Heroic Death System (BL)

ARC 12 : I AM AN EVIL PEN

“How do you feel? Do you feel uncomfortable?” As Wen Jingrong spoke, he stretched his hand very naturally towards Shang Ke.

Shang Ke dodged unconsciously and maintained a safe distance away from Wen Jingrong.

Anger flashed once again in Wen Jingrong eyes. Just as he was about to intimidate Shang Ke, his stomach called out untimely.

Shang Ke looked up at him and tried his best to maintain his cold and expressionless look. Then, he asked dully, “Do you have anything to eat?”

“I will immediately ask someone to deliver a meal over.” Wen Jingrong took out his phone right away but heard Shang Ke asked again, “Do you have ingredients at home?”

“Yes.” Wen Jingrong quickly replied. Then, he looked at Shang Ke with brightly shining eyes.

Shang Ke no longer spoke and walked straight into the kitchen. He took out some ingredients from the fridge and busied himself.

Wen Jingrong stood at the entrance of the kitchen and stared at the back of the busy figure in the kitchen. Wen Jingrong felt an unreal sense of happiness. Shang Ke is actually cooking for him?

How long Shang Ke stayed in the kitchen was also how long Wen Jingrong stood at the entrance to watch. He was afraid that this was all just a dream.

Shang Ke only felt the pain on his back. Someone’s blessing was making its presence greatly known. Despite not having any physical contact, Shang Ke could still feel the stabbing pain.

It’s just a meal and he’s already so happy.

Shang Ke’s eyes couldn’t help but tear up. He really wishes to hug Wen Jingrong without caring about anything and respond to his feelings enthusiastically.

After a while, a mouth watering scent of food waft out from the kitchen.

After the dishes were placed on the table, Wen Jingrong moved his chopsticks eagerly. Shang Ke is a spirit, all the food that went down his stomach is converted into waste and discharged into the air.

Most of the food went into Wen Jingrong’s stomach. He ate in great satisfaction and praised Shang Ke’s cooking skills greatly in his heart.

After eating and drinking his fill, Shang Ke had to pull him out from his happiness. “Wen Jingrong, when can I leave?”

Wen Jingrong’s gentle expression immediately disappeared. He asked coldly, “Did you cook for me so that I would let you go?”

“You can’t keep me in captivity forever.”

“There’s nothing impossible if I want to.”

Seeing Wen Jingrong that looked like he was about to turn crazy, Shang Ke decided not to provoke him any further for now or else he is going to be dragged to the bed again. This man definitely has the talent and skills to go into heat at any time and anywhere. This was the conclusion he had after personally verifying it in the few worlds.

Wen Jingrong was obviously not rest assured. He insisted on placing Shang Ke somewhere he could see and would bring Shang Ke along with him everywhere he went.

But he did keep his promise. After doing it once, he helped Shang Ke settle the employment issue of a person who was facing difficulties.

Shang Ke had a deeper understanding of his pettiness and calculativeness.

Wen Jingrong brought Shang Ke to shop in malls, buy luxury goods, attend dinner parties, go out to the sea… and pampered him very much. These few days down, Shang Ke didn’t resist any of these. However, it’s a little tragic for him when they had sex at night. To make Shang Ke get used to him completely, Wen Jingrong made use of all methods he could. Their sex location changed again and again and their positions were numerous. There was a time when they shamefully did once in the fitting room of a shop.