The Villain Always Wants To Suck Me Bald

Little Sacrifice 7-8-9

Little Sacrifice 7

Ever since the Jiang family took the initiative to give the old house to Jiang Suizhi, everything in this house has been basically idle.

Because Jiang Suizhi likes to be clean, he uses his own methods to prevent everything around him from becoming dusty.

But he has lived here for so many years. In addition to staying in the study and reading, most of the time he chooses to transform into a cat, and then sleep on the soft cushion placed on the balcony.

When Jiang Suizhi was still alive a hundred years ago, he could support himself by copying books and giving lectures outside his home instead of relying on his family. He would also open the kitchen door to cook for himself in the dead of night.

He used to think that this was part of life. Even after he became a ghost and could move around freely in the old house, he once cooked something one night.

His cooking skills are as good as ever, and all the dishes on the table taste good and smell delicious.

But Jiang Suizhi just held the chopsticks and tasted them, then silently poured them all into the basin, and then processed them and fed them to the dogs.

At that time, he had no desire or desire to eat, and even the fragrant food on the chopsticks could not bring him any joy.

So if they count from that day forward, Jiang Suizhi has not taken the initiative to enter the kitchen for a long time.

But now he turned his face sideways and wiped away the kitchen knife that had grazed the side of his nose. He held Mu Zhi's waist and moved the confused young man half a circle, and then nimbly snatched the weapon from his hand.

"Are you trying to kill the fish, or is the fish killing you?"

Jiang Suizhi stretched out his hand and grasped the handle of another kitchen knife. Jiang Suizhi tugged on it but it didn't move, and then asked again: "Do you like to hold things so tightly?"

The ghost spirit was there before, and so is the kitchen knife now.

The back of his hand was gently touched by the other party's coldness, and Mu Zhi came back to his senses. Seeing that Jiang Suizhi was finally willing to come out to help, before the expression on his face became completely happy, he lowered his head under the man's gaze.

Submissively and obediently, Mu Zhi let go of his hand and defended in a low voice: "I don't have any."

"Who told you not to remind me? As long as you did, wouldn't I let go every time?"

Jiang Suizhi's tone was cold: "Blame me?"

Certainly--

"Don't dare."

Nodding vigorously in his heart, Mu Zhi shook his head with numbness on his face, "it's all my fault, how dare I blame you."

Jiang Suizhi looked at him with his jaw clenched. It wasn't until he caught Mu Zhi quietly raising his head to look at him several times that he re-entered the kitchen without saying a word, carrying two kitchen knives.

"Braised?" He didn't turn around, he just asked directly.

At first, Mu Zhi followed his steps and subconsciously reentered the kitchen.

After the man stopped, he saw Jiang Suizhi put one of the kitchen knives in his hand back on the shelf, then took another one and gestured left and right in mid-air, and in the next second he skillfully gave it to the knife. He did this to the fish that was jumping around him just a second ago.