攻略偏执狂[快穿] 2

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　　Those two people were still looking at him.

　　Song Yan couldn't help but frown slightly, tried his best to ignore Jiang Fei's gaze, and looked at the old man: "Grandma?"

　　The old man smiled and said, "Feifei wants to wait for you to come back and have dinner together."

　　Song Yan glanced at the empty table: "Food?" Jiang Fei said slowly: "It's not done yet."

　　Song Yan's breath froze and he laughed angrily.

　　He turned his head and looked at Jiang Fei in disbelief, who said this confidently, but when he met her gaze, his heart tightened, and he turned around and entered the kitchen silently.

　　There was a slight movement in the living room, but Song Yan ignored it.

　　"Just do it for you and me," Jiang Fei's voice suddenly sounded beside him, "Grandma has already eaten and is going to rest."

　　Song Yan paused with the hand holding the tomato and turned around to see that there was no one in the living room. Jiang Fei was lazily leaning against the door of the kitchen. His eyebrows were a little ambiguous under the warm light of the kitchen. His expression was not at all as cute and sweet as he had just been in front of grandma. .

　　Song Yan withdrew his gaze and said nothing.

　　Jiang Fei looked at his tight thin lips and couldn't help but laugh: "Classmate Song, are you really going to ignore me all the time?"

　　Song Yan's cold white face remained calm, with an expression that made people feel distant and indifferent, looking like a cold ice beauty.

　　Jiang Fei took two steps towards him and stood not far from him: "Or do you just care so much about the kiss before?"

　　Song Yan paused while chopping tomatoes: "...I don't care."

　　"You said you don't care, and you look like this now?" Jiang Fei asked, walking closer, "Or is it me you care about?"

　　The sound of chopping vegetables stopped suddenly, and Song Yan glanced at the light red tomato juice on his hands: "No."

　　"In this case," Jiang Fei leaned against the kitchen counter and turned to look at his side face, "you might as well just regard the previous kiss as my request for you."

　　Song Yan looked at her.

　　Jiang Fei raised his eyebrows: "I said, I want you to do me a favor, and this favor has to do with kissing. Although you are very talented in other things, your kissing skills are really terrible."

　　There was obvious annoyance in Song Yan's eyes.

　　"Don't be impatient." Jiang Fei smiled and came closer to him, "A kiss without emotion is not a kiss. Just treat it as a task and practice it several times. Of course, if you care very much, This kiss or my words..."

　　"Impossible." Song Yan interrupted her.

　　Jiang Feixiao: "So, this is just one of my requirements for you. You don't have to bear any psychological burden, how about it?"

　　Song Yan frowned.

　　He didn't care about the kiss, and he didn't care about her.

　　Jiang Fei added: "Of course, if you don't agree, I can only do what I did last time. You know, I do what I say."

　　When Song Yan thought about what happened that day, his expression showed a hint of humiliation and anxiety, but he quickly calmed down and lowered his eyes no longer looking at her: "I don't like you."

　　Jiang Fei raised his eyebrows: "So, you agree?"

　　Song Yan lowered his head and was about to put the chopped tomatoes into a bowl when his hand was held down.

　　Song Yan frowned and looked at her. Jiang Fei came closer to him and looked at his red lips, his eyes sparkling: "How about we start practicing from now on?"

　　"What?"

　　As soon as Song Yan finished speaking, his eyes darkened.

　　Jiang Fei's lips touched the corners of his lips.

　　Song Yan was startled, his hand holding the chopsticks unconsciously loosened, and the chopsticks fell to the ground.

　　In the narrow kitchen, Jiang Fei held the back of his neck with one hand, and stroked his lips little by little with softness and warmth.

　　Just... just helping her.

　　As his "creditor", she made a request.

　　Song Yan tried his best to persuade himself in his heart, and his messy thoughts gradually became clearer, but his body was still very stiff.

　　Jiang Fei left his lips with a sigh, holding his hand but not letting go, looking at him through the dim light, their breaths entangled in the kitchen.

　　"You have to answer me, Song Yan." Jiang Fei corrected his "mistake" seriously, "You are so smart, how come you don't know anything about this matter?"

　　Song Yan's face darkened, he reached out to take her hand away, and said calmly: "I still want to cook."

　　Jiang Fei had no objection this time, and watched him prepare two bowls of tomato noodles neatly. While the two were eating in the living room, Jiang Fei suddenly thought of something: "Have you returned to work in the restaurant?"

　　Song Yan lowered his eyes and responded softly: "Yes."

　　"If I remember correctly, the restaurant only needs to play on Mondays and Fridays, right?"

　　"Um."

　　"So are you free tomorrow night?"

　　"I have other work tomorrow night."

　　Jiang Fei raised his eyebrows: "So busy?"

　　Song Yan glanced at her: "I've always been like this."

　　He and she were completely in two different worlds.

　　Even if she doesn't get close to him, he actually doesn't have much time to spend with Ruan Tang.

　　Jiang Fei didn't say anything more. After eating, he just asked Song Yan to take her to the bustling area and took a taxi back home.

　　Naturally, Song Yan's money was used.

　　Song Yan did not expect that Jiang Fei would be so serious about the so-called "practice".

　　Even in school, there is no exception.

　　During breaks in class, Song Yan always used to sit in the corner, looking at the materials for the next school year. Jiang Fei suddenly stood up the book in his hand, blocking the view of the people around him.

　　Song Yan frowned and turned to look at her, just as he was about to take the book.

　　Jiang Fei came up to him and blinked: "Practice." After saying that, he kissed him.

　　Song Yan tightened her grip on the book, feeling depressed and humiliated in her heart. However, she was afraid of being seen by others and could not push her away. In the end, she had to use the book to block the two of them even more tightly.

　　After lunch, Song Yanhui would sit in a hidden corner of the rockery behind the school, taking time to read for a while. He used to be alone, but now Jiang Fei was resting on his lap with peace of mind, looking up at him.

　　Her gaze was always unconcealed, and it was difficult to ignore after looking at her for a long time.