Quick Wear Peace

He stretched out his evil hand and slowly extended it towards the boy's smooth cheek. He applied a little force with his hand, and the boy's face pouted forward.

An Ning was happy, like a duck.

Seeing An Ning's smile, the young man was very determined and did not get angry. Instead, he looked calm, as if An Ning was not pinching his cheek.

After a while, An Ning put down her hands in boredom.

The boy had no expression on his face and didn't argue or quarrel. If it weren't for the warmth in his hands and his rolling eyes, one would have thought he was dead.

"Hey, kid, what's your name?" An Ning squatted on the ground like him and poked his arm with her fingers.

The boy didn't say anything, but turned away stubbornly and buried his head in his legs.

An Ning was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and was quite stubborn.

The two of them kept confronting each other, neither of them moving.

Finally, An Ning couldn't stand it anymore and was about to get up and leave, when she suddenly heard a "gurgling" sound.

An Ning turned around and looked at the boy next to her, "Kid, are you hungry?"

The boy didn't move at all.

An Ning's eyes turned and she thought of the highly acclaimed hotpot. Even Gong Shangjiao, the King of Hell, liked to eat hotpot very much.

I took out the hot pot from the space, and then took out the frozen meat. I saw that there was duck blood in it, so I ordered one too.

Everything was ready. An Ning put everything on the stone table, and the hot and spicy aroma filled her nose.

An Ning put down a duck blood, fished it out when it was cooked, took a tentative bite and tasted it. Although it was not as delicious as before and tasted like chewing wax, she didn't spit it out.

She ate with gusto, looking at the boy in the corner while eating, "Tsk tsk, it's really delicious."

Seeing the boy's frown, his stomach growled even louder, but he still stubbornly did not come over. Instead, he shrank back into the wall, feeling even more insecure.

An Ning had never seen such a stubborn boy. She picked up some dishes, put them on the plate, and walked up to the boy.

"Would you like to try it?" She waved the plate under his head.

The young man raised his head alertly, his voice sounding weak, "What is your purpose?"

An Ning had never thought that there was someone as difficult to deal with as this child, and so vigilant.

"Well, I don't know why, but your blood is very attractive to me." An Ning had to tell the truth as it was related to her own food rations.

"Will you kill me?" His eyes slowly relaxed. As long as she had a purpose, it would be fine. As long as she had some plans for him, she would not kill him casually.

"What do you think?" An Ning looked at the boy helplessly.

The boy quickly reached out his hand in front of An Ning, tentatively took the plate in front of himself, and looked at An Ning's expression.

As long as something is wrong, the plate can be transformed into the most powerful weapon.

Seeing that An Ning's expression had not changed, the boy picked up the chopsticks and ate his meal elegantly.

"Have you eaten?" An Ning looked at the food on the plate and saw that he had not finished it and had only eaten the vegetarian food.

The boy nodded.

"What's your name?" An Ning took back the plate and saw the boy squatting in the same place again.

Well, now he is silent again and is relying on me to pamper him.

After packing up his things, he lay on his side on the bed, propped up his head with one hand, and patted his bed which looked very comfortable with the other hand, "Kid, do you want to come up and sleep?"

Eyes full of anticipation.