Let's fall in love with a cat demon

"Xihe, have you been alone for so many years?" Leng Chen's deep voice sounded above his head.

Hearing this, Xihe slightly hooked the corners of her lips, and slightly closed her long and narrow eyes, "It's fine to be alone."

"What about him?" Leng Chen looked at Xihe through the lens, but still couldn't stop the heat in his eyes. Fortunately, Xihe closed his eyes at this time, and didn't notice the strange emotion in Leng Chen's eyes.

"I'm with him, it's too dangerous for him." Xihe paused, and then said: "You should know that falling in love with a demon is the biggest taboo, not to mention that I'm still... hehe, In fact, now, there is nothing."

"Xihe..." Leng Chen called him softly, hesitating to speak, "How long do you plan to keep this secret?"

Xihe's eyes opened at this moment, just meeting Leng Chen's complicated eyes, "Who are you hiding from?"

"Except for me—you lied to everyone, including your own son."

"How can you be sure," Xihe's expression became unpredictable, "I'm completely honest with you?"

Leng Chen smiled, didn't say anything more, concentrated on lowering his head and continued to deal with Xihe's wound.

Half an hour later, Xihe, who had changed his medicine, came to the gate of the hospital, and Leng Chen followed him and sent him out.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the two of them, creating a faint halo.

Passing by two beauties in stiletto heels, he glanced at them curiously, and after walking away, turned his head and continued to look.

Leng Chen couldn't help but put his arms around Xihe's shoulders, led him to a relatively hidden corner, and asked softly, "Have you ever thought about why he appeared in the world?"

The "he" that Leng Chen refers to is Leng Yan.

Xihe shook his head first, and then said: "At first, I thought he was after Xiao Jin, but for some reason, he exists in the form of a dead soul, and he has no previous memories, so I can't figure it out." I understand what his purpose is."

"Could it be because..." Leng Chen paused, perhaps feeling inappropriate, so he didn't say anything.

Xihe glanced at Leng Chen's expression, and knew that he had already guessed something, so he urged: "Tell me, I believe you."

After hesitating for a moment, Leng Chen whispered a name, and Xi He couldn't help frowning deeply when he heard it.

I'm afraid, this is another reincarnation.

…………

Fang Huai's recent life can be said to be horrifying, frightening, and surprising. Anyway, there are no surprises.

Although Leng Jue still imprisoned him, he began... to torture him in another way.

The first type of fancy torture: clothes.

Leng Jue sent people to deliver high-end custom-made suit shirts, trousers and leather shoes, fashionable T-shorts, vests, and even underwear and socks to Fang Huai one by one, then looked at Fang Huai and asked him, "Do you like it?" ?”

Fang Huai... shook his head in horror.

The second type of fancy torture: decoration.

The latest mobile phone, luxury watches studded with diamonds, rings inlaid with purple agate, exquisite and rare men's earrings, necklaces and even anklets are all available. Leng Jue also said that if Fang Huai cooperates enough, he can wait for him When returning to the world, buy him a supercar.

Fang Huai... still refused with a look of horror.

The third type of fancy torture: food.

Chinese-style ones include lobster puffer fish, bird’s nest abalone, soft-shelled turtle hairy crab...Western-style ones include truffle caviar, steak oysters, foie gras matsutake...and dazzling desserts, fine wines, fruits...

What was even more frightening was that Leng Jue saw that it was inconvenient for Fang Huai to be handcuffed with one hand, so he actually... personally fed him.

Fang Huai vomited after taking a bite—nauseous.

——Damn it, it's really disgusting that two big men are feeding and eating, yelling!