"How could I do this!?" Yaoyao was startled and said quickly.

Her eyes were wide open, as if she was frightened.

It seems to be saying: You are the one cheating now, okay?

Cheng Ye rubbed Yaoyao's head: "Okay, I know you like me the most, right?"

Yaoyao nodded, raised her eyebrows and smiled: "Yes, I like my brother the most."

Cheng Ye felt a little cold on his back for no reason.

But he kept a gentle smile on his face.

Under the streetlight, the two people were smiling face to face. People who didn't know better thought they were lovers in love.

Only Cheng Yimei is suffering.

"Brother, let's go. I bought vegetables to make you a supper." Yaoyao walked in front and turned around to urge her.

Cheng Ye swallowed.

Do you want to kill yourself?

Or do you really just want to feed yourself?

There is currently no good way to let Yaoyao leave, and there are restrictions on not deviating from the character...

Cheng Ye could only bite the bullet and got into the elevator with Yaoyao.

"Brother, why do I think your face is a little ugly?" Yaoyao stood on tiptoes and approached Cheng Ye, asking with great concern.

Cheng Ye looked at Yaoyao's big, dazzling eyes and felt terrified.

He looked tired, sighed, and forced a smile.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but finally whispered four words: "It's okay, Yaoyao."

Yaoyao frowned slightly.

She looked at Cheng Ye, a trace of doubt flashing in her eyes.

Cheng Ye held Yaoyao's hand.

My little hands are very soft and cold.

He came close to Yaoyao's face, and her breath hit his face. Cheng Ye looked at his reflection in Yaoyao's eyes and put her hand on her chest: "Why are your hands so cold? Have you been waiting for me for a long time?"

"Don't cook tonight. I happen to be a little tired. Please take a rest with me."

Cheng Ye didn't wait for Yaoyao to agree, and stood up straight again, and naturally took the dish in Yaoyao's hand with his other hand.

Yaoyao looked at Cheng Ye with a complicated expression, wondering what she was thinking.

Soon, the elevator arrived.

Cheng Ye and Yaoyao entered the room one after another.

It's still the same as before, no changes.

The difference is that this time Cheng Ye did not let down his guard. Instead, he stuffed the dishes in his hands into the refrigerator, took Yaoyao's hand and came to the bed.

"Brother, do you want to rest?" Yaoyao asked softly.

"You stay with me, I'll hold you for a while." Cheng Ye half-squinted his eyes, a look of weariness appeared on his face, and held Yaoyao's hand in his big hand and refused to let go.

He was already half lying on the bed, as if he would fall asleep at any moment.

Yaoyao smiled.

This was the first time she had a warm smile in her face since the first time she saw her.

Cheng Yimei lowered the big stone a little bit.

Yaoyao nodded obediently: "Then I will sleep with my brother."

She took off her coat, got into Cheng Ye's arms, wrapped her small hands around Cheng Ye's waist and hugged him: "Brother, something is different today."

Yes, in order to prevent this little girl from cooking for herself.

From the moment he entered the elevator until now, he has been emphasizing that he is too tired.

I was tired, didn't want to move, and didn't even have the energy to eat.

As long as you don't cook today, it'll be fine. Let's have a good time tomorrow.

"I'm just a little tired, but my heart is still full of your brother." Cheng Ye said perfunctorily with his eyes closed.

Yaoyao's limp body leaned close to him.

It's so small, it looks like it has no bones.

Cheng Ye smoothly hugged her into his arms, and his mind began to work at high speed.

I need to quickly think about how to get through this dungeon. I feel that the longer it takes, the more troublesome it will be.

Right!

Cheng Ye's eyes lit up.

Unconsciously, he squeezed Yaoyao tightly with his hands.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Yaoyao asked softly.

As soon as Cheng Ye lowered his head, he realized that Yaoyao in his arms had been staring at him intently.

Her eyes were so big that it made him feel scared.

"I'm a little thirsty. There's no water at home, and I don't want to move." Cheng Ye closed his eyes and answered weakly.

Yaoyao thought for a while: "I'll buy water for my brother."

Cheng Ye held her hand tightly: "It's so late, go to sleep, you won't die from thirst all night."

"How can that be done?" Yaoyao laughed: "I will take good care of my brother."

Every time she smiled, her eyes narrowed into slits. The originally sweet smile made Cheng Ye feel a little scared for no reason.

She pushed Cheng Ye's chest and said, "I'll come back as soon as I go. I won't be thirsty for my brother."

After saying that, she got out of bed by herself.

He thoughtfully dimmed the lights in the room and kissed Cheng Ye's forehead: "Squint for a while, I'll be back in a minute."

Cheng Ye nodded.

Yaoyao laughed again, her eyes curved into crescent moons, sweet yet frightening.

She walked to the door, suddenly stopped, and turned around: "Brother, be good."

She stood at the door for a long time, as if she wanted to take in every detail of Cheng Ye from head to toe.

Cheng Ye didn't dare to open his eyes.

Waiting quietly.

finally.

Peng——

A very soft sound.

The door is closed.

Cheng Ye opened his eyes carefully, and there was no one in the room.

Only the bedside lamp gave off dim light.

Gone, gone, the god of plague is gone.

Hurry and escape.

Cheng Ye stood up as soon as he stood up. He was about to grab his pocket bag and immediately rushed out the door towards the rooftop.

There is money and cards in the pocket, which are must-have items.

If he remembered correctly, this building was connected to the building next to it.

He can get down from the elevator in another building through the rooftop and stay away from Yaoyao.

He's never coming to this damn apartment again, it's terrible.

Just as he was thinking about it, he had already walked to the sofa.

Clang.

It was the sound made by some metal equipment falling on the floor.

Cheng Ye suddenly felt bad.

He suddenly turned around and saw a woman holding a knife and sticking her head out from under the bed, grinning.

Her hair was disheveled, her head was raised, and her clothes were in a mess.

The light was very dim, illuminating the woman's facial features.
To be continued...