After The Beautiful Cannon Fodder Holds The Villain's Script In Hand [BL/QT]

Chapter 7: Pheromone Hunger

The next morning, Yu Tingquan was awakened by the anxious System 007: "Xiaoquan, wake up!"

Yu Tingquan stayed up for a while yesterday and felt that he could sleep for another five hundred years. He turned over weakly and said "hmm" with a strong nasal voice.

——It means to tell System 007 to shut up immediately.

System 007 failed to fulfill his wish and continued to mutter like a little flying insect: "I suddenly went offline around 12 o'clock last night. Did you feel it?"

Yu Tingquan raised his eyelids, a little confused: "... No."

His slow brain turned twice, and suddenly recalled something, and his movements became even slower.

——What was he doing at that time?

Okay, it seems... with Lu Huizhou?!

Yu Tingquan was frightened out of his sleepiness.

He rolled over and got up from the bed, blinking at System 007 who didn't know where he was in the void: "Wait a minute, I have a problem!"

System 007: "... What?"

Yu Tingquan opened the quilt and scanned himself from head to toe with his eyes——

The exposed skin is fair and delicate, and it can be seen that it has not been rounded or flattened by any strange operations.

But... but...

Yu Tingquan felt as if someone had knocked him on the head, and he suddenly recalled the sticky feeling between his legs yesterday.

And when he was leaning against Lu Huizhou, he rubbed his neck unscrupulously.

Yu Tingquan fell back with a snap.

He buried himself deeply in the quilt and let everything go.

System 007 was confused by this whole set of operations: "What's going on?"

Yu Tingquan bit the quilt and whimpered: "77, I'm not clean anymore."

In the next five minutes, Yu Tingquan roughly described the matter using System 007, the limit content that AI could accept.

System 007 was successfully garbled.

"Xiaoquan." System 007 learned from the pain, forced himself to calm down, and comforted, "It doesn't matter, you think so! You have all gone through such an intimate communication, and it was you who asked for it. Lu Huizhou must have suffered. He must hate you now."

Yu Tingquan poked his head out of the quilt a little: "Really?"

System 007 said seriously: "Really."

"That's good!"

Yu Tingquan opened the quilt and jumped out of bed.

He thought for a while and shouted toward the door: "Lu Huizhou!"

Two minutes later, Lu Huizhou appeared at his door.

He was also wearing a floral apron, and it was obvious that he was cooking just now. When his eyes fell on Yu Tingquan, he said without hesitation: "Your Highness, what's wrong?"

Yu Tingquan avoided his gaze, feeling a little uncomfortable. She pinched the corner of the quilt with her fingers and curled up slightly: "I... I haven't put on my clothes yet."

Lu Huizhou raised his eyebrows, unbuttoned his apron with one hand, and walked towards Yu Tingquan: "Which outfit do you want to wear today, Your Highness?"

Yu Tingquan leaned against the wardrobe, as if he had no bones: "You choose for me, I want to wear something good-looking."

Lu Huizhou curled his lips, but unexpectedly said nothing else. He searched inside for a few seconds and took out a plain embroidered shirt and dark gray casual pants.