"Che, did you really not expect you to do such a thing?" Xingyu played with a large bunch of balloons in his hand.

She was really shocked. Che, who looked so calm, actually had such a romantic side, and the object was herself.

"Accident?" he asked with a smile.

He just wants to show his heart and let her see it.

"Yeah..." Xingyu nodded, "But it's a bit of a waste of money."

There are so many balloons that need to be cleaned up will take some effort. Oh, the price of romance is.

Yuwen Che's face turned slightly red, "Actually, it was someone who came up with this idea for me..." It was the first time he did such a thing.

"Oh?" I want to meet him if I have the chance, "Who is the master?"

"My mother."

Xingyu was slightly surprised, "Is that so?...Che, then you should learn more from your mother. It's not that I'm talking about you, sometimes you're so boring."

It gives people a feeling of being restricted and not letting go of themselves to live.

"...You haven't answered my question yet. Are you willing to accept me?" Yuwen Che asked with a faint smile, with a hint of persistence and anxiety in his tone.

"What would you do if I reject you?" she asked half-jokingly.

His slightly frown slowly unfolded and he took a deep breath.

"It's my own business to like you. If you like me too, then we can make a circle. If not..." He raised his lips slightly, "At least this half of my arc is complete. I will cherish this feeling myself, but..."

He held her hand and pressed it against his heart.

"It hurts here, it hurts so much... so painful that I will never forget you."

Xingyu looked at him and couldn't say a word.

Che, what should I do with this kind of thing?

She gently tapped his eyebrows with her fingers and pulled the corner of her mouth, "You are very cunning, bullying me so soft-hearted..."

He secretly looked forward to, "Do you do?" Will it?

Her watery eyes stared at his face and shook her head.

"No. If I didn't feel that way, I would tell you directly that it would be fair to you and worthy of your heart, right?"

Yes, but do you know? I can give up anything, keeping you is enough.

Yuwen Che wriggled his lips, but still didn't say a word.

Xingyu patted his cheek, "But I can give you a chance, come and chase me, maybe I will fall in love with you one day in the future."

His eyes burst into light.

"Hey, don't you think I'm very bad? I'll hold you up like this uneasy." She patted his back mischievously.

She should have advised him to find other happiness, but she couldn't say anything. She was very bad, right?

He smiled gently, and his slender fingers lifted up a thigh of hair on her temples.

"That's even if I'm in trouble... I've heard a sentence, and what I want to do is just like that sentence - put a lounge chair for you in a cool garden, and put 10 cups of ice milk in a place that your hands can reach."

Xingyu laughed out loud, but the corners of his eyes were slightly moist.

Che, try hard to make me like you, otherwise...what should you do?

...

...

It has been a week, and no one can see him except the butler, Uncle Chen.

He didn't know when he started to have a fever. He felt light and could only lie on the bed and stare at the ceiling in a daze.

No doctor has ever visited him. He knew that Eason had been here and wanted to see his condition, but the man didn't even give him a chance to visit him.

Do you want him to die? He smiled self-deprecatingly.

What time has this been? Every time he survived tenaciously.

Don’t you want to see him? Then he wants to live!

He coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough out his lungs, as if he wanted to cough out all the pain and despair.

His face was as bright as the bright maple red behind the autumn mountain, strange and charming.

The curtains in the room were tightly isolated from the outside world, and sometimes he would wonder - is he dead? This dark room is his grave.

Suddenly, the bright sunlight shot in, accompanied by the crisp and loud sound of glass rupture, making him unable to open his eyes.

"Oh--!"

The girl who flew in through the window "swoosh" and fell down hard and ate shit.

"Dead broom, rotten broom, broken broom, I want to pull out all your smelly hair as a fan, and then throw you into the fire as fuel! You don't look at the road when you walk!" Oh, her waist!

"Oh..." A sigh came from under her in a depressed manner, "Your Highness, you should lose weight by yourself, okay? I was so tired that my broom rod was almost broken..."

Is the food in the human world so nutritious?

What he spoke was a strange thing that looked like a broom and had a pair of small wings on the handle. It was flapping its wings while talking.

"Dare you say I'm fat?" The girl praised it with a thunderous chestnut, "Okay! I'll crush you to death and you to death and you to death..."

"Help..." Oh, it's about to be written on its tombstone - being squeezed to death by an arrogant fat woman in the demon clan. Please be wary of other similar people.

"Who can tell me if I'm dead?" A weak and calm voice came from the bed.

Are hallucinations starting to occur?

"Hi! Yao! Long time no see! I'm here to visit me, are you friends?"
Chapter completed!