BL | Little Cub [Rebirth]

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Chapter 3 The Devil
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Ji Ran slept lightly that night.

Leaving home and being alone alone makes it somewhat difficult to sleep, and there seems to be no movement downstairs in the dim consciousness. Ji Ran squinted her eyes, and went downstairs after washing at almost seven o'clock, only to find that Fu Yanbai was already in the restaurant.

"Woke up?"

Ji Ran subconsciously glanced at the living room, there was a plush blanket scattered on the sofa, and the lychee skin was slightly dented.

Fu Yanbai probably came home not long ago, so he just lay on the sofa for a while, and didn't go back to his room.

"Well, early."

Ji Ran led the schoolbag with one hand and walked towards the door, when the deep voice came up from behind.

Fu Yanbai: "Auntie won't arrive until evening, what do you have for breakfast?"

Ji Ran twisted the door lock, but found that it couldn't be opened, and a dog had already sprung out by his leg.

The rabbit's head has already put a collar around its neck, and it is firmly guarding the gate. If it wants to go out of this gate, it must be a brother's intention.

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As a last resort, Ji Ran could only go back to the dining room, pull out a chair and sit down.

He was still holding the schoolbag in his hand, and looked like he would leave after taking a bite. He lowered his head and said, "Egg tarts, small cakes or something."

Fu Yanbai gave his hand to open the refrigerator.

Ji Ran's eyes flicked quickly, and he said again: "Whatever."

"I asked my aunt to buy some tonight. I don't eat sweets, sorry."

One-third of a piece of toast was cut out, and a simple fried poached egg and two slices of ham, Fu Yanbai served on the table with a white porcelain plate: "I'll make it, I'll send you to report after eating, take your things with you."

"You don't eat sweets?"

Ji Ran stared blankly, her thoughts still stuck in the previous sentence.

It's been too long since I was at the same table with Fu Yanbai. The memories of the past are like balls of thread that cannot be sorted out. He can't remember these details for a long time: "Then"

Fu Yanbai brought two glasses of milk: "Your mother said you love cakes."

Ji Ran: "Oh."

The young master put down his schoolbag, picked up the toast in front of him, and took two bites before he realized, "What did you just say?"

Fu Yanbai stood by the table: "Bring your things well."

"last sentence."

"After eating, I will send you to report."

"don't want."

"..."

Across the half glass of milk, Fu Yanbai's cold eyes were reflected in the curved corner of the glass, and Ji Ran retracted his head: "Hey, I'll go by myself."

"Send it to you."

"are you free?"

"Promise your mother."

"..." Ji Ran lowered his head and bit the toast: "I can't lose it."

Not to mention that he couldn't lose it just across a road, even if it was halfway across Luyang City, he couldn't lose it either.