Host, the villain's corruption level has exploded!

Chapter 2: This man is damnably sweet (2)

Song Zhi straightened his coat, paid the bill, and was about to leave when he suddenly noticed a man across from him.

He lit a cigarette, the hazy smoke making him look like an immortal descending to earth. His hair was slightly disheveled, his high nose was a little red, his thin lips moved slightly, and his amber phoenix eyes silently watched the eye-catching man and woman at the opposite intersection, revealing a bitter smile.

He must have just arrived.

Song Zhishu opened her mouth, then pointed over there with a slight pause: "The white dumpling, what's that?"

[Mu Chili, the world's villain.] The white dumpling wiped his drool, refusing to admit that he had just been completely captivated by the villain's good looks. Song Zhishu's breath caught in her throat as she looked at the man shrouded in an aura of sorrow, only to find her mind completely blank.

[Host! Your emotions are fluctuating too much!] The white dumpling hurriedly operated the machine in its hand.

The woman was still in a daze. Her heart, which had been calm for a long time, suddenly started beating erratically, and a blush spread across her fair face, reaching all the way to her ears.

Wow...so handsome...

Song Zhishu was finally woken up by the two big slaps from the white dumpling's ears. She excitedly covered her face, but she still couldn't hide the little stars that were about to burst out of her eyes.

However, the aloof atmosphere surrounding him was genuinely intimidating. This was also why the girls around him, though eyeing him warily, didn't dare to make a move.

After all, even Song Zhishu was somewhat afraid of his aura.

Song Zhishu took a deep breath and cheered herself up.

Heave-ho! Song Zhishu, you're a two-hundred-year-old monster! This guy in his early twenties is no match for you!

Feeling less afraid, Song Zhishu put on an impeccable smile and walked over with great charm.

Hey, bro.

The ethereal and vivid girlish voice pulled Mu Chili back from the brink of collapse. He reflexively put on a humble and gentle smile, but when he saw the person who came, his eyes once again reflexively flashed with disgust.

The girl in front of me wore a black trench coat, which added a touch of aloofness to her fair and beautiful face. Her alluring peach blossom eyes were narrowed, and the mist in them suggested her good mood. The pleasant curve of her lips looked so tempting. She was truly a stunning beauty.

"What's with you wearing such a thick trench coat on top and only shorts on the bottom?" Mu Chili still had a gentle smile, and her words were soft and pleasant to hear, but the listener did not feel the same way.

Damn it, couldn't you tone down the disdain in your voice a little?

"…………How would I know? I'm an old auntie who's lived for two hundred years and I don't understand the original owner's preferences."

Mu Chili suppressed the sadness in his eyes and said coldly, "I'm going back." He picked up his trench coat from the stool, threw three hundred yuan on the table, and walked away coolly.

Song Zhishu didn't have a chance to say a word from beginning to end.

By the time they realized what was happening, the man's figure had already vanished.

Her eyebrows twitched, and she said somewhat irritably, "Holy crap, is this guy frigid? He could at least have given me a heads-up!"

The white dumpling looked at the censored words on the system display, its lips twitched, and after thinking for a moment, it corrected itself, "No, since he has already fallen in love with the female lead at first sight, it proves that he is not sexually frigid."