攻略偏执狂[快穿]

Cannon Fodder Princess

　　Chu Mo was stunned and looked down at her. The hair behind her flowed to the front of her body as she moved, rubbing against the back of his hand, making it itch.

　　"Then since I've done it, should I be compensated?" Jiang Fei said.

　　Chu Mo took back his hand inadvertently: "What compensation do you want?"

　　Jiang Fei's eyes lit up: "I haven't gone out since I was poisoned. Please accompany me to the streets tomorrow!"

　　Chu Mo frowned: "Your body..."

　　"It's fine a long time ago!" Jiang Fei quickly stood up, turned around, stretched out his hand and tugged on his sleeve, "Okay?"

　　Chu Mo glanced at his cuffs and finally nodded.

　　Jiang Fei's eyes lit up and he smiled brightly.

　　Chu Mo looked at her as if she had put all her joy, anger, sorrow and joy into his hands.

　　And he likes this feeling of being in control.

　　After dinner, Chu Mo still had some things to deal with and returned to the study.

　　The candlelight in the study was brighter than that in the bedroom. Chu Mo quietly looked at the cheerful flames and gently pressed his hand against his spleen and stomach, where there was still warmth.

　　Tonight didn't seem as difficult as before.

　　The next moment, Chu Mo suddenly came back to his senses.

　　What was he thinking about? Jiang Fei tonight... is clearly too abnormal!

　　How did she know what he liked? Was she already suspicious of him?

　　Chu Mo's eyes gradually turned cold, and after a long moment, he curled his lips and smiled: "Here comes someone."

　　The secret guard flew in quietly, knelt on the ground and said respectfully: "Master."

　　Chu Mo lowered his head: "Send a few people to keep an eye on Jiang Fei. If there is any change, they will report to me immediately."

　　"yes."

　　On the other side, Jiang Fei was lying lazily on the bed, dozing off, when the system suddenly made a sound:

　　[Chu Mo’s favorability is +10, current favorability is -20.]

　　But after a moment he said:

　　[Chu Mo’s favorability is -15, current favorability is -35.]

　　Jiang Fei: Dog man.

　　…

　　The capital city at the feet of the emperor was bustling with activity.

　　Houses with raised eaves and corners are lined up in rows, and the sounds of hawkers can be heard on both sides of the road.

　　Candied haws, pastries, and fried chestnuts are all available.

　　There are bright red characters printed on the delicate pastries, the candied haws on the outside are crystal clear, and the roasted chestnuts on the street corner are smelling sweet.

　　Jiang Fei proposed to go to the street to spend more time with Chu Mo, but now that he was out on the street, he was really interested and walked around with great interest.

　　Chu Mo followed her quietly, with a smile on his lips.

　　Just half-casting his eyes, with a hint of exploration.

　　Even though Jiang Fei's temper was still flamboyant, he still felt that there was something different about her, but he couldn't explain it.

　　But there is nothing wrong with being suspicious.

　　Thinking like this, Chu Mo suddenly felt something flash past his eyes, and his lips were touched by a small soft and waxy thing.

　　He looked intently.

　　Jiang Fei held a piece of cake in his hand and brought it to his lips as if to offer a treasure. His eyes were bright, and he was not as sick as a few days ago at all: "Try it, this cake is not sweet and greasy, it is delicious."

　　Chu Mo looked at her. She had already eaten, and there was still some soybean powder on her red lips.

　　"Try it!" Seeing that he was silent, Jiang Fei handed it forward again.

　　Chu Mo lowered his eyes, opened his lips slightly and ate the cake, but his lips accidentally touched her fingers.

　　Jiang Fei was startled, and quickly retracted his hand, his cheeks slightly red.

　　His usually domineering features were now a bit shy.

　　Chu Mo looked at her flustered look, and pursed her thin lips slightly, as if there was still some touch from before.

　　A little cold.

　　People infected with cold flower poison have a cold constitution.

　　His expression froze slightly, and he turned away from looking at her.

　　The cake is soft, glutinous and fragrant, and it is indeed not too sweet.

　　"What is that?" Jiang Fei suddenly whispered and walked over there.

　　Chu Mo followed her figure and saw a circle of people gathered in front of a stall, smelling of the aroma of cane sugar.

　　The stall owner holds a copper spoon in his hand. In the spoon is boiled yellow sucrose, and he draws and inscribes on the hot disk like a flowing stream.

　　Chu Mo frowned, the smell was too cloying.

　　But Jiang Fei was already standing in front of the stall, looking at it with great interest. Then he said something to the stall owner and handed him a tael of silver.

　　The stall owner looked at the silver in flattery, then at the rich or noble woman in front of him, and nodded hurriedly.

　　Jiang Fei smiled, took the copper spoon in his hand, sat on his seat, and began to draw carefully bit by bit.

　　A bright and beautiful woman, sitting in front of a simple stall, easily attracted everyone's attention, and more and more people were watching around her.

　　Chu Mo paused, and finally took two steps forward. Only vaguely through the gap in the crowd, he saw the woman quietly painting with sugar inside.

　　Her eyebrows are very serious, and her silky blue hair hangs down on her shoulders, glowing lightly in the sun.

　　It seemed that...she was not drawing a candy man, but was devoting everything to draw her loved ones.

　　It makes people inexplicably jealous of her paintings.

　　In the crowd, someone whispered the first word written by Jiang Fei: "Chu..."

　　Chu Mo's heart froze, hesitating for a moment and took two steps forward, and finally saw clearly what Jiang Fei wrote.

　　Chu Mo.

　　his name.

　　I wrote it bit by bit and carefully. The handwriting was crooked and not pretty.

　　Jiang Fei seemed to notice something and suddenly looked up at him.

　　Among the mediocre people, Jiang Fei stood out in such a flamboyant attire. His cheeks were flushed, and there was a little sweat on the tip of his nose. His snow-like skin became more and more translucent. His blank eyes lit up the moment he saw him. Then she smiled at him.

　　Chu Mo fixedly stared at the smile, and then instantly looked away, clenching his hands tightly, as if something lightly hit his heart.

　　He hated this feeling.

　　Chu Mo turned around and strode toward the teahouse not far away.