Chapter 295 - For the Sake of Transmigration (2/2)
“All right!”
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A few moments later.
“Master.”
“Yes?”
“Why are we discussing this in the cupboard?”
“… My older sister will hear us.”
“So.. she won’t hear you if you climb on top of me?”
“…”
Er, they should probably sit down instead.
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A… another moment later.
“Master.”
“Yes?”
“Will your older sister really break my leg?”
“Don’t worry, Father Niu is here. She will break his first!”
“…”
“Then… she won’t have energy to break ours.”
“…”
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Lonemoon’s back felt chilly from time to time recently. No matter how he tried to activate his immortal Qi, he could not warm himself up. His right eyelid also would not stop twitching. It was almost like something huge was about to happen. It could be that the plane was rejecting him. Somehow, he just felt like something was amiss.
Chef and Shen Ying, on the other hand, seemed to really be an item now. Yet, they didn’t look one bit like a couple. Shen Ying continued gaming every single day, slumping around like a pile of mud. Chef was still Chef. Each time he looked at Shen Ying, he looked a little more focused, like he had figured something out. He was no longer cooking more than ten dishes a day. The two of them were exactly the way they used to be.
It made Lonemoon suspect whether he had imagined Shen Ying dragging Yi Qing into the room for half a day.
“Are you really together?” It really did not look like it!
Lonemoon had been planning to buy the apartment across from Shen Ying so as to avoid any awkward situations. Yet, that very night, Chef continued to sleep in his own room. He did not look like he had the slightest intention to move to Shen Ying’s room.
Shen Ying hesitated and turned to face him. She curled her finger toward Yi Qing, who was holding fruits at the time. “Chef, come here!”
“Master?” Yi Qing paused cutting his fruits and looked over in confusion.
Shen Ying reached out and grabbed his collar, then pulled him toward her. She planted a kiss squarely on his lips without any hesitation. Yi Qing, on the other hand, immediately dropped all the fruits he had been holding and blushed.
She turned to face Lonemoon. “How’s that?”
“…”
Was this animal abuse?
Lonemoon was just about to pass a sarcastic comment when they heard something falling to the floor. They turned and saw that a figure had just landed. Shen Jing, who had been gone for several days, was now standing in front of them.
Lonemoon, “…”
Yi Qing: “…”
Shen Ying, who was still holding on to Yi Qing’s collar: “…”
Shen Jing scanned the group coolly, her expression darkening, so her face looked like the bottom of a wok. The temperature in the room dropped.
The entire house was now filled with a palpable silence.
As if something illuminated his mind, Lonemoon suddenly understood why he had been feeling cold intermittently over the past few days. Suddenly, what Shen Ying said to him previously made sense.
Lonemoon was so caught up with the drama that he had forgotten there was a Demon King in Shen Ying’s own house, who was a control-freak over her own sister. Faintly, Lonemoon heard a bell ringing in the distance.
Two words repeated themselves constantly in his mind – he’s dying, he’s dying, he’s dying…