"Did we know each other before?" I asked. He took a package and looked at me and said, "I don't know you."

"Why are you so good to me?" I asked.

"I tore your clothes apart," he said.

What is this explanation? My clothes are not as good as the cloth coated in the clothes. I shut my mouth and fought with him, which would hurt my mind. Seeing that I was not asking, he said to me: "I have already booked a banquet and will definitely give you enough."

The little beggars outside the door had not left yet, with satisfied smiles on their faces and their front pockets of their clothes were full. It seemed that this man had given them enough food. The young man walked over, like a very polite person, "Miss, thank you!"

Miss? Thank you? Do you understand gratitude when you are full? I looked at the young man in surprise. The young man blushed and hesitated for a long time without saying anything. He turned around and ran away, taking away the group of little beggars.

After eating and drinking, there were many dishes on the huge table with only one chopstick.

"What should I do?" I didn't feel wrong. He voluntarily spent money and arranged so many tricks. I am not a pig, and those who do not like to eat.

He held his fingers together, his slender fingers holding his perfect face, "Stay a break first."

When I heard what he said, I felt that I was really tired. I kept standing straight in the garbage dump, fighting for physical strength. I blew a few times and walked to the railing. When I was lit in the sun, I lay on the recliner. The more I thought about it, the more I liked it. There was no sunlight in my world.

The beautiful boy in the dream still hugged me tightly with tears in his face. He said to me, "Don't leave me behind, please." I was even more disgusted with my inexplicable additional skills. If I didn't have this skill, how could I steal other people's dreams? Maybe this is the connection between them.

"Piaomiao, what's wrong with you?" A familiar voice came from my ears. I closed my eyes and shouted in annoyance, "What kind of skill is this? Do you even steal other people's dreams?!" My ears were much more purified. When this crazy shouting, my irritable heart became much cooler, and I entered a dreamless deep sleep.

When I woke up, I was in a room with a gray-white curtain sitting beside the bed, staring at me without blinking his eyes. His deep and divine eyes stared at me, and I sat up in panic and quickly cleared the chaos.

"You! What are you doing?!" I pointed at him and checked my clothes. The clothes were still there. I reached out to touch my hair. The golden hairpins on the top of my head were gone, and my hair was scattered. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. I had never been valued by anyone, and I still regarded myself as a treasure and could not despise myself.

"I like to sleep naked. There is only this room here." He reported to me truthfully. I took a look at his slender body, his tight skin, his white and shiny skin, which was so white, and his simple girl who almost never left the house has read many booklets.

Long pulled the white underwear from the side, put it on, tied the straps, lifted up the quilt to reveal it... I covered my eyes in panic, because I twisted it too hard, and the tendons on my neck were injured. I gritted my teeth and endured the pain, pressed my head against the wall, and kept chanting the cool scriptures in my heart. I hugged the Buddha's feet temporarily, and I didn't have many sentences to recite, so I had to repeat them again and again.

"Don't you come down?" Long asked.

I covered my neck and asked in panic, "What are you doing?"

"You slept so long this time. Now it's lunch time," he said.

"What do you mean?" I hesitated.

"That's right. I'll prepare a banquet for you, hurry up." He said.

I rubbed my neck, and he came over and reached out to pull my hands away. His hot hands were appropriately rubbing my neck.

I am really an idiot. It was not confirmed by my family again and again, but I finally realized my IQ. I woke up and I was already sitting at the dining table, with a table of attractive foods placed in front of me. As for what to do and what not to do, I had already thrown away somewhere under the temptation of these foods. The brief sobering was just seeing him holding his cheek and holding up his wine glass at me with one hand.

After I had enough food and food again, I ran to my favorite place without waiting for him to speak, lay down and closed my eyes in the sun.

The food on the table is the same as yesterday, but the location has changed. I still chose what I like to eat, but I didn’t move any chopsticks to the one I don’t like to eat. What should I do?

He directly asked someone to clean the table, served some fruit snacks, and brand new tea sets. He put the tea sets open and cooked tea. I don’t know how much gold there is in his house. Such tea sets are like the dishes on the table, and eight sets of tea were prepared. Each set of tea leaves brewed in different tea leaves and emitted different smells. I was very particular about the smell. Without waiting for him to greet him, I sat over and picked up the shallow drinks he liked, and finally chose a flower tea, "I'll drink this."

"Okay." He ordered someone to remove the remaining tea sets. I hurriedly stopped me, "This is what I drink. You cleared away those, what are you drinking? Are you not drinking?"

"I'll let you drink some good wine tomorrow. Let's drink this tea together today?" he said.

"Good wine?" I have drunk it. This world has many similarities with my world, but the food here is better than that in my world. The wine has also been dipped in, but it tastes a little more than water and is more spicy than tea. I don't like it, and it's very bland. He told me in this tone, and even sought my opinion. I have never received such treatment. One is in a panic and don't know how to reply, so I had to hold the teacup and drink it one by one.

We stayed here for a long time, but we had a fun time. After noon and the afternoon was deserted, Long asked the guys here to call out musical people and musical people from outside. They were all outside the curtains, accompanied by instrumental music, and sang softly.

"This is better than listening to the cicadas on the tree." I had nothing to say, because I felt that I had so much trouble getting my torn clothes, so I was very sad. It was just that I was sorry that I didn't dare to leave easily.

"Which song do you like to listen to?" Long first ignored me. After they played it all, he asked me.

"Like it?" I was stunned. I thought about it and hummed out a sound from my mouth, humming out the sound I remembered.

"Did you hear it?" Long asked.

"I heard it."

“Just this song.”

The song was played over and over again several times, and I begged, "If you listen too much, no matter how good it is, it will turn into torture. Let's change it."

Long directly reported several song titles to the outside. I sat in the sun, my hands unconsciously knocked on the railings with the melody, and my eyes wandered away in the blue sky on the roof. The song was so deep that I felt so sleepy that I had no sleep until an oil lamp came in, and lanterns hung around the room.

"I asked the guy here to cook porridge and cook some light side dishes. I wonder if you like it, try it first." Long said politely.

I quickly waved my hand, "I should eat so many meals for you, too..." I really didn't dare to indulge myself in continuing to stick to it with shamelessness and fearlessness.

"I don't have companions these days, how many more days are you willing to stay with me?" He picked up the porridge bowl, stirred it with a spoon, and blew away the layer of heat.

"I......"

"We've had a lot of fun together," he said.

It's interesting, very interesting, so much fun that I want to continue being a rice worm and let the years here slide past me from now on.

"I can only relax for a few days, and after these days, I will leave."

"Where are you going?" I asked impulsively.

"Are you going with me?" He pressed the spoon containing the porridge to my mouth, and I subconsciously opened my mouth to swallow it, soft and glutinous, and the temperature just slid down my esophagus, smoothing out the anxiety in my heart.

"Do you want to be with me?" Long didn't wait for my answer. A spoonful of porridge was pressed against my mouth with his question. I still chose to open my mouth and swallow it. There were some refreshing and small side dishes mixed in it. After chewing it for a few times, the mouth was sweet and sour.

"What is this?" My eyes were searching on the table, and I picked up the chopsticks and went straight to the side dish. How could this little bit satisfy my appetite?
Chapter completed!