I'm A Paranoid Villain Harvester - Chapter 4.2
You Belong To Me 04 (Part 2)
Just now, he became ill again, and all of his consciousness turned into an impulse to kill, his blood surged, and his eyes were bloodshot, and he didn’t want to hear the breath of living creatures.
There was a delicate and warm touch from under his hands, the blood in front of him faded a little, he saw her smile clearly, found that he was holding her neck, and unconsciously withdrew his hand.
Because he thought, if she died, she would never laugh like this again.
Inexplicably, he felt a little bit of pity.
With the last trace of reason, Duan Min let her go, thinking that she would be frightened by his appearance, and would never come again.
Unexpectedly, her courage was actually big. Seeing him like that, she even dared to come and bring food.
Is she not afraid of death, or is she not afraid of him?
Duan Min looked down at the dessert in his hand, which he didn’t know what it was. The middle was divided into two layers, the upper part was red and the lower part was milky white.
The color is distinct, with a hint of cream and sweet strawberry flavor.
There was an orange post-it note on the porcelain plate, with no words, and only a smiling face.
Duan Min was silent for a moment, struggled for a bit, and finally picked up the small porcelain spoon, scooped a spoon of red jam, took a bite, and immediately frowned.
It’s too sweet, too sweet.
He pursed his lips, put the dessert on the table, and pushed it far away.
Duan Min pursed his lip unsatisfactorily, snorted softly, lay back on the pure black sofa, pulled a pillow into his arms, and turned his back.
After more than ten minutes, he licked the corners of his lips, turned around, stared at the dessert on the other side of the table, looked at it for a long time, dropped the pillow and sat up, leaned over and reached out to bring it back.
He picked up the small porcelain spoon again, first picked out the crushed strawberries on it and finished eating, then peeled off the red jam, and scooped out a spoonful of milky jelly underneath.
Duan Min was unhappy, and frowned again. This thing was warm, the taste was delicate and smooth, but it was too sour.
Hey, what is she exactly doing?
He wanted to put the dessert back on the table again. Halfway through the action, he saw the smiling face on the orange post-it note. After a long pause, Duan Min picked up the spoon again and scooped up the next layer and dipped some jam on top.
The taste becomes sweet and sour.
His brows were still frowning, but he kept moving, spoon after spoon, eating it continuously.
Putting down the empty cup, Duan Min lay back on the sofa, lying on his side holding a pillow, his mouth full of sweet and sour taste.
From the mouth to the esophagus, for the first time there was a feeling of being warmed.
Because of the jam, his pale lips became a little more bloody after the onset of illness.
The next day, You Xu opened the door. One can see the empty cup and saucer on a high stool.
“Ding” rang in her mind, and the system said, “Congratulations to the host, the current villain’s trust value is 5.”
You Xu snorted, picked up the porcelain plate and the empty cup and went back to clean it.
From this day on, Duan Min would eat the dishes You Xu brought in the evening, but there was no other progress. After more than a month, the system finally couldn’t help but urge: “Host, don’t you think the progress bar is too slow, why don’t you take some other action?”
You Xu said unhurriedly: “You have to believe in science.”