Love Purification Agreement

Yan Huan walked back and forth through the inner room several times and could see Tong Yingying drinking more than usual while typing something on her phone with one hand.

At first, Yan Huan could still focus a little on Tong Yingying. After all, it was a bit unusual for her to start drinking so early today.

But as night fell, the business on the street was pretty good, with many customers coming. He became obedient after ordering two servings of caramel pudding.

He was stirring the egg liquid in the kitchen until it was almost smoking. He was really skilled.

It is a bit tiring, but it is not completely without benefits.

At least, the pudding he made for Sakuramiya Hitomi and Ye Shiyu was particularly delicious, right?

The nights in the South District are truly restless. The city's colorful neon lights, mixed with car horns and restaurant smoke, make the South District seem both bustling and chaotic.

At this time, if you walk alone into the alleys between buildings, regardless of whether you are a man or a woman, some hidden plot will usually be triggered.

Fortunately, Linmen does not support the possession of guns, so you don’t have to worry about being hit by a hard gun barrel while walking.

Then, while their wallet and cell phone were completely stolen, they still had to answer questions like "Do you like my M1917 Smith & Wesson?"

“Once, I walked forward in confusion.”

Guan Rong played the guitar and sang, creating a peaceful atmosphere in the bar.

Tong Yingying, who was sitting in the corner, disappeared at some point.

But in the corridor connecting the tavern to the bathroom, she was hunched over, with a pale face, holding on to the wall as she walked towards the bathroom.

She drank a little too much.

Open the closed bathroom door and you will find there is only one bathroom.

Her face was red, not sure if it was because of the alcohol or the lit phone screen in her hand.

Her stomach churned, and then she couldn't help but slump over in front of the toilet, as if she was about to vomit.

It was because of this action that the phone she had been holding fell to the ground, revealing the chat box and chat history.

Li Xiumei (mother):

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"I don't care. I've already made an appointment with her. You should come back and meet her. She's a handsome man. It's good enough that she's here for a blind date with you. You're always being picky."

"No, if you want to see me, go ahead and see me."

"Oh, you're almost thirty and you're still acting out of control. Looking at you like that, if you still don't get married, I really want to bang my head against the wall and die at home. Get back home right away!"

"You're so much older than me, what's the point of dating me? Go ahead and do it yourself if you want to date me!"

"The age difference isn't a problem. Someone older than you will be better equipped and more considerate."

"I need him to be well-off? I don't have money? I'd rather find someone ten years younger than me, someone I can call sister, who's strong and useful. Why would I need him to be considerate? Get lost! I already said I don't want to date you!"

"How do you talk to your mother?"

"Sorry, hi."

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Because the phone was set to automatically turn off the screen, it would lock again after a period of inactivity, shrouding the following messages in darkness.

Tong Yingying was left covering her mouth, retching uncomfortably.

In fact, there are hundreds of messages below, and it’s not just her mother’s chat box, there are many other people who come to persuade her.

Tong Yingying wished she could block them all and never see them again.

"Grumpy"

Just as she was retching, a snake-shaped tattoo emerged ghostly from her clothes, and seemed to wriggle with the changes in her emotions.

Then, the snake-shaped tattoo crawled all the way along her arm, and actually crawled out from her fingers and fell to the ground.

It was a small, pure white creature that looked like a cobra.

It spit out its tongue and looked at the woman in front of it, seeming to show a little satisfaction.

[Among the candidates, you are the only one who can bear my power.]

[Woman, do you want to be the protagonist of this world? Do you want to satisfy your dirty desires? Do you want to have everything you want?]

An illusory voice sounded in her ears, which made Tong Yingying startled slightly.

Become my host, and let me share my power of manipulation with you.

[Whether it's pleasure, pain, or any feeling, anything! ]

【As long as you use me, I can fulfill all your wishes】

Don't be afraid or doubtful, I will help you.

Tong Yingying raised her head and looked at some illusory creature that stood up beside her, which looked like a snake but was not a snake.

It seems that the voice in the brain comes from it?

The illusory white in front of my eyes was spitting out tongues, and it seemed as if some kind of electric current was flowing through my body all the time.

Tong Yingying opened her mouth, then she murmured,

"I must be drunk, I'm hallucinating, haha. If I'm drunk, then even snakes, which I'm usually most afraid of, are really scary."

The white snake in front of him looked at Tong Yingying who was clenching her fists little by little, and suddenly had a very bad premonition.

【Sigh! 】

It subconsciously turned around and tried to run away, but Tong Yingying, who was already on the verge of rage, stood up and kicked it hard with a dark face.

"Go to hell too!!"

"Oh!"

With that extremely terrifying kick, the illusory white snake disappeared without a trace, as if it were really an illusion.

Chapter 22 Help! The dating market is looking for men.

"Xiao Huan, there aren't many customers anymore. Where's Sister Tong?"

Yan Huan, who was tidying up the wine glasses and plates, turned around and looked at the place where Tong Yingying had sat before. The wine bottle and glasses were still there, but no one knew where she had gone.

"I'll go look for it."

Yan Huan wiped his hands and walked over there.

The store has a second floor, but it is not open to customers. Sister Tong usually lives up there.

There is a long corridor between the shop and the stairs leading to the second floor, and the bathroom is in the middle of the corridor.

Yan Huan thought she had gone upstairs to rest, but when he stood at the stairs and saw the locked iron door, he knocked on the door and called out twice but received no response.

“It’s really strange.”

With Tong Yingying's attitude towards running the shop, if the staff is not good, it would be fun to empty her bar one day.

Fortunately, Yan Huan is a three-good boy, the kind with particularly good moral character.

I sent her a message on Plane but she didn't reply. Yan Huan curled her lips, glanced at the time, and shouted outside,

"Sister Guan, Brother Tian, ​​why don't you just leave first! She might be asleep upstairs. I'll just lock the shop door later!"

"Okay, we'll help you put away the tables and chairs outside!"

"OK!"

In the corridor, Yan Huan called her plane again. The phone rang but no one answered, but a ringtone came from the toilet.

Yan Huan raised an eyebrow, knocked on the toilet door tentatively, and shouted,

"Sister Tong?"

The little song of Dragon Country continued to play inside.

Yan Huan had no choice but to push the door open.

In the cramped single toilet, the cubicle door was open, revealing Tong Yingying, who was sitting dazed on the toilet lid.

Fortunately, I didn’t take off my pants.

Yan Huan breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the phone that fell to the ground, picked it up and hung up his call.

That is, when the phone was turned off, as many as 99+ message prompts were displayed on the lock screen, all from her mother.

Yan Huan didn't even look at the content of the message, but just locked his phone again.

Then he moved closer to Tong Yingying and called out,

"Sister Tong?"

"Well"

Hearing Yan Huan's words, she reached out and rubbed her slightly wrinkled brows, pushing aside her bangs.

The eyes on that rosy and beautiful face always look so lifeless.

At the same time, her left hand silently reached into her coat, as if she had grabbed something.

But the wary look in her eyes gradually melted away after she saw the boy in front of her, turning into the alcoholic breath exhaled from her slightly parted red lips.

"Yan Huan."

As she let down her guard, her hand loosened the grip on something in her arms, and an electric baton slipped down and landed on her thigh.

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Seeing this, Yan Huan found it a little funny and pointed at the electric baton on her leg and asked,

"No, sister, why are you carrying an electric baton with you? If you didn't see clearly, you would have shocked me, right?"

"Children should not ask about social affairs"

"I guess you're the only one who treats me like a child day by day, Sister Tong."

Oh, no, there’s also Aunt Ye Lan, she speaks more exaggeratedly.

Tong Yingying sat up straight with difficulty, put the electric baton back into her arms, and asked softly,

"Are they off duty?"

"Ah, there are no customers at this time."

"Um"

She lowered her head again, and Yan Huan took the initiative to ask,

"Shall I help you up there to rest?"

"Um"

Yan Huan sighed, stuffed her phone into her coat, helped her stand up, and walked outside.

She fished for the key in her pocket and handed it to Yan Huan, who opened the door, revealing the room upstairs.

The room was a bit messy, with all kinds of clothes and underwear piled up on the sofa. When Yan Huan helped her up, she almost tripped over the clothes tangled with stockings on the floor.

It's obvious that she put these two things in the washing machine together, and this is the style they came out of after drying.

"Sister Tong, your room really shocks me every time I come here."

When the light is on, you can see a black electric guitar hanging on the wall.

Yan Huan didn't understand any of this, but he thought the guitar was well made, with a line of gold-plated signature on it, and looked very expensive.

"Um"

She lowered her head, her red hair slightly covering her face, and agreed very casually.

But the hand that was supporting Yan Huan began to restlessly touch his shoulders, and then his chest.

Yan Huan quickly reached out and held down her restless hands, then threw her onto the bed.

At that moment, he even suspected that Tong Yingying might have been selected by the modifier as well.

Yan Huan would have thought it was okay if the host chosen by the modifier was a stranger like Ye Shiyu or Spencer, but he would have been speechless if it chose an acquaintance.

He can act without hesitation in front of strangers, just as if it were a brain game against the editor.

But if someone he knew suddenly used a modifier on him, the feeling of the interpersonal relationships being distorted and shattered would be the most unbearable.