Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

Things change, and this time it is her turn, Surtel, to be in charge.

"Please... please?" Feng Qingyu thought he had heard it wrong.

"Yes, beg me, speak loudly until I hear you, or you won't have any water to drink."

Feng Qingyu's head was dizzy, and he agreed without thinking. He was very thirsty after drinking, and the water was on the table. The distance was so close, yet so far.

The farthest distance in the world is when the water is in front of you but you cannot reach out to grab it.

"Please...give me some water..."

"I can't hear you. I, a six-star operator, can't hear you! You want to drink water in such a low voice?"

"Please... give me some water... It doesn't matter what... I'll give you my word..."

The volume was slightly higher, more powerful than before. Especially the second half of the sentence, which was the finishing touch.

This time, Surtel was very satisfied and planned to add some water to the ingredients in the pot.

There was a half bottle of mineral water on the table. She took a sip herself without swallowing it, then moved close to Feng Qingyu's lips and slowly poured the water into him.

The dry and hot throat was moistened by the slightly cool water, and the painful feeling was relieved. Feng Qingyu wanted more from Surtel.

I only took one sip of water, and after I finished it I wanted a second sip.

Why did he become so humble just to drink water? This question is worth discussing. By the way, is Surtel such a person? So tyrannical and authoritarian.

You may be dreaming, but the thirst in the dream is very real and can only be solved by drinking water.

"Give me some more...please..."

Feng Qingyu looked so pitiful, completely different from his usual self. Having achieved his goal of bullying people, Surtel was in a good mood and let Feng Qingyu drink a few more sips.

Add enough water to the ingredients, and then let the dipping sauce and ingredients fully blend. This process is particularly important and also the fun of cooking.

The ingredients with water gradually stretched out, no longer as tense as at the beginning. Surtel also sped up the processing of the ingredients.

Just like eggs and flour, if you don’t put some effort into processing them, the resulting food won’t taste good.

She worked extra hard to make the dish more delicious.

"How is it? Hei Yu, are you strong enough? Who just said that I didn't eat and didn't have enough strength to communicate?"

Compared with the gentle breeze and drizzle before, the current communication rhythm is like a violent storm. As for the deserted island on the vast sea, it was forced by the raging waves and trembled in the violent shaking.

Enough, more than enough.

"Um... Surtel... I was wrong... Woohoo... I was really wrong..."

Feng Qingyu hugged a Sarkaz's shoulders and begged countless times, hoping to be forgiven, but the Sarkaz had already held a grudge and kept it in mind.

"I can't hear you. I just heard someone say I didn't eat! Hei Yu, that's great. Say more of these words and make these cute noises. I like them!"

Ignoring Feng Qingyu's pleas, Surtel focused all his attention on preparing the ingredients.

The temperature of the ingredients has risen to a certain level and they are almost cooked.

During the cooking process, the ingredients are very similar to tomatoes and will overflow with tomato juice when stir-fried, without the need to add additional water.

The ingredients in her hands can also produce vegetable juice by themselves.

The last step - stir-frying over high heat. Using his hands as a spatula, the bed as a pot, and someone as a dish, Sulter stir-fried with all his might.

The person in his arms cried as if he was exhausted, and his pleas became intermittent.

Finally, the dish was fully cooked.

Surtel turned on a faucet, and boiling water flowed out of the faucet.

As someone who helped to cook, Feng Qingyu looked even more tired than Surtel. Just now, he retracted his toes and grasped the sheets with both hands. In just a short moment, the dish was ready.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

The tense body relaxed and the vision became clear again.

Directly above, the red-haired Sarkaz's gaze was still fanatical, and even a little proud.

“Yes, very delicious.”

Sulter tasted his own dish with the tip of his tongue. The taste was just right and every step was done well.

Feng Qingyu still had a confused and at a loss expression.

"Is the food... ready?"

She remembered that there was no kitchen in this dormitory, only in the dormitories next door such as Shining and Nightingale.

Sartel had been discussing academic issues with me in bed, so how come he had already cooked the meal?

Incredible.

"Let's make a few more dishes, Hei Yu. It's still early tonight, and I won't let you go until you're full and can't eat anymore."

The night is still very long.

Eighty-eight

The next day, 10:35am.

The weather outside is sunny and cloudless. It is a pleasant and nice day, and also a good day for sleeping in.

Normally, at this time, it would be time for Surtur to wake up, and he would have already completed the intensive professional training of the guard operator.

Today is different from the usual past.

She slept very deeply and had a very long dream. She dreamed that she had further relations with her roommate Hei Yu, and that the smiling Hei Yu was ravaged by her and cried repeatedly.

How could such a wonderful thing happen to me?

As she was thinking this, she woke up from a longer sleep than usual. When she opened her eyes, she saw Feng Qingyu's sleeping face, which was very attractive no matter from which angle she looked at it.

Looks like... a wronged child?

The two of them had been sleeping in the same bed recently, and Feng Qingyu had acquiesced to this. It was normal for roommates to sleep in the same bed, and Sulter didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

There were clothes scattered all over the floor, the ones they wore yesterday.

Normally, I would put both of our clothes into the washing machine every time, turn on the quick wash mode, put them in the dryer immediately after washing, and then fold and classify them neatly before I can sleep peacefully.

I don’t seem to remember clearly what happened last night, only that beautiful dream keeps replaying in my mind over and over again.

What you think about during the day, you will dream about at night. But the dream seemed too real.

She began to move her hands. Her right arm felt sore and her entire arm was numb, which was not right.

After using Levantine for so long, her arms had already gotten used to its weight. There were many things that were lighter than it, and nothing could make her arms ache.

After arriving in Rhode Island, someone asked her why she didn't gain weight despite eating ice cream every day and what her secret was. Her answer was to do 1000 push-ups every day.

"what happened……"

As her hands moved, the guy next to her also reacted.

"Hmm...I can't eat anymore...I don't want it anymore..."

Flushed cheeks, sweating, panting and talking in sleep, this strange reaction cannot be ignored.

Looking in the direction of the hand, Sulter was so frightened that his heart skipped a beat.

Her beautiful dream was not fake, it was something that really happened.

Her hand was still in a certain place and had not been moved away. In short, it was very warm and a little hot.

"It's not a dream..."

Surtel tried to take his hand away. His wet hand reflected a charming light in the sunlight, and the sticky feeling was so real.

"I really turned Kuroba into a woman... No, she was already a woman."

She realized this later and blushed instantly.

So what Dr. Warfarin gave him to drink was not a drug to improve relationships, but a computer accessory.

"I was actually tricked by that old woman. Damn it."

Feng Qingyu, who was lying next to him, had not woken up yet. He turned over and continued to sleep with his back to Surtel.

The scar on her back and the gorgeous blue dragon tattoo are very eye-catching.

It's not surprising that people in Longmen's gangs would get tattoos. Feng Qingyu's tattoos were not for show, but simply to cover the wound on his back.

A large burn scar, which should have been very ugly, was transformed into a lifelike blue dragon under the tattoo artist's superb skills.

No wonder others like to call her "Sister Qinglong".

On the white shoulders, one can see several rows of teeth marks, many bruises and purple marks, and large red marks. These are all the work of Surtel himself.

"I always feel like I did something really excessive, but I can't remember it at all, oh."

She couldn't remember the details, but it was a wonderful feeling, and her mood and body were up in the clouds.

The ultimate experience, never had in this life.

Black feather is truly a top-quality ingredient. You will never get tired of eating it no matter how many times you eat it. It is the so-called "heavenly dish".

He is sexy, handsome and has high emotional intelligence, so it's no wonder that girls like him.

But Surtel couldn't contain his excitement at the possibility of developing a further relationship with her.

So, this is definitely responsible.

"marry……"

Sulter thought of such a key question.

Last time, I discussed the issue of marriage and responsibility with Feng Qingyu, and now I need to think seriously about it.

The Sarkaz will not be irresponsible for what they have done.

She couldn't bear to wake up the person sleeping on the bed, so she just kissed him lightly on the lips and got up to take a shower.

……

Feng Qingyu woke up later, with a dry mouth and a body that felt sore and weak as if it had been put together after being fallen apart.

My head hurts a bit, and my stomach feels like it's cramped after drinking.

I shouldn't have drunk so much.

There was a half-full bottle of water beside the bed. Feng Qingyu was very thirsty, so he drank it all in a few gulps, but still felt it was not enough.

There is iced cola in the refrigerator. No need to think, just drink it.

"Aha--"

The soda slides into the throat, taking away some of the heat.

Feng Qingyu was wearing a pair of black strappy panties, the style of which was somewhere between conservative and revealing, and she looked quite sexy.

She picked it up and played with it in her palm.

"Whose is this?"

A strange fat pile that I have never seen before.

The doctor doesn't wear underwear, and Chen can't appear in Rhode Island, so...

There is also a black skirt next to it, with a fluffy and gorgeous skirt and black stockings.

"Probably from Surtel."

She was about to bend down to pick up the other clothes and put them in the washing machine when she suddenly felt a pain in her waist.

There was something sticky on my leg. When I touched it, it felt like glue.

"Who is so wicked as to pour glue on me? But why would I have a backache just from drinking?"

After reluctantly picking up the clothes of the two and throwing them into the basket, Feng Qingyu smelled the smell on their bodies.

"Uh... it smells like alcohol and sweat."

My body seemed to have sweated a lot, was sticky, and there was still a trace of heat left.

Someone was using the bathroom. Most likely it was Surtel who had just come back from training to take a shower. Her weapon, Levantine, was placed in the corner.

Feng Qingyu didn't dare to touch it randomly. This sword only recognized one master and it would get hot if he touched it randomly.