How come you're also my ex-girlfriend?

She reached out, opened the bag, and then slipped her slender, fair hand inside.

It doesn't have much quality, at least not compared to the clothes I usually wear.

Then type with one hand.

Ye Shutong: [I'm afraid you might find it useful.]

Daytime fireworks: [?]

Daytime Fireworks: [You should at least have asked me before you threw it away.]

Ye Shutong: [Should I pick it up?]

Daytime Fireworks: [Never mind, it's not worth much... By the way, how much did your clothes cost? You even replaced your shoes. Should I buy you replacements for both?]

Ye Shutong: [Are you really going to give it to me?]

Daytime Fireworks: [I'm just being polite; I can't afford this. Consider it a gift from you.]

Ye Shutong: [Oh.]

Xu Yan scratched his head.

Is it really free?

This left Xu Yan completely bewildered; he suddenly felt like he owed her a huge favor... even though she was the one who got him into the water.

However, the relationship between them doesn't seem to be an equivalent exchange.

Daytime Fireworks: [Is there anything else?]

Ye Shutong: [That's all, goodnight.]

This person... Xu Yan suddenly felt speechless.

What's the point of coming over and messing around every now and then? It's just a few pieces of clothing, is it really necessary...?

I don't know why, but I feel inexplicably upset.

So I tapped my phone: "Send me some cool photos to see when I'm bored."

Her emotions were so stable, so stable, that it made people want to sabotage her.

And not long after...

Ye Shutong: [Send image]

Xu Yan: ?

It's really happened? For a moment, Xu Yan was almost afraid to look.

Although I saw this girl in a swimsuit during the day... does this really fall into the category of late-night flirting?

Xu Yan still tapped on the phone screen.

The photo Ye Shutong posted is... a large double-door refrigerator.

Damn, it's really cool here!

The boy lay on the bed with his arms outstretched, staring at the ceiling, wanting to sleep in the deep sea.

At the same time.

The dried T-shirt was placed on the pillow.

Her long, ink-black hair cascaded down her back. She gently turned her head, turned off the light, and closed her eyes.

Even as the light faded and darkness descended, her complexion grew even more rosy.

If you close your eyes, you can almost hear the surging tide, the sound of it sweeping across the pool.

Besides the surging pool water, there was also the warmth of the embrace I felt as I fell into it.

Just like right now, I'm resting my head on his shirt.

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Chapter 74 Fantasy Object? (Please Subscribe~)

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When Xu Yan woke up in the morning, the first thing he heard was the prompt in his mind.

Before one is fully awake, a huge question mark arises.

What does that mean? A fantasy object?

I hope I didn't dream last night. Although the flags will still be raised high in the morning, there will be no trace of any 'leak'.

That means I was normal last night, so... who is the problem?

Wait.

Whose mind did I...?

Does this world even have a safe corner for cute, handsome, and strong guys like us?

too frightening.

The key point is that Xu Yan can't figure out who could do such a thing. Maybe it's not even one of the girls around him... What if it's not even a girl?

That's even more terrifying.

Fantasy is wonderful, but imagining it on you is a bit creepy. It's like how online, people think you're the only one they see and have a crazy possessive desire for you—that's beautiful, but if it actually happened to you, you'd know what horror is.

I got up, went out to buy breakfast, and brought it home before my parents got up.

Are you going out today?

Seeing his son getting ready early in the morning, Old Xu casually asked.

Xu Yan nodded. "I have something to do this afternoon. What's up?"

"Your cousin and his family are coming over for a visit this afternoon... If you have something to do, that's fine, your mom and I will take care of them."

Cousins?

The first family Xu Yan could think of was the one he least liked to visit during the Spring Festival.

The cousin named Wang Xinhai and the cousin named Wang Wei.

This cousin is a few years older than Xu Yan. I remember he should have already graduated from university and started working in another city. But during the Spring Festival in the past, he would often show off his achievements at the dinner table.

He even brings up trivial things like joining the student union in college, because he's incredibly optimistic about his future.

The whole family has a tendency to "belittle" them.

It seems quite normal, after all, these family gatherings during the Lunar New Year have long lost their original meaning. They're either meant to prove that one's family is doing better than others, or to find out that others are doing worse than oneself.

As for his cousin Wang Wei, Xu Yan didn't have a good impression of her either. She was alright looking, but too spoiled.

She can't touch her toys, and she doesn't even want others to enter her room. Often, even when everyone is home for the New Year, she's still not out of bed and reluctant to greet or wish anyone a happy new year.

Xu Yan didn't give him a friendly look either; he certainly didn't treat him like a cousin.

Therefore, Xu Yan had absolutely no interest in this family.

"Oh, then you can entertain me. There's no need to save any food for me; I don't even know when I'll be back."

"It's a pity. Your cousin said he hasn't seen you in a long time and wanted to have a good chat with you."

Let's have a proper chat?

Xu Yan could only laugh when he heard that.

It's nothing more than someone who's just entered the workforce, received good treatment, and can't wait to show off to their younger cousin who's still in school, and then 'pass on' some experience like those greasy adults, just to satisfy their lecturing desires.

Don't blame yourself for being foul-mouthed, but Wang Xinhai really is that kind of person.

When he first entered high school, he began teaching Xu Yan how to get along well with his classmates after entering university.

He has the air of an old man despite his young age.

After chatting at home for a while and having lunch, the boy contacted Jiang Yiyao and then hurried out.

If you run into that family, you'll have to teach them a lesson, like how you're being inconsiderate by thinking about going out to play when your elders are visiting.

Xu Yan waited for Jiang Yiyao, who was late, at the entrance of the residential area.

It's normal for girls to get ready before going out, and in some ways it should even make boys feel secretly pleased.

After all, remembering to take care of yourself shows how much they value you. You wouldn't put in any effort to prepare for people or things you don't care about.

However, Xu Yan learned her lesson: self-deception is unacceptable; it might just be a trick by the other party to manipulate you.

There's no way around it; this world is both a giant makeshift operation and a grand werewolf game.

"clatter."

"clatter."

"clatter."

Footsteps came from behind, and Xu Yan, who was looking at his phone, turned around.

A young woman with long legs stepped out of the shadows in the stairwell, sunlight shining on her.

A bright red short-sleeved T-shirt, tucked into denim shorts.

It not only beautifully accentuated her already graceful and curvaceous figure, but also made her long, white legs appear even straighter and more beautiful. A simple pair of white sneakers and white socks completed the youthful and stylish look.

It seemed like the outfit didn't require much time to put together, but Xu Yan quickly realized where the other person's time had gone.

Her long hair was styled into a bun at the back of her head, but a strand of hair fell down, revealing her ears and delicate features.

Her short bangs were only part of her hairstyle, and she wore a separate earring on her right ear that shone brightly in direct sunlight.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Xu Yan felt that the moment she stepped out of the shadows, she seemed to be shining brightly.

"Is it really that good? I'm still watching it."