Collapse Simulator, why are we drifting apart?

Forget it, since I’m not going to be sentimental, I won’t do it.

I read some reviews saying that I wrote childish children's books, right?

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in the dark.

Fan Mu's consciousness gradually faded. He seemed to hear vaguely the sound of the door opening. He forced his head to look and seemed to see a pair of dark blue eyes staring at him with dangerous light.

He then lost consciousness.

I don’t know how long it was, it was the next day.

He slowly woke up from his sleep, gradually regaining consciousness, and wanted to turn over, but...

"Hiss! What's going on?"

He rubbed his neck uncomfortably, his muscles aching all over, as if he had gone through some strenuous exercise.

I got out of bed and tried to take a step, but I stumbled and almost fell.

"Is it the bed?"

He looked back at the bed he had slept on last night. It was covered with a thick layer of cotton wool and was very soft.

I tidied up my clothes which had become a little messy due to sleeping, and went out. There were three rooms and a bathroom on the second floor, so it was easy to tell where Xier's room was.

Boom boom boom!

He knocked on the door gently, and soon the sound of footsteps was heard from inside the room.

"Xi'er, I'm going out for a while today."

He said before the door opened.

The helpless footsteps stopped for a moment. After a while, the door opened. Xier lowered his head and could not see the expression on his face. It seemed that he had not woken up yet.

"Xi'er?" He called again, "I'll go cook in a minute. I'll put the meal in the kitchen when it's ready. You can eat when you're hungry. You don't have to come look for me after I leave."

Xier didn't respond, but just nodded slightly.

Fan Mu scratched his head. He felt that Xier was a little strange today, but he didn't think much about it.

After the door was closed again, he held his waist and staggered downstairs.

"Hi, how about trying a harder mattress tonight?"

Now he could feel soreness and swelling with every step he took, as if he had run dozens of kilometers last night. His head still felt a little swollen, as if he had blacked out from drinking, but he could clearly remember what happened last night.

By the way, what was I thinking about before going to bed last night?

kitchen.

After simply preparing three dishes and a soup, Fan Mu was just about to start eating when he heard the sound of people coming down the stairs.

"?, Xi'er, are you awake?"

When he saw the figure coming out from the stairs, he simply moved the dishes to the living room and served two more bowls of rice.

"Come, let's eat." He said with a smile as he set the food on the table.

"Ah."

Maybe because she had just woken up, Xier's hair was a little messy, and her long hair covered half of her face. She picked up the bowl and chopsticks, took two bites, then put them down, and a cold voice rang out.

"Big brother, are you going out? Where are you going?"

Fan Mu didn't notice the unnaturalness in her voice at all, and replied directly: "Yes, I'm going to my current companion."

"companion?"

There was a hint of doubt in her voice, and with a crisp "crunch" sound, Fan Mu looked at her in confusion and found that the chopsticks in her hand had been broken.

"Why are the chopsticks broken?" He was a little confused and went to get her a new pair.

"Big brother, who are your companions? What do they do?" Xier asked while fumbling with the chopsticks in her hand.

"Oh, a pretty good group of people." Fan Mu thought for a moment and sat down again, "I'm on the Starry Sky Train now, with a total of 6 companions."

"On the Starry Sky Train, we are a group of people on a pioneering journey."

"What's the name of Big Brother's companion?"

Compared to Pioneer and the Star Train, Xier is obviously more interested in these.

"Come, eat first, and talk while you eat."

Fan Mu picked up a few spoonfuls of food for her, watched her obediently take two small bites, and then began to speak.

"Their names are Pam, Jizi, Xing, March Seven..."

Before I could finish my words, snap!

The porcelain bowl in Xier's hand exploded instantly, which scared him. He reacted quickly and took two steps forward to hold Xier's hand. He didn't dare to use force, and his worried eyes kept scanning her to see if she was injured.

"Are you OK?"

Feeling the breath almost close to her face and the warm touch in her hands, and looking at his worried expression, Xier spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's breath, with a hint of grievance.

"I'm fine, big brother, my hand just hurts a little."

"pain?"

Hearing this, Fan Mu's worry deepened. He moved his face closer, his hands moved more carefully, and he checked more thoroughly, but no matter how he checked, he couldn't find any wounds.

"Why does it hurt? Did the porcelain shard pierce your flesh?"

In this case, he couldn't bandage it even if he wanted to.

"Brother, blow on it and it won't hurt."

Seeing him like this, Xier felt the gradually hot skin on her hands, swallowed gently, lowered her eyes, hidden in the shadows of her hair, countless thoughts flooded into her mind, and a dry voice came out of her throat.

"Blow it?"

Fan Mu was stunned for a moment, then he reacted, smiled, and let go of her hand.

"You're already a grown-up, but you're still acting like a spoiled brat."

He was too anxious just now and forgot how powerful she was. The probability of her getting hurt in this kind of situation was not high.

"I'll get the broom."

As he said this, he turned around and was about to leave, but before he could take a step, his wrist was grabbed.

Fan Mu looked at the hand that was holding his wrist stubbornly, and smiled helplessly, "Okay, then big brother will blow it for you, but only this time!"

"……Um!"

Xier made a sound from the tip of her nose and lowered her head even more. She looked at Fan Mu, who was squatting down and blowing gently into her palm. Her skin began to feel hot, as if her blood was boiling.

She withdrew her hand in time before Fan Mu noticed anything unusual.

"All right."

"Okay." Fan Mu rubbed her hair affectionately, "Sit on the chair and don't move. I'll go get the broom. Don't step on the crumbs!"

After saying that, he turned and left. This time he was not stopped and he got the broom easily.

When he came to the living room again, he heard a very aggrieved voice.

"Brother, it's bleeding, it hurts!"

He saw Xier stretching out a hand towards him, with bright red blood constantly oozing out from the palm of her hand.

"What's going on?" he said worriedly, taking three or two steps over, half-knelt in front of her, holding her hand with a distressed look on his face.

At this moment, the originally fair and delicate palm had been stained scarlet, with drops of blood constantly dripping out.

"I just wanted to help my big brother, but I accidentally pressed on the broken pieces on the table and it got cut like this."

Xier's suppressed and aggrieved voice sounded, as if she was suppressing the pain. She looked at Fan Mu's worried profile, bit her lips tightly, a faint taste of rust spread in her mouth, and the rationality in her eyes began to gradually dissipate.

Fan Mu listened to what she said and looked at the table beside him. It was just as she said, there were still some residues left on the table, and a larger piece of residue was covered with scarlet blood.

"Really? I told you not to move."

Words of reproach came out of his mouth, and Fan Mu subconsciously blew on her palms gently, took out alcohol and gauze and began to disinfect and bandage her wound carefully.

Perhaps it was too painful to wipe with alcohol, he could feel Xier's body trembling slightly.

"Okay, okay, big brother will blow it for you!" Fan Mu blew gently while applying the medicine. He did not blow towards the wound, but blew towards the skin beside it. The movements of his hands and mouth became lighter and more careful.

He didn't notice at all that the fair skin where he had just blown was turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye.