攻略偏执狂[快穿]

Love Sister Madness

　　He lowered his head quickly, feeling that if he took another look, he would be sucked in.

　　I forced myself to look through the book on my lap, reading word by word, but I still felt uneasy.

　　Wen Yishu reluctantly gave up, raised her head, and was stunned again.

　　--Jiang Fei was holding his red cheeks in his hands, staring at him straight and intently, without concealing the light in his eyes.

　　"What do you think I'm doing?" Wen Yishu couldn't laugh or cry.

　　Jiang Feiying: "Isn't the most beautiful scenery right in front of me?"

　　Wen Yishu was stunned, facing her gaze, her ears turned red, and her heart became more and more chaotic, as if something was brewing and fermenting in her chest.

　　It was also at this time that the cell phone on the table rang loudly, breaking the atmosphere.

　　Wen Yishu suddenly came back to reality and looked down.

　　On the screen of Jiang Fei's mobile phone, the word "Luo Shi" was very prominent.

　　As if a basin of cold water was poured down on his head, Wen Yishu's eyes gradually calmed down. For a moment, he almost forgot that this was just a game.

　　A game...that he actively participated in.

　　Jiang Fei picked up the phone and said nothing.

　　Luo Shi's voice sounded first: "Where?"

　　The sound was not loud, but it came out clearly through the receiver.

　　Wen Yishu's expression froze and she looked at Jiang Fei.

　　Jiang Fei only glanced at the sky above his head: "Looking at the stars."

　　"Really?" Luo Shi chuckled into the receiver. He was obviously smiling innocently, but it sounded cold to him, "With whom?"

　　Jiang Fei glanced at Wen Yishu, who was also staring at her, seemingly waiting for her answer.

　　She pursed her lips, lowered her eyes and said nothing.

　　Wen Yishu's throat tightened, and a thin layer of anger and a touch of sourness welled up in her heart. But in the end he didn't say a word, he lowered his head and never looked at her again.

　　"Jiang Fei," Luo Shi was quiet for a few seconds on the other end of the phone, and his voice gradually dropped, like a homeless little stray dog, "I didn't take the key."

　　Jiang Fei was surprised: "I remember that the door of the villa has a fingerprint lock."

　　"broken."

　　"The spare key at the property..."

　　"Jiang Fei." Luo Shi interrupted her, was silent for a while, and then hung up the phone angrily.

　　Jiang Fei looked at the phone with a black screen, then looked at Wen Yishu, and smiled apologetically: "I want to go back, Luo Shi didn't take the villa key."

　　As she said that, she stood up, but her figure swayed because she was slightly drunk.

　　Wen Yishu's fingers trembled, but before he could reach out, Jiang Fei had already stabilized the table, stood up and walked around him, heading towards the elevator entrance.

　　His wrist was grabbed.

　　Wen Yishu said in a somewhat difficult voice: "Do you like Luo Shi?"

　　Chapter 8 Love Sister Crazy Demon 08

　　Jiang Fei stood next to Wen Yishu, his wrist held in his hand.

　　He didn't look at her, only looking down at the thick book on the table, as if the question was just an illusion.

　　Jiang Fei moved his wrist, but he tightened his grip on her very quickly.

　　"Why do you ask so suddenly?" Jiang Fei gave up struggling and turned sideways to look at Wen Yishu. Seeing that he still didn't speak, his voice was low, with a touch of playfulness and laziness, "Do you care so much about who I like?"

　　The hand holding her wrist trembled slightly, and Wen Yishu raised his head to look at her.

　　Her cheeks were still flushed, her brows were slightly drunk, and her eyes were half-lidded charmingly, as if the fun just now was just an illusion.

　　"Luo Shi is really good," Jiang Fei bent down and blinked in front of him, "Brother Wen, don't you think so?"

　　Luo Shi, really, really good.

　　Wen Yishu's heart tightened after hearing her words.

　　He knew better than anyone else that Luo Shi was poisonous. He usually stayed in his own territory. Once someone broke in without permission, he would "eat him alive" without blinking an eye.

　　This time, if the two had not had the rare same goal, they would never have reached a consensus.

　　Luo Shi did it for Luo Wan.

　　So does he.

　　Is he... the same?

　　Wen Yishu's eyelashes trembled. She didn't know what she thought of, and quickly released Jiang Fei's wrist. The residual warmth on her fingertips made him uneasy.

　　He hurriedly took the suit jacket aside and stood up: "I'll give it to you."

　　Jiang Fei watched his movements and nodded with a smile, his cheeks flushed and his eyes curved into crescent moons.

　　The two walked towards the elevator.

　　The moment he walked into the elevator, Jiang Fei felt that Wen Yishu's face was tense, and he was obviously still a little uncomfortable, but he quickly covered it up without leaking anything.

　　The hotel has thirty-three floors, with elevators going down one floor after another.

　　Jiang Fei occasionally glanced at the display screen aside.

　　When they descended to the twenty-first floor, the elevator suddenly made a "pop" sound, and the crisp sound of metal friction and collision came. Then the lights in the elevator went out, it was pitch black, and the elevator stopped.

　　Jiang Fei frowned, quickly stepped forward and pressed all the floors, then pressed the alarm button.

　　No response received yet.

　　The body of the person next to him swayed, and then there was a sound of rapid breathing, but he was restrained by his efforts.

　　Jiang Fei stretched out his hand and gently touched Wen Yishu's arm. It was as stiff as a piece of iron. When she touched it lightly, his arm shook uncontrollably.

　　She paused slightly and took out her phone, the faint screen light just turned on.

　　"I'm fine." Wen Yishu's voice came suddenly, trying her best to pretend to be calm but could not stop the unsteady breath at the end.

　　Jiang Fei's movement when holding the phone froze, and then he put the phone back into his pocket as if nothing had happened, and wrote lightly: "What book did you just read?"

　　Wen Yishu's body tensed up and her eyes barely moved. She only heard a faint voice asking him softly, what book did he read?

　　He tried hard to remember, just like he had been in that dark attic. He forced himself to memorize even the dullest reference book to resist the sense of impending death in his consciousness.

　　"Brother Wen?"

　　"'He gave birth to himself, sandwiched the Holy Spirit, and sent himself to be the redeemer. Between himself and others, he was deceived by demons, stripped naked, whipped, and nailed Starved to death on the cross, like a bat nailed to a barn door...'"