A Maybach on a rainy night? Talk to my Levadin!

Her gaze swept over Zhao Zizhan, as if she were watching him perform this act, her lips barely curving upwards.

Zhao Zizhan's surprised expression froze for a moment, then he scratched his head and asked with a hint of doubt, "Then why didn't you answer when I called you so many times?"

"What do you want me to say?"

Surtr countered with a question that carried a subtle but sharp edge.

Zhao Zizhan was caught off guard by this sudden attitude. His smile vanished, and he stood there blinking. He quickly went over the conversation in his mind and didn't think he had said anything offensive. Why did this lady suddenly change her expression?

Before Zhao Zizhan could figure it out, Surtr spoke again, his tone still unpleasant: "What did you call me here for?"

Her gaze fell on the freezer in the corner of the room, and she stopped looking at Zhao Zizhan.

"Oh, well, actually I came to ask you for a favor..."

Zhao Zizhan quickly came to his senses and was about to ask her to go to Longmen when he was abruptly interrupted by Surtr.

"don't go"

"Don't go."

The two words were spoken crisply and decisively, without the slightest hesitation, as if she had anticipated his request. After speaking, Surtr lay back down on the sofa, pulled the blanket over himself, leaving only a section of his red hair exposed, and said in a tone that left no room for refusal: "Go out and close the door for me, thank you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the huge sword leaning against the sofa suddenly swayed slightly, then slowly turned a small circle, as if it were gloating.

He quickly smiled and walked around to the back of the sofa, rubbed his hands together, and prepared to massage Surtr's shoulders: "Oh dear, what's wrong? Who made our Surtr sister angry? Did you not eat enough ice cream? I'll go get you a few more boxes later?"

"You do not know?"

Surtr's voice came from under the blanket, muffled.

"Should I...know this?"

The atmosphere at the scene made Zhao Zizhan realize that something must have gone wrong. In such a life-or-death moment, every question had a profound meaning behind it. If he relaxed even slightly, or made a mistake, the easy question would turn into a life-threatening one.

In fact, Zhao Zizhan had a vague feeling that Surtr's anger was likely related to him, but you absolutely cannot admit to this, otherwise you will become a typical Android thinker.

Because at this point there is an information gap between the two parties. You only know that the other person's anger is related to you, but the other person has a complete picture of the event in their mind. Once you admit it, it means that you know the situation at the time. You know that you still made her angry, and the conclusion is that you did it on purpose.

Didn't it just get smashed?

Zhao Zizhan didn't know why he, a thirty-year-old bachelor in his previous life, had mastered these things without a teacher; perhaps it was related to his current body.

The Dou Di bloodline still relies too much on talent.

Zhao Zizhan's hand, which had been hovering in mid-air, paused for two seconds before gently landing on Surtr's shoulder—his fingertips first touched the velvet of the blanket before moving down to the lines of her neck and shoulders. "Although I don't know what's going on, you can tell me if you're unhappy about anything. It's so hard to keep it all inside."

She neither dodged nor reprimanded him, and Zhao Zizhan secretly breathed a sigh of relief—it was good that she didn't resist, which meant that the matter hadn't reached the point of no return, and there was still room for discussion.

"I have nothing to say to you."

“What kind of talk is that?” Zhao Zizhan said while rubbing his shoulders. “We’ve known each other for so long, haven’t we? We’ve come all the way from the Ursus permafrost. You’ve helped me out of so many predicaments, and we’ve been through so much together. We can’t just be called good colleagues, but we’re definitely staunch comrades-in-arms. How can we not have anything to say to each other?”

"A staunch comrade-in-arms?"

Surtr suddenly spoke, his voice devoid of emotion.

Immediately afterward, Zhao Zizhan saw her raise her hand and slowly pull down the blanket covering her until her entire face was revealed. She turned her head slightly, her cold eyes staring straight at him, her gaze brighter and deeper than before, as if hiding something unspoken.

"Of course! We've fought side-by-side countless times, haven't we? We're as close as can be. I can say that to anyone with a clear conscience."

"What if I feel guilty?"

As soon as Surtr said this, the atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little strange, and Zhao Zizhan paused his hand on the other's shoulder.

He paused for a few seconds before managing a somewhat stiff smile, his voice lower than before: "What... does this mean?"

Although he was always flirting with these girls, it mostly remained at the level of empty talk, with very little concrete action. Essentially, he was still a thirty-year-old bachelor, harboring a bit of timidity.

He didn't quite understand how to start a relationship, or perhaps he was afraid of becoming the clown in the relationship, so he hesitated to take that step.

Surtr's words were almost a tacit implication, but Zhao Zizhan was still somewhat hesitant to confirm. What if... what if that wasn't what he meant? What if he was just overthinking things and had misunderstood? If he expressed the wrong opinion, not only would it be embarrassing, but he might also lose even the little bit of goodwill he had now.

Bar chair 999999

Reality isn't a visual novel. Girls won't pop up three chat windows, you can't save and refresh, and there's no quantifiable chart for affection levels. If you make a mistake, your save file will be corrupted.

Surtr grabbed Zhao Zizhan by the collar and pulled him down with a sudden burst of strength. The next second, Zhao Zizhan's vision was filled by Surtr's slightly raised chin. Those eyes, which always burned with fire, were now half-closed, and his eyelashes cast a faint shadow under his eyes. Then, their lips touched without warning.

Soft and cool, like a cloud in early spring.

This was Zhao Zizhan's first reaction.

The sweet scent of ice cream seeped between his lips, and the hot breath exhaled from his nose scalded him.

The fire giant lived up to its name; he felt the heat seep into his limbs and bones through his pores, making his blood run hot.

Zhao Zizhan felt a fire raging and burning in his heart.

The flames spread along his veins, burning his fingertips until they went numb, and even his heartbeat became exceptionally loud, pounding against his chest like a drum.

He tried to retaliate.

Two clumsy lips touched, and with too much force, they produced a soft laugh, followed by an even deeper moan.

P.S.: I'm terrible at romantic scenes, ugh...

Book recommendation segment:

Chapter 206 The power of the Dou Di bloodline has been unleashed.

The air conditioner in the room carried a slight coolness, but it couldn't dispel the lingering heat between the two.

For a long time, the lips are divided.

It was as if the air itself had frozen, leaving only the sound of their slightly hurried breaths, one light and one heavy, intertwined, exceptionally clear in the narrow space.

Zhao Zizhan and Surtr were both panting heavily. The moment their eyes met, time seemed to stand still.

She saw his imposing figure and icy demeanor, his eyes like pools of autumn water; he saw her hair like cicada wings fluttering against the moon above her brows, her cheeks flushed with the first blush of wine.

"you……"

"you……"

The two spoke almost simultaneously, but as soon as they finished speaking, they both froze, looking at each other helplessly, with only an awkward silence in the air.

Zhao Zizhan was truly stunned. His mind was like a hard drive that had been emptied, completely blank except for a buzzing sound. His mind was filled with the soft touch he had just felt and the faint fragrance emanating from Surtr. The flight urgently needed to take off.

Everyone knows what a sixteen or seventeen-year-old lad is like; even Zhao Zilong's bright silver spear wouldn't be much better than that.

Surtr was filled with remorse, cursing herself a thousand times in her heart. How could she have been so impulsive, kissing him without a second thought?

He's just a child! Only sixteen or seventeen, he doesn't understand anything. How could I do such a thing to him? Surtr, Surtr, what have you done!

The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became. The blush on her cheeks deepened, and her eyes began to dart away. She dared not look directly into Zhao Zizhan's clear eyes, for fear of seeing disgust or other emotions that made her heart flutter.

Just as Zhao Zizhan reached out, Surtr grabbed his hand. Her fingers were cool, but her grip was strong. She held his wrist tightly, her voice urgent and flustered: "No, Zhao Zizhan, this isn't right!"

Zhao Zizhan became anxious: "What's wrong? Didn't you kiss me first?"

"I know I kissed you first, but...but..."

Surtr was very annoyed by him, but couldn't find a reason to refute him. She could only irritably scratch her dazzling red hair, making it even more messy, and her tone became somewhat impatient: "It's just not right! There's no reason why!"

"You're being unreasonable. You started this fire first, and now you're neither fighting nor retreating. What's the reason for this?"

How can you be so selfish!

At this point, Surtr, who had previously suppressed her guilt for attacking a minor, suddenly released her grip on his wrist, put her hands on her hips, and stared at him sharply: "You still dare to criticize me? You have the nerve to call me selfish? I'd like to ask you the same thing! What exactly is going on between you and those girls from another world, and Talulah?"

"Saving lives, helping people, and patiently counseling them—are you raising suicide squads? You're so good to them, protecting them at every turn!"

Her eyes involuntarily glanced down, as if she had thought of something, then quickly looked away. A blush crept up her cheeks again, reaching her ears, but her tone became increasingly agitated: "Look at you! You dare say you have absolutely no feelings for either of them? Now you're acting all innocent towards me? Am I that bad?!"

Surtr's voice gradually lowered, as if his anger had been extinguished by a sudden wave of grievance, leaving only a thick sour feeling swirling in his throat.

"You were the first person I met, we had a long talk in the snowy night, and I even allowed you to touch my body all over..."

"I was here first... I was here first..."

Zhao Zizhan was stunned by Surtr's words. He had never thought about anything Surtr said, or rather, he had never taken it to heart. He had always felt that the feelings and ambiguity he had for each girl were natural, but he never imagined that this "naturalness" could be so hurtful in other people's eyes.

He suddenly realized that he had been fascinated by the girls' affection for him, enjoying the ease and pleasure of being with them. The ambiguous feeling was as intoxicating as sweet wine, so intoxicating that he almost forgot that the girls in front of him were also living, breathing people. They could be jealous, sad, or hurt because of his indifference.

"me……"

The old chair, the wine, the old

Zhao Zizhan opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say; his throat felt like it was blocked by something.

Zhao Zizhan was truly at a loss. Now he had a super brain, and he could handle anything—academics, organization, planning, or anything else—with ease. The only thing he really couldn't do was get involved in matters of the heart.

You might think he's scratching his head and trying to come up with a solution, but actually he's really out of ideas.

Those with the bloodline of a Dou Di, hurry and think of a solution!!

Zhao Zizhan's mind went blank. As if drawn by some invisible force, he reached out as if possessed, crossed the awkward and sour distance between them, and hugged Surtr tightly in his arms.

He didn't say anything, he just hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to meld her into his body. He could clearly feel her body trembling slightly in his chest, a tremor that was subtle and restrained.

He felt a chill on his chest, the chill slowly seeping into his skin through the fabric, finally bringing his muddled mind back to normal—it was the feeling of tears. Surtr's tears were silently soaking his clothes, drop by drop, carrying her grievances.

Surtr has always been strong-willed. Her memories are like shattered glass, a chaotic mess. Her mind is often filled with a jumble of images, like thousands of movies playing simultaneously, including unfamiliar scenes, unfamiliar people, and indistinct battles and screams.

She felt lost. She didn't know where she came from, what her original name was, or where she should go in the future. She was like a ship that had lost its course in the vast ocean, drifting aimlessly in the fog.

But she kept fighting, striving to live her own life in an unfamiliar world. Surtr's core strength is resilience. External difficulties, doubts from others, and even the torment brought by her memories could not defeat her. Instead, they ignited her fighting spirit like a spark meeting dry wood, making her even more tenacious.

She wouldn't want to shed tears in front of anyone.

She didn't know how to handle her feelings, and she didn't want to show her weakness in front of Zhao Zizhan.

What she needed was a space where she could hide away and cry silently.

It looks like an ostrich burying its head in the sand.

That sounds stupid.

But wasn't Zhao Zizhan also a fool?

Chapter 207 harms the world of anime and manga.

Surtr's emotions gradually calmed down.

Zhao Zizhan, however, was in a state of utter confusion.

He wasn't some clueless young man who had never been in love. During his college years, the streetlights under the dormitory building and the camphor tree-lined path on campus witnessed several of his relationships that ended without a trace.

In the end, those relationships didn't leave behind many sweet memories; instead, they left behind a bellyful of bitter and painful experiences.

In his past experience, an angry girlfriend is extremely difficult to appease; he has to come up with a clever excuse to win her over and take her shopping to clear her mind.

And then you still have to be mindful of other people's attitudes.

A jealous girlfriend is even harder to appease than a pig in the Year of the Pig.

Trying to coax someone is no different from begging on your knees. Back then, many people wanted to kneel but didn't have the means.

After a few times, Zhao Zizhan became a Sigma man, disdainful of women and focused entirely on his own life, remaining single since graduation.

Fortunately, his mother was also out of contact, and his father had died from overeating, so no one pressured him to get married. He lived alone in the old house, cooking a bowl of noodles when he was hungry, and watching movies on the sofa on weekends. His life was peaceful and comfortable, and he once thought that he would grow old alone like this.

With the beautiful woman in his arms, Zhao Zizhan's mind was racing, as if he were rummaging through a dusty old box, trying to dig out even a little bit of useful experience from those long-sealed, unpleasant memories of love, to coax the girl in front of him.

Don't say things like "Why are Sigma men starting to go soft?" Can you find a woman willing to carry Odin's spear for you?

When Surtr protected him, a javelin pierced his back, leaving a hideous scar. It took more than half a month of care for the scar to gradually fade until it was almost invisible.

But now, as his fingertips gently brushed against the scarred skin on Surtr's back, the skin, though smooth to the touch, seemed to still clearly trace the outline of the scar, along with the emotions of being shielded from behind, all imprinted in his heart.

But before he could finish searching, Surtr had already completely calmed down. She gently moved her body and broke free from Zhao Zizhan's embrace.

"I've figured it out."

Surtr spoke, her voice much calmer than before.

Zhao Zizhan was suddenly taken aback: "What have you figured out?"

Hackintosh 4, what have you figured out?

"A guy like you can't possibly keep his eyes on just one person."

Surtr lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath his eyelids. "In the future, more girls will inevitably gather around you. They will be attracted to you and will surround you..."