Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Chapter 281 Another scene in the audio-visual room

Jingzhi: "I...I'm cold."

"Click."

Zhu Jiu gently placed the teacup on the coffee table.

Then he spread out the double blanket folded on his knees and covered Jingzhi's legs.

"..."

In the hot summer, even in an air-conditioned room, covered with double blankets, Jingzhi started to sweat and had a hard time expressing his suffering.

Is he sure he really likes her and is not just playing a trick on her?

Suddenly, Zhu Jiu stood up, walked to the refrigerator by the wall, looked for a while, and then took some things over.

Barbecue-flavored potato chips, red date-flavored yogurt, her favorite iced cola, and two chilled glasses.

"呲~"

The Coke was unscrewed, and Zhu Jiu poured half a cup each and then stopped.

"It's getting late. Don't drink too much. It's not good for your health."

He took a cup and handed it to Jingzhi. Just as he was about to take another cup and hand it to Doudou, Doudou couldn't bear it anymore.

She picked up the cold Coke on the table and yawned as she drank it. "Well, I suddenly feel sleepy."

"Sister Jingzhi, I'm leaving first!!!"

As the sound of something clattering away faded away, the door of the audio-visual room automatically rebounded and closed.

The brainless busty heroine on the screen is still screaming.

Jingzhi drank ice cola, but couldn't slow down her gradually accelerating heartbeat.

"Tear~"

There was a slightly noisy sound of tearing packaging bags.

Zhu Jiu poured a small amount of potato chips into a transparent frosted glass bowl and handed it to her.

"Eat."

He's like this now, and she doesn't bring it over. Isn't that too ignorant?

Jingzhi took it and said something stubbornly.

"8 yuan for chips, 3 yuan for cola, and 3 yuan for yogurt. I'll give them all to you when you pay the rent."

Zhu Jiu's body stiffened, and then he slowly leaned back on the sofa.

"it is good."

You can't argue with her at this time, or she will become even more disgusted.

This drama is divided into two parts, which is a bit long.

The two of them started out with one person sitting upright on a corner of the sofa, and then Jingzhi slumped to his side with his legs curled up and his head supported.

Then Zhu Jiu also followed her example and lay on his side with a blanket covering him.

The two of them were lying almost foot to foot facing each other.

Zhu Jiu lowered his eyes, looked at the rustling people across from him and said, "Don't eat while lying down, or you might choke."

Jing's rebellious nature finally emerged at this time.

I was just craving for a potato chip occasionally.

When Jingzhi heard him say that, she took four or five pieces and stuffed them into her mouth, chewing them with a crunching sound.

Zhu Jiu: Okay, this little cat is really hard to explain. He figured it out a little bit.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

See, you choked.

Looking at Jingzhi who sat up and covered her mouth to cough, Zhu Jiu also sat up and patted her back.

Jingzhi brushed his hand away, picked up the cup and washed down the potato chips with Coke, then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, I'm fine."

Zhu Jiu sat back in his seat and said slowly:

"You don't have to be like this. I like someone, and I won't dislike her just because she does something out of the ordinary."

Oh, he found out?

Jingzhi kicked his blanket a little further away, curled up in it, stared at the picture on the screen, and hummed softly.

For a man who has lived for hundreds of years and a Taoist priest, ghost movies are a piece of cake for them.

Both of them were holding on, waiting to see who would give up the boredom and leave first.

In the end, Zhu Jiu, as a human being, could not resist the sleepiness and fell asleep with his hands under his head.

The volume of the TV had been turned down long ago. Listening to his shallow and even breathing, Jingzhi squatted between the coffee table and the sofa, holding her face and looking at him for an unknown amount of time.

"Why are you so stubborn? Why do you have to be with me?"

Her tone was a little confused, and her voice was small, as if she was talking to herself, but also as if she was asking him a question.

Zhu Jiu's fingertips moved slightly under the blanket, but there was no change on his face.

"Ugh……"

With a soft sigh, Jingzhi controlled her spiritual power, causing Zhu Jiu and the blanket to float up and slowly move towards the door...

Back in his room on the third floor, she sighed again, covered him with the quilt, and went back to her own room.

Zhu Jiu, who was pretending to be asleep, turned sideways and stared at the paper cup on the bedside table in a daze.

There was no light in the room, but he could still see the faint lip print on the paper cup through the moonlight outside the window.

Zhu Jiu suddenly remembered the soft kiss during the day, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Now that I know you like me too, how can I give up so easily..."

She was a thief, preferring to use her spiritual power rather than touch him at all.

So what if he... takes the initiative.