Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Mi Lin sat at the head of the bed, looking at Ji Shuyang's sleeping face, and couldn't help falling into deep thought.

Those memories appeared in his mind out of thin air, so to him, there was always a sense of illusion and floating.

Mi Lin doesn't think of himself as the 26-year-old gaming substitute. That's why he always has a casual attitude and doesn't care about anything.

The appearance of Ji Shuyang at that moment brought him a huge fluctuation of emotions. The positive or negative fluctuations were clear enough, as if they had brushed off the dust that was covering him with illusions.

It also gave him some experience and feelings as an ordinary, normal person.

To some extent, being dependent on Ji Shuyang is like a thread that ties me back when I am about to drift away.

This is one of the reasons why Mi Lin treats her differently.

Moreover, it seemed to be feedback from deep in his heart, and Mi Lin was very satisfied with the feeling of being needed.

From the first time she developed a feeling of belonging to herself because of Ji Shuyang, she was different here in Milin.

The more she relied on it, the tighter the rope became, and the closer Mi Lin was to the real world.

Gradually, they became normal human beings.

Mi Lin tilted his head to look at her, then leaned against the head of the bed with his eyes closed, allowing himself to fall asleep.

Indulging Ji Shuyang's grip on his fingertips in order to seek a sense of security, he also began to indulge more...

Day two.

Mi Lin woke up when the dazzling sunlight shone on his eyelids.

When he woke up, Ji Shuyang was no longer by his side, and the bed was neatly made.

He was also covered with a thin blanket, and a soft pillow was carefully tucked behind his head and waist to relieve the fatigue of leaning on the hard wooden frame for a long time.

No need to think too much, this must have been done by Ji Shuyang.

Ji Shuyang is frail, fragile and easily broken, and because of this illness, her daily life tends to be quiet.

Quiet people are usually more sensitive than ordinary people and know how to take care of others better.

Mi Lin lowered his eyes, folded the quilt simply, placed it on the bed together with the pillow behind him, and then opened the door.

Ji Shuyang was sitting in the main hall with the door open. Bathed in sunlight, she looked as peaceful as a painting.

Hearing the footsteps of Mi Lin coming out, she turned around, frowned slightly and shook her head at him.

"I woke up in the morning and went to look outside the room. There was no trace left there, not even footsteps."

Mi Lin nodded vaguely to show that he understood, and went to wash up.

When he came out of the shower, he saw Widow Cui sitting at the table eating breakfast.

Ji Shuyang also changed into a new set of clothes, which should have been given to her by Widow Cui.

The upper body is a short shirt, and the lower body is loose black trousers. The simple outfit is more suitable for exploration.

Widow Cui saw the two men coming and pointed in the direction of the kitchen.

"There's ready-made breakfast there, go get it yourself."

Compared to her irritable and indifferent appearance when she first met yesterday afternoon, Widow Cui was in a much better temper in the morning.

Ji Shuyang walked quickly to Mi Lin's side, thanked Widow Cui, and then went to serve breakfast for them.

The kitchen still used those early earthen stoves, and a large pot of rice porridge was cooked in a big iron pot.

Ji Shuyang filled enough food for two people before coming out with Mi Lin.

They sat at the same table with Widow Cui, and while eating, they quietly asked about what was happening in the village.

The first thing Ji Shuyang asked about was the strange footsteps yesterday.

"Sister Cui, did you hear any strange noises last night?"

Widow Cui paused for a second while drinking her porridge, then replied with a normal expression:

"Strange noises? What do you mean? I went to bed early yesterday and I don't know if there were any strange noises."