If you are asked to prevent the villain from destroying the world, what kind of love are you talking

Song Chuyi really couldn't look at Ji Feng.

This man was smiling one second, and the next second he had a sullen face and said he was seducing him!

How shameless!

If he hadn't been unable to move now, he would have shown him what real seduction was.

Song Chuyi thought angrily in his heart, and his head was pulled down by Ji Feng.

Ji Feng's palms were large and his fingers were long and slender. When they were clasped on his head, they seemed to be able to lift his skull.

But he is not afraid!

After all, he is a man with six-pack abs in this world, unlike Ji Feng, who has no abs at all.

In this world, it should be okay for him to punch Ji Feng twice until he can't fight back.

Song Chuyi was thinking wildly and couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

At this time, Ji Feng let go of the hand holding the back of Yiyi's head and pulled the tie tied around Yiyi's wrist.

The tie was tied so tightly that if it had been someone with delicate skin, it would have left red marks on it.

But physical dolls don’t.

No matter how simulated it is, it is just a doll, not to mention the high-tech materials used in this doll, which guarantees invulnerability to weapons, water, and fire.

With the strength of the tie, it really can't leave any trace on it.

Ji Feng noticed this and gently stroked the skin around the tie with his cold white fingertips.

"Doesn't it hurt a lot?"

"Look, they're all red."

Song Chuyi:...

Although he can't lower his head to see for himself, this body is very durable!

He didn't believe that someone could be coaxed by a tie like this.

Ji Feng will lie to him.

Suddenly, Ji Feng chuckled.

"Do you find out one by one that I lied to you?"

A joyful laughter rose from his throat.

"Yes, after all, my family is so smart."

He pressed his hands hard against the fair skin.

He frowned in displeasure as he failed to leave any red marks on it.

"Yiyi's skin is so good."

He sighed as if regretfully.

"I used so much effort that all of Yiyi's skin became less red."

Song Chuyi:...

Of course it won't be red.

If it becomes popular, Ji Feng should go to the company that customized the doll to settle the score.

However, Ji Feng's strength was quite strong, and he clearly felt pressure on his wrist.

How can a painter be so powerful?

Song Chuyi was so deep in thought that he didn't notice Ji Feng's expression changed, and there was a sinister and obsessed smile in his eyes.

"Is it true that as long as I exert enough force, Yiyi's skin will turn red?"

"With such a fair complexion, it must look great when red."

He hugged Yiyi into his arms, buried his head in his neck, and smiled foolishly.

"Let's just let Yiyi go for today."

"What if it hurts and makes you angry and leaves me?"

he murmured.

"No, I can't let Yiyi leave me."

So he couldn't make Yiyi angry before the handcuffs arrived.

When this thought came up, Ji Feng's eyes flashed with panic, and he kissed Song Chu once or twice randomly.

"I'm sorry, Yiyi."

"I did not do it on purpose."

"I've always been very strong. Did it hurt you?"

He lowered his head and kissed his wrist.

As soon as Song Chu came back to his senses, he looked helplessly at Ji Feng performing a one-man show.

Ji Feng should not be a painter, he should be an actor.

He will definitely be the kind of movie star.

Song Chuyi just watched Ji Feng going crazy in silence until almost noon, when Ji Feng reluctantly let go of him and went to the kitchen to cook.

The kitchen is right next to it, and as long as Ji Feng looks up, he can see Yiyi sitting in the yard.

This gave him a sense of reassurance.

Twenty minutes later, Ji Feng walked out with a plate of boiled broccoli and a bowl of rice.

He took an empty bowl and put it in front of Yiyi, smiled and said: "Yiyi, there is only one dish for lunch today."

"Make do with it."

"Someone will deliver food in the afternoon."

Song Chu glanced at the boiled broccoli on the table and had an unpleasant premonition.

This kind of dish is only served on the table during the fat loss period. Why does Ji Feng serve it so calmly?

And it's been two days, and he hasn't seen any meat.

Will Ji Feng be a vegetarian this year?

When Song Chu thought of this possibility, his eyes darkened.

Is his favorite fried chicken, hot pot and barbecue malatang going to be so far away from him?

Even if he can't eat it now, it's still good to smell it.

Unlike now, a plate of boiled broccoli is so green that it makes people lose their appetite.

Song Chuyi, who especially loved human food, felt a little aggrieved.

Ji Feng's hand holding the chopsticks paused and he squinted at the physical doll in front of him.

Is it his imagination?

Why did he feel a little aggrieved by Yiyi at this moment?

No, it shouldn't be possible.

It's hard to regain his sanity, and Ji Feng clearly knows that the one in front of him is a physical doll that can't speak, move, and has no thoughts of its own.

How could a physical doll be wronged?

Ji Feng chuckled, raised his right hand, took the chopsticks and inserted them into Yiyi's mouth.

Fiddled with it a bit.

"It doesn't matter if Yiyi is fake."

His voice was very soft.

"As long as you're mine."

What does it matter if it's fake?

Who can say that this world is real?

This world is all fake, so if his one is fake, it will become true.

He laughed softly, took out his chopsticks, and kissed her.

Song Chuyi:! ! !

Just keep talking, why did they suddenly kiss you!

This season Feng is really acting out of common sense.

Ji Feng kissed for a long time, and Song Chuyi vaguely felt a trace of warm liquid flowing into his mouth.

The faint smell of blood spread.

Song Chuyi looked at Ji Feng in surprise.

Ji Feng let go of him at this moment.

There was a bit of gorgeous blood color on his flesh-colored lips.

After licking his lips lightly to make the blood color even brighter, Ji Feng chuckled and spoke.

"Do you like it one by one?"

"My blood."

He wiped his lips with his thumb, and then pressed his thumb on his lips again.

The pink lips that were originally set were stained with a touch of blood, making them strangely gorgeous and astonishingly beautiful.

Ji Feng smiled with satisfaction.

"Yiyi really likes it."

He held Yiyi's head and nodded, and then lightly touched his hair.

"Okay, I can only have one kiss today."

He picked up the chopsticks with a smile and ate the boiled broccoli.

Song Chuyi felt a little dizzy.

The blood belonging to Ji Feng entered his body smoothly along his throat.

He had an absurd sense of reality, as if he could lift his hand.

But when he moved, his hand still hung on one side, showing no tendency to lift it up.

Unable to raise his hand, Song Chuyi tried to blink his eyes.

It worked!

Song Chuyi cheered in his heart. It turned out that when Xiao Tong said he needed the villain's bodily fluids, he didn't just mean that.

So can blood.

Although I can only move my eyes now, it’s still very good!

After all, he can roll his eyes at Ji Feng now!