Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Chapter 89

Xue Yu was struck by a bolt from the blue.

He lost the ability to think, and just lay there, looking straight at the landlord with slightly moist eyes, which earned him a meaningful raised eyebrow.

... What to do? What to say? Should he get up first?

These were the only things on Xue Yu's mind.

Perhaps it was a skill he had acquired over the years, Yan Jueshen had a strong sense of direction. He walked over and was somewhat dissatisfied with his friend's straightforwardness: "Well, how many times do you have to ask about this kind of private matter?"

The landlord, who was accused of paying too much attention to the couple's life, raised his eyebrows and smiled, as if he was reluctant to take his eyes off Xue Yu, and said with interest: "Your 'wife' has changed a lot after returning from a business trip."

Xue Yu bit a little of his swollen lips and felt like he could hardly breathe.

Yan Jueshen sat on the sofa and held Xue Yu's trembling wrist, without thinking deeply about why it was shaking, and why his "partner" was so quiet at this moment: "Changed?"

The landlord smiled again. His face was bold and handsome, and his smile should be pleasing to the eyes, but no matter how Xue Yu looked at it, he felt that it was a weird smile in a thriller.

He had never encountered such a situation that was going to fail at the beginning, so he let Yan Jueshen rub his hands and wait for a gate knife to fall.

He didn't know how much he looked like a small animal now, a small animal that only eats grass, with watery eyes like lacquer, black hair like ink randomly stained into clumps, and an expression that unconsciously revealed a pleading look.

What was he pleading for?

Pleading with him not to tell Yan Jueshen that he was fake?

"Yes."

The landlord replied in a dragging tone as Xue Yu's face turned slightly pale: "Became a little cute."

Xue Yu: "..."

Xue Yu had been repeatedly described with this word since he was dragged into the world. Now he could skillfully ignore it. He just wondered if this person was helping him and why he was helping him.

The landlord continued: "But he became less talkative and didn't even say hello when he saw me. Is it because I disturbed your good things? Are you angry?"

This sentence not only ended with a question that needed to be answered, but also the meaning of the sentence was implicit and indirect, asking Xue Yu to speak, as if he really wanted to hear his voice.

Xue Yu didn't want to say it. Kissing is something that consumes a lot of physical energy. Although he didn't even need to move, just open his mouth and let the man control it, he was still too tired to say anything.

But the landlord kept looking at him, and Yan Jueshen, who was holding him, didn't intend to smooth things over and speak for him.

"Not angry." Xue Yu could only open his mouth to speak, his voice was soft and a little bit soft because he was kissed.

He saw that the landlord was obviously startled for a moment.

Maybe it was because his voice sounded familiar.

After a while.

Xue Yu guessed from the increasing interest in his eyes and the muffled laughter that slipped out despite his efforts to hold back that he might have guessed the whole situation, including how he went to the wrong place and how he was pulled over and offended.