Quick Transmigration: Hosts, We're Only Responsible for Counterattacking

Chapter 153 Turning the Tables for a Slacker (29)

The girl paused for a moment, glanced slowly at the juice in her hand, and stammered, "Thank you."

"I'm such a good person," Shen Yun said, taking a satisfied sip of red wine, feeling increasingly proud and imposing.

2345 opened his mouth wide, his eyes wide, and he nervously swallowed. [Host, I think you might have forgotten something.]

"what?"

Do you remember where you got this glass of red wine from?

Shen Yun's expression froze. She felt as if several crows were flying across the sky, cawing loudly... Could she say she had forgotten?

"Is there really something in the wine?" How could she guess the plot so accurately now?
A surge of heat rose from the depths of his heart. This damned, familiar formula... "Give me the antidote?" Shen Yun's cheeks flushed red, and his eyes gradually lost focus.

2345 lowered his head, a hint of guilt flashing in his eyes, then firmly raised his head, his face innocent. [The system shop is inaccessible.]

"You're lying. How did you manage to investigate the Chen family before?"

[That doesn't require the system shop!]

If 2345 had a physical form, Shen Yun thought she would definitely beat it into a beef ball.

I took out an unnamed bottle, shook it, and then ate it like a candy. It probably wasn't expired.

Fu walked over and noticed that she was different from usual. He couldn't help but take a closer look. Her face was so red and her body was hot. Could she be sick?

Her fair skin had a faint peach-pink hue, and her eyes were slightly red. She bit her lip, and her slightly confused eyes were filled with impatience.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he slowly stepped forward, blocking the gazes of others.

With a "boom," upon hearing his voice, Shen Yun felt as if a volcano had erupted in his heart. Thinking of the medicine he had just taken, he felt like he was going to vomit blood.

This time, it seems she really did take the wrong medicine.

2345, inside the space, practically wanted to shout encouragement: "Host, the humanoid antidote is right before your eyes! Go, Pikachu!"

Shen Yun raised her eyes and looked at Fu Xing with burning eyes. She was never one to compromise herself, but she didn't know if Fu Xing was willing.

My mind felt like it was filled with mush, completely chaotic.

Never mind, we'll deal with the rest later!

Humanoid Antidote - Fu Xing: Although he shouldn't think this way, he felt very dangerous and should leave as soon as possible.

They were standing in a relatively secluded spot, so not many people saw Shen Yun dragging Fu Xing upstairs.

Of course, even if they saw it, they wouldn't say anything.

The door clicked shut and locked from the inside.

Even after entering the room, Fu Xing was still a little dazed. His suit jacket was wide open, revealing a white shirt and a dark vest underneath. His hands were frozen in mid-air, and confusion was reflected in his starry eyes. His usually arrogant features looked much gentler at this moment.

So beautiful! Shen Yun narrowed her eyes slightly.

"Xiaxia, are you... um..." Fu Xing's bewildered eyes widened suddenly, filled with disbelief and joy. Xiaxia was kissing him!

Is he dreaming?!
He felt dizzy and disoriented, as if he were in a house made of cotton candy, breathing in sweet air. However, he still retained a sliver of reason and finally managed to push her away, saying, "Xiaxia, don't be impulsive."

Shen Yun slightly raised her chin, pursed her lips, and made a move that surprised Fu Xing.

He lay in bed, recalling everything that had just happened. Was this really not a dream?
The woman lightly placed her fingers on the man's chin, applied a little pressure, stood on tiptoe, pressed her fingers against it, and after a few moments, she couldn't help but push the man down.

"If you don't want to, I can stop right now." The voice was husky and seductive.

He was unwilling, even if he wanted to go crazy. Fu Xing's cheeks flushed, and he pulled the person standing in front of him down, but he wanted to change positions.

There was indeed a difference in physical strength between men and women. Shen Yun, caught off guard, realized that her positions with Fu Xing were reversed. She frowned, "You..."

Before she could finish speaking, Fu Xing chuckled ambiguously twice, "It's too late for you to regret it."

Shen Yun tried hard to make out the scene before her. Brilliant fireworks exploded right in front of her, one after another, making her forget what she wanted to say and what she was supposed to do.

It seems like she's about to launch a counterattack.

……

Fu Yuan was somewhat surprised to see that the two of them hadn't come out after going upstairs and into their room. He knew his own son well; he was a blockhead with high standards and a sharp tongue. It was really not easy for him to find a girl who suited him. He had always thought that his son would grow old alone.

"morning."

As she opened her eyes and was about to turn around, she suddenly paused. Memories of last night flooded back to her. Her gaze fell on her side, where Fu Xing was smiling, revealing a perfect eight teeth.

Her brows furrowed into a deep frown; if she remembered correctly, she was the bottom one last night.

This is really annoying!
Seeing her expression, Fu Xing thought she regretted it and felt a little sad, but he didn't show it on his face. He casually prepared to lift the quilt to get his clothes, but Shen Yun stopped his hand from lifting the quilt.

"What's wrong?" Fu Xing asked, puzzled.

Shen Yun arrogantly raised her head, her eyes flashing, then she lifted the blanket to cover the two of them, her muffled voice coming over, "I just feel that I need to restore my wifely authority."

Nearly an hour later, Shen Yun got up and went to the bathroom with her bare, fair feet.

Fu Xing, who appeared expressionless but was actually shy, covered his head with the blanket, hiding himself completely. After a while, he finally poked his head out, revealing messy short hair with a few stray hairs sticking up on top of his head, a stark contrast to his cold and aloof features.

Upon seeing this, 2345 was filled with confusion. Why did he feel that the relationship between the host and Fu Xing was somewhat abnormal? He felt that the host was particularly suited to sitting with his legs crossed, smoking a cigarette, and exhaling clouds of smoke as he said, "Stop crying. I'll take responsibility for you from now on."

Fu Xing was whimpering beside her.

(=ω｀=)
This scene is really exciting; just thinking about 2345 is thrilling.

It covered its eyes, then quietly released its paws. Suddenly, I really wished this scene could really happen again.

It wasn't just 2345 who thought so; Fu Yuan and Grandpa Fu also thought so.

Especially when they saw their usually cold-hearted son (grandson) looking at them with a nervous expression while they ate breakfast, a faint blush on his cheeks.

In contrast, Ningxia showed no expression whatsoever; if one had to describe it, one could only say they were calm.

The two looked at each other, wondering if something was wrong.

(End of this chapter)