I met a yandere rich girl online using fake photos, and she kidnapped me.

The paused scene on the screen started moving again.

There are several scenes in the movie.

Thus, the huge, single-level apartment was transformed into a cosplay space for the two of them.

In the first few scenes, Lin An still had plenty of energy.

Later on, I felt willing but unable to do it.

Lin An grinned.

Huo Nianci could tell from his expression that he wasn't faking it.

So they only replicated half of the movie before ending.

After the movie ended, Huo Nianci also noted the movie's runtime.

She calmly said to Lin An, who was lying disheveled on the study floor, "It's okay, An'an, don't be too discouraged if you can't do it. We have plenty of time."

"I originally wanted An'an to pay in full at once, but it seems An'an doesn't have that kind of ability, so let's leave the rest for tomorrow."

After hearing her words, Lin An slowly got up from the corner of the floor.

He leaned against the leg of the desk, looking up at the ceiling. He was completely exhausted, his back ached, and his limbs felt weak.

"Yes," Huo Nianci nodded, "I just counted, there are a total of 1,012 video files on your computer."

"This is the first one. There are 1,011 left, or to be precise, 1,011 and a half."

After hearing Huo Nianci's words, Lin An's body slowly slid down from the corner of the wooden table once again.

He collapsed to the ground.

One thousand and twelve movies, at today's pace, if each movie is replicated for three hours, that's more than three thousand hours.

Even if you keep replicating it every day, it will still take more than a hundred days.

Moreover, besides these relatively normal ones, how do you replicate the less normal ones?

Pingping, you really killed your brother...

Lin An felt as if his brain had automatically shut down this part of its computing function.

We refuse to process any further information related to this number.

At this moment, Huo Nianci also lay down.

The two people lay side by side on the floor.

Lin An turned his head to look at her.

She still had a faint blush on her face from exercising, and she looked very happy.

Although this happiness was built upon the suffering of his younger brother...

The two lay there quietly for an unknown amount of time.

The light outside the window had changed from the bright afternoon light to the orange-red hue of evening.

Just then, a knock came from the entrance hall.

Before Lin An could react, Huo Nianci had already sat up.

She stood up and casually pulled a large coat from the back of the chair and wrapped it around herself.

He covered up the marks left by the leather skirt, black stockings, and gold-rimmed glasses, then walked out of the study, across the corridor, and opened the door.

Then Lin An heard the bodyguard's voice coming from the doorway.

He gave a brief report, followed by the rustling sound of plastic bags rubbing together.

Huo Nianci exchanged a few words with her bodyguard and then closed the door.

She carried several takeout boxes back to the restaurant.

The boxes were arranged one by one on the dining table. When the lids were opened, the hot, spicy aroma wafted out of the boxes.

As Lin An slowly moved out of the study, supporting his back, he could smell the scent from a few steps away.

The table was laden with spicy blood curd, boiled beef, spicy diced chicken, and Mapo tofu.

Each dish is topped with a layer of bright red chili oil.

Dried chili pepper segments and Sichuan peppercorns are sprinkled on the surface of the dish, and steam rises upwards.

Huo Nianci stood by the table, arranging the chopsticks one pair at a time.

When she saw Lin An walking out, supporting his back, her gaze lingered on his bent back for a moment.

He then smiled wryly, seemingly enjoying the fact that Lin An had been thoroughly teased.

She gestured with her lip toward the chair opposite her: "Sit down and eat."

"Who did this?" Lin An asked.

"I knew you were going to end up like this, so I had my bodyguard order takeout."

"Try it, isn't it tastier than yours?"

Lin An breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought to myself that she was quite thoughtful.

No arguing!

What do you mean by "I knew I would end up like this"?

So she won't give up until she's made me look like this today?

Lin An's lips twitched slightly, then he sat down opposite her.

I picked up my chopsticks and took a slice of boiled beef.

The beef slices are cut very thinly, and they are smooth and tender when you bite into them. The spicy and numbing flavors explode on your tongue.

"Is it delicious?" Huo Nianci asked.

Lin An nodded, picked up another piece of Mapo Tofu with his chopsticks, and mixed it into the rice.

He was indeed hungry; the physical exertion of the past three hours had almost completely drained him of his energy.

Huo Nianci also picked up her chopsticks, took a piece of spicy chicken, chewed it, and swallowed it without any change in expression.

She put down her chopsticks, watched Lin An burying his head in his rice, and said softly, "This Sichuan cuisine master's dishes don't seem as good as yours."

Lin An, with a mouthful of rice stuffed in his mouth, raised his head with some difficulty to look at her.

"Nianci, are you serious?"

"I?"

"Do you think my cooking is better than that of a Sichuan cuisine master?"

"Yes!" Huo Nianci nodded very firmly: "I said, An'an's dishes have a special flavor that no one can replicate."

Lin An gave an awkward laugh; he himself couldn't discern the special flavor Huo Nianci was referring to in his food.

So he simply took it as Huo Nianci flattering him.

Anyway, Lin An enjoyed the meal very much.

It must be said that the master chef's cooking is of a high standard, perfectly embodying the essence of spicy, numbing, fresh, and fragrant flavors.

He ate three large bowls of rice in a row.

Huo Nianci didn't eat much; she only ate a small bowl of rice.

Seeing that Lin An had eaten so much, she smiled again: "An'an, are you full?"

Lin An put down his chopsticks and leaned back in his chair: "I'm full."

"If you're full," Huo Nianci licked her lips again, "how about we recreate a different movie?"

"Again, again?" Lin An was so frightened that he stammered.