Quick transmigration, she doesn't love anyone!

Wei Xun froze the moment she pressed against him, almost throwing her away.

He forced himself to restrain himself, because for him, not only was it unacceptable for anyone to stand behind him, but also directly behind him; these were all subconscious reactions.

He felt her rest her head on his shoulder, and his ear tips burned.

"What are you standing there for? Let's go!"

Zhou Xiaxia noticed that he was not moving, and opened her eyes, acting imperiously.

A light breath brushed against Wei Xun's neck, causing the usually composed man's expression to change slightly.

He slowly got up, carried the person on his back, and walked towards the villa.

Seeing that although he didn't say anything, he was at least obedient, Zhou Xiaxia's anger subsided a little.

I turned my head and observed his profile out of boredom.

Unlike Wen Shitang and Gu Xiyan, she doesn't have the same kind of good looks; she's more cold and hard.

But as I watched, I noticed his face getting redder and redder.

Zhou Xiaxia frowned, "Am I heavy?"

The light flickered, obscuring his expression. After a long pause, a deep voice rang out:

"No."

Zhou Xiaxia rolled her eyes.

"Then why are your face and ears so red? Ha, so vain."

His physical condition is not good enough to be a bodyguard, which is a real weakness. The fact that he can still stay in the Wen family is that he is a fish that slipped through the net.

Wei Xun remained silent, and Zhou Xiaxia knew that his thoughts had been exposed.

How could a grown woman like her be without any weight? Then all those years of eating have been for nothing.

This further illustrates that their food is good.

Sure enough, everyone in the world is the same; they all pretend.

"What's wrong with that? Don't be embarrassed. Everyone has pride. I won't tell anyone. I'm very good at keeping secrets."

The more Wei Xun remained silent, the more rebellious Zhou Xiaxia became.

Do you find me annoying?

"No." This time, the response was quite swift.

Zhou Xiaxia couldn't find any loopholes in her attempts to find fault.

"When we get back, I'll tell Wen Shitang that you should stay with me from now on."

She doesn't talk much, but she's very useful. She seems a bit clumsy, but that's okay. If she causes trouble again, we'll have another scapegoat.

Zhou Xiaxia made her decision happily, regardless of whether Wei Xun agreed or not. After saying that, she found a comfortable position, closed her eyes, and went to sleep.

When Zhou Xiaxia woke up, they were already on the outskirts of the manor, with Wei Xun standing far away outside.

He noticed that the person on his back had woken up and tried to put her down.

Zhou Xiaxia asked, puzzled, "What are you doing? Let's go."

We haven't even arrived yet. What are you doing standing outside so late at night? It's creepy.

Wei Xun hesitated for a moment before explaining to her.

"this is not good."

Not only is it wrong for him to go in behind people's backs, but his identity should also be kept secret rather than revealed.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Xiaxia jumped down, and Wei Xun subconsciously reached out to help her, but she waved his hand away.

Zhou Xiaxia was no saint either; her reputation as a playboy was well-deserved. She looked at him coldly, bearing a striking resemblance to Wen Shitang.

"So you mean you're going to disobey my orders and not want to be my follower?"

Regardless of his past status or whether he held a high position or power in Wen Shitang's eyes, Zhou Xiaxia had no reason to refuse someone she wanted.

Refuse her? Apart from a few people she values, anyone else who dares to disobey her orders can only be asked to die.

Wei Xun was taken aback, realizing what she meant when she said she wanted him to come over—not to follow her secretly and protect her in the future, but to follow her openly and be her follower.

At the same time, with his keen senses, how could he not sense the murderous intent in Zhou Xiaxia's eyes?

There's a slight tightness in my chest.

Seeing his stunned expression, Zhou Xiaxia snorted coldly, turned around and left. She wouldn't waste her time on a dead man.

Just a few steps later, her wrist was gently pulled, and when she stopped, the hand was quickly released.

Zhou Xiaxia smiled slyly. Getting this dull and clumsy guy to listen was no easy feat, and she almost thought she was going to lose this little bit of fun.

After all, she didn't really want her new favorite follower to court disaster.

Zhou Xiaxia has such a wicked nature; she loves someone so much she wants them to live, and hates someone so much she wants them to die.

His mood shifted from gloomy to sunny, and he instantly reverted to his usual boisterous and playful self.

She turned around and looked at Wei Xun with an arrogant expression, pursed her lips and remained silent, waiting for him to speak first.

It's good that she's quiet, but you can't be silent when she needs you.

Wei Xun's expression was unreadable. His lips moved, and fearing she was getting impatient, he racked his brains and managed to utter a sentence:

"Do we still need to carry it?"

Zhou Xiaxia was satisfied. See? Now he's starting to talk on his own initiative.

She wasn't entirely heartless; from now on, he could be considered one of her own, and she was very tolerant of her own people.

It was as if he had no recollection of the fact that he had just been thinking about killing his own people.

Zhou Xiaxia patted Wei Xun on the shoulder, thinking it was a thoughtful gesture.

"No need. You don't have to be so strong in front of me in the future. Just say you're tired."

She may not listen, but she'll allow him to speak.

After comforting the person, Zhou Xiaxia was in a good mood and turned around to walk back with light steps.

Wei Xun realized that she was talking about his blushing, and felt inexplicably labeled as weak, so he twitched his lips slightly.

Actually, he can do it.

Watching Zhou Xiaxia's retreating figure, he silently followed.

Once inside, Zhou Xiaxia casually arranged for Wei Xun to stay next to her, then ignored him and went back to her room to sleep.

V09 watched her fiddling around the room aimlessly and couldn't help but speak up.

"What are you doing?"

Yao Xiaoxiao didn't even look up.

"Can't you see? We're using little things to enhance the relationship and mess up the plot."

V09 asked curiously, "Didn't you say you wouldn't date Wei Xun?"

"Yeah, let's not talk about it. Liking is liking, loving is loving, talking is talking, the more the merrier."

V09 felt a little stifled by her appearance.

"Wen Shitang's body is not yet cold."

Yao Xiaoxiao didn't stop, "He's not dead."

Listen to this, is this even human language?

"According to the plot, you were supposed to secretly go back with him and take a bullet for him. You should be the one lying in the hospital. Now he has taken care of everything by himself."

Yao Xiaoxiao snorted coldly, "What, you want me to follow this storyline? You feel sorry for him?"

"I don't!"

What does he care about? Does he even care about the male lead? He's just using a roundabout way of expressing himself, don't you understand?

Can't this human try to understand his thoughts?

Wei Xun isn't even a character in the story, so why bother with him? Why keep finding a substitute for Lin Nian? Is that even meaningful?

Yao Xiaoxiao did not respond to his words again. Of course, she knew that V09 was not feeling sorry for the male lead.

Even she, a seemingly human being, can calmly treat these fictional characters as NPCs without caring at all. I wonder what kind of identity V09 has that would make her care about NPCs?

How could that be? From the moment he appeared, he was arrogant and placed himself above all others. He's just acting like this now because he's unhappy.

Why? Of course, it's because of her.

Yao Xiaoxiao knew very well that V09 was probably trying to get her to say one more thing: these were all NPCs, but he was different.

She has a whole lot of nice things to say, but just saying nice things won't work; V09 is indeed different from these NPCs.

So, of course, she couldn't just go along with him; making herself special in his heart was only the first step.

What she wanted was for him to become her obedient dog, someone who would always stand by her side no matter what happened next.

Different chess pieces have different uses, and different dogs have different ways of being trained.