Looking at his retreating back, Xiahou Huan'er shrugged, curled her lips, and her eyes were a little cold.
Don't think that she was so drunk that she lost her soul yesterday. Although what happened yesterday was a bit vague, she still remembered it. She remembered that she almost mistaken him for Dongfang Xing and wanted to kiss him to confirm. She remembered it very well and she wanted to kiss him.
When he was kissing him, he didn't push her away. If she hadn't vomited suddenly, she would have kissed him. She felt sick just thinking about it. As for her partner, she had mysophobia and could only identify one.
This zombie was too gloomy and always gave people a very uncomfortable feeling. Xiahou Huan'er complained.
Then he walked quickly to the Persian cat's room.
When she entered, she was already awake and leaning on the bed, reading an e-book. When she saw her coming in, a joyful smile appeared on her pale face.
"Master, when you come to see me, I know you care about me." He was so moved that his eyes became wet.
Xiahou Huan'er scratched her head in embarrassment and said, "What can I say? You were injured because you were a gunman for me. Are you feeling better?"
The Persian cat nodded immediately and said: "It's much better now. It's my honor to protect the master from disaster."
"Persian cat, if you act like this, I will feel like one of those cruel and cruel slave owners." Did she deliberately make her feel guilty?
The Persian cat's face suddenly turned pale and he said in a panic: "Master, I didn't mean that, please don't be angry, okay?"
Those watery turquoise eyes are like two overflowing turquoise springs. Needless to say, they can already arouse the pity of others.
"Come on, I'm not angry. Don't get excited and open the wound. I don't care about you." She just had the ability to make her feel a strong sense of guilt.
The Persian cat immediately nodded obediently.
Xiahou Huan'er quickly changed the subject and asked, "What were you looking at just now?"
She raised a smile on her lips and said, "I'm looking at the recipe. I want to cook a lot of delicious dishes for the master to eat."
She was injured and still wanted to cook delicious food for her. Where could she find someone who was so kind to her?
No, if this continues, she will be conquered sooner or later.
She smiled falsely: "Persian cat, you should rest more when you are injured. Studying recipes is very tiring. Let's study it after you recover."
The Persian cat nodded immediately and said obediently: "Okay, I will listen to the master."
Xiahou Huan'er shuddered and couldn't bear it.
"Then you have a good rest. I'll come see you later." After Xia Hou Huan'er finished speaking, he immediately left with his ass on fire.
I don’t know why, no matter how nice she is to her, she just can’t accept it. It’s really strange.
Xiahou Huan'er left the dormitory of the Logistics Department. She didn't want to go back so quickly, so she wandered around various training grounds and went to the fighting arena.
Under the fierce sun, Wild Rose was taking turns fighting with a hundred high-level elite zombies.
Xiahou Huan'er suddenly felt a bit joking. Dongfang Xing's punishment was really perverted. He beat her for twelve hours without sleep, and even his iron-clad body couldn't bear it.
When Wild Rose saw her in the fighting arena, she immediately shot her with a fierce look that held a grudge.
The person who criticized her was Tie Nu, and the person who punished her was Dongfang Xing. Why was she glaring at her? She had the guts to go to Dongfang Xing to protest.
He could be shot while lying down, but she didn't even blame her for pulling out the gun.
