xu Qichen, "Sit down."

Xu Qichen shook his head, "I stand fine."

"What's the matter with you?" Song Yuanyan dragged him to the sofa. "Anyone in Jiangqu City doesn't know the relationship between the two of us, and he doesn't care about etiquette."

Xu Qichen did nothing. After being pulled by him for a long time, there was a knock on the door. Xu Qichen quickly stood up and took a look.

At the door stood a young girl in a mink fur cloak, with triangular bangs on her forehead, her appearance was pure, and the maid behind her took off the cloak for her, revealing a beautiful concubine dress, gentle and pleasant.

The young lady walked in, Song Yuanyan also stood up very gentlemanly to greet her, until the lady walked to the opposite sofa.

"Miss Zhang, please sit down."

When the other party saw Song Yuanyan, he lowered his eyebrows with shame, and said softly: "Master Song has been waiting for a long time."

"It's okay," Song Yuanyan also sat down with a gentle and calm voice, "I heard that Ms. Zhang's ancestral home is Jiangzuo, and I think I should like to drink Longjing. I ordered a pot of my own, and I don't know whether the tea here is not in line with the lady's desire."

A pair of shy pears appeared at the corners of Miss Zhang's mouth, her eyes could not be separated from Song Yuanyan's face.

Xu Qichen glanced at Song Yuanyan, and said to his heart that if the tea is not agreeable, I am afraid that people are agreeable.

The other party was a very quiet girl, Song Yuanyan was quite good at talking, and a few words made the girl smile, but the more it was, the more things Xu Qichen felt.

How could it be so cooperative.

Do you really like this kind of boudoir girl? That would be difficult.

"I heard that Young Master Song was ill some time ago, and I don't know if his health is better."

Song Yuanyan was stunned, with a concealed look on his face, and smiled deliberately, "I have healed a long time ago. The little wind is cold, and the rumors and talks outside are exaggerated, miss you.

Miss Zhang concealed her face and smiled: "I said it was their nonsense."

"Yes, although I can't compare with the master of martial arts, but he is a seven-foot man, his body is..." Song Yuanyan was talking about the excitement, and he coughed, the more he coughed, the more he coughed, and one hand tightened Xu Qichen's gown.

"Master Song, take a sip of the tea and squeeze it down." Miss Zhang on the other side stood up slightly with a look of concern.

It finally started.

Song Yuanyan waved his hand, still coughing endlessly, his face flushed, and he was about to pick up the tea in front of him, but his hand shook, knocking the tea cup over, and the tea flowing all over the table. Holding Xu Qichen's gown with one hand and not letting go, the other hand fumbled in the coat, digging out his handkerchief to cover his coughing mouth.

"Master Song..."

Miss Zhang's face changed slightly, and she couldn't speak, looking at Xu Qichen.

What could Xu Qichen do? In order not to make Ms. Zhang think that the people of the Song family were also strange, she had to bend down and pat Song Yuanyan's back symbolically, and said without emotion, "Master, be careful."

Song Yuanyan coughed fiercely, took off the handkerchief, it was stained with bright red, and the corners of his mouth were also stained red.

This scene scared Miss Zhang's face to pale, and she covered her mouth and exclaimed, "This, this is coughing up blood? Young Master Song..."

Song Yuanyan's eyes also showed a hint of horror, and then quickly hid the handkerchief under the table, "It's okay, it's not blood. Miss, don't worry."

Installed. Then install.

Xu Qichen had no waves in his heart, and even wanted to laugh a little.

Ms. Zhang dropped the set honestly. Seeing the blood red on Song Yuanyan’s lips, she was really frightened. She drank all the tea in her cup, and then whispered: "Song, Master Song, I just remembered that, and I have to accompany you in the afternoon. My mother is really embarrassed to order a dress for her hometown..."

Song Yuanyan sighed, "Miss Zhang is leaving now?"

Miss Zhang stood up and nodded slightly, "I'm sorry, thank you for today's Young Master Song's tea." Then she left the table, took two steps and turned around again, with a worried look on her face, adding, "Master, take care. Body."

Song Yuanyan looked at Ms. Zhang with a look of reluctance, until the other person walked out of the room, and then sat down again, looked at Xu Qichen and began to laugh.

Can still laugh. Xu Qichen sighed.

"Sit down." Song Yuanyan dragged Xu Qichen to the sofa again. Xu Qichen was really tired from standing. This time he didn't resist, so he took a break.

"Are you not worried about me?" Song Yuanyan put his face in front of Xu Qichen, but Xu Qichen took the handkerchief he was holding from the table and waved in front of Song Yuanyan.

A scent of flowers floated in the air.

Song Yuanyan smiled, "I know I can't hide it from you."

Xu Qichen stretched out his finger, smeared the red on the handkerchief, and twisted it with his fingertips.

"Thanks to what you thought, use osmanthus oil to dissolve the rouge."

Song Yuanyan raised his eyebrows triumphantly, and a touch of rouge on his lips made Xu Qichen accidentally distracted and thought of the last world.

"I'm in a daze again."

Xu Qichen put his handkerchief away, "Don't scare people anymore." He glanced at the table, and there were no tissues.

So he tugged on his sleeves, supported Song Yuanyan’s chin with one hand, and wiped the rouge off his mouth with the cuff with the other. More."

Song Yuanyan suddenly grabbed Xu Qichen's hand, "So what?"

Xu Qichen was stunned.

Too close, this distance.

"It's always bad to make people misunderstand." Xu Qichen released the hand that held Song Yuanyan's chin.

"I am not afraid of misunderstandings."

Xu Qichen wanted to say something. Suddenly he heard the sound of something falling at the door. Turning around, he saw a lady with beautiful curly hair permed and wearing a beige woolen suit squatting on the ground, picking up a small burgundy purse, The expression was very embarrassing.

Xu Qichen suddenly realized that he got up from the sofa.

Speaking of misunderstanding, the misunderstanding will come.

However, this young lady also came too early...

Song Yuanyan laughed at Yan Yan, "You are Miss Lin."

Miss Lin's face was a little red, but she was different from the talented Miss Zhang, "Yes."

Xu Qichen looked at the young lady's red ears and thought about seeing their posture from the angle of the door.

Too ambiguous.

"Please come in."

"No." Miss Lin took a half step back, her face was a bit disdainful, "I was interested in Young Master Song, so I arrived here earlier, but now it seems that we are not suitable. I will go back. Explain to mother."

Pride is a little arrogant, but it's quite simple.

Song Yuanyan raised his eyebrows and smiled, leaning on the sofa in a pleased manner, watching Miss Lin leave.

Xu Qichen sighed and became his accomplice by accident.

All of a sudden, the two girls who came to the blind date ran away.

Only the two of them were left in the private room. Song Yuanyan lazily took out a pocket watch from his arms, "Oh, it's only 4:10 in the afternoon. The last lady made an appointment at 5:30, enough to wait." The waiter was called, "Serve some of your delicious snacks here."

The little girl was a little embarrassed, "Master, we have a lot of snacks here. Which kind do you want?"

Song Yuanyan thought for a while, "I'll be as sweet as I can."

Xu Qichen glanced at him, and happened to meet Song Yuanyan's eyes. He smiled at him, eyebrows curled up, "Sit, let's wait while eating."

Xu Qichen sat opposite this time and didn’t eat much at noon. She was indeed a little hungry now. The little girl quickly brought a few delicate pastries, and Song Yuanyan piled up in front of Xu Qichen, “Eat this, this plum cake is their restaurant. Specially invited Gusu's pastry chef to make it, it is fragrant and waxy, and this, this Longjing crisp..."

Xu Qichen looked at the man in front of him across the table, but couldn't say what he wanted to say.

"Don't you want to eat these?" Song Yuanyan clapped his hands again, and the boy who had just handed over the book downstairs came back, nodding and bowing over.

"Here, do you have any special confession today?"

Boy Mao scratched his head, "Today...today is the winter solstice..."

When Xu Qichen heard this, he suddenly curled up his mouth and beckoned to him. The boy immediately went over when he saw it, smiling flatteringly, "Brother Lin, what would you like to order?"

Xu Qichen motioned for him to come over, the boy bent over and leaned over, Xu Qichen said softly, and he smiled and nodded, "I see, wait."

He turned his head and saw Song Yuanyan, and he didn't know whether it was his illusion or something. He always felt that the young master's eyes were not friendly.

"what happened to you?"

Song Yuanyan replied in a dull voice, "It's nothing, it's uncomfortable."

"Where is it uncomfortable?"

Song Yuanyan was lying sickly on the table, without answering any questions.

He started to pretend to be sick again, Xu Qichen thought to himself, and put a piece of Longjing Crispy in his mouth. It was delicious.

"Is it delicious?"

Xu Qichen nodded, "It's okay."

Song Yuanyan was still lying on his stomach, but tilted his head and pressed his chin against the back of his hand, "Give me a piece."

Xu Qichen originally asked him to do it himself, but when he saw the expression in his eyes, he felt familiar and a little unbearable.

So he stretched out his finger, took a small piece of Longjing crisp, half stood up, and sent it to Song Yuanyan's mouth.

The corner of the other party's mouth curled up, opened his mouth contentedly, and ate the cake in his hand, his lips held his index finger for half a second intentionally or unintentionally.

Xu Qichen was stunned and withdrew his hands.

The fingertips are a little wet.

After a while, the hairy boy came in with a smile, holding two delicate small porcelain bowls in his hands, laying them on the table, "The two have been waiting for a long time."

Xu Qichen smiled at him, "Thank you, you go."

"okay."

There was a hot mist on the side of the bowl. Song Yuanyan straightened up and took a look. There were actually five fat dumplings in the bowl.

"Why eat this?"

"Well in the winter solstice, aren't we just eating glutinous rice balls?" Xu Qichen picked up the spoon, "try it."

Song Yuanyan heard him say this, and took a bite of a dumpling with a spoon.

The black sesame fillings flowed out of the white glutinous rice balls.

Song Yuanyan didn't like the taste very much, so he panicked, put the remaining half of the glutinous rice **** back into the bowl, took a sip of tea and pressed it down.

Seeing Xu Qichen lower his head to eat with relish, "You like this stuffing."

"Yeah." Xu Qichen was about to be unable to suppress the smile at the corner of his mouth, and the tip of the spoon pierced a white glutinous rice ball, and a black stream of sweet smell came out from it.

"I like this stuffing best."

Song Yuanyan was stunned, silent, and took another sip of tea.

You come to me for a few rounds, and it's impossible to say who wins and who loses.