Chapter 141 Orcs Will Never Be Slaves (2)

Since you have already called me, it is redundant to ask this question again.

At the same time, Wen Chan was also certain that he was 99% her boyfriend.

Only he would call her Chanchan when he saw her for the first time.

Normal people wouldn’t call you so ambiguously out of politeness.

“As long as you are happy.” Wen Chan replied.

Jing Ge was indeed happy. He looked down at the license plate on his chest, pursed his lips and smiled, then raised his head and spoke seriously.

“My name is Jing Ge, you can also call me Ge Ge.”

He stared at Wen Chan’s face as if he was expecting something.

It seemed that he really wanted to hear Wen Chan call him “brother”.

It’s exciting just thinking about it.

Although it was their first meeting, he fell in love with Wen Chan at first sight.

He himself found it baffling how that glance lasted a thousand years.

Besides, she was still wearing a mask at that time.

Jing Ge felt that fate was something so wonderful that it was hard to describe it.

It was so wonderful that he felt as happy as when he ate dried fish.

“Don’t look at it, I can’t say it.”

Wen Chan imitated him, supporting her chin with both hands and looking at him.

I really can’t say these two words.

Jing Ge’s beautiful eyes immediately drooped and he said in disappointment: “Ah…I’m sorry.”

It’s he who thinks too much.

“But you can call me something else.” Wen Chan curled her lips, “How about your boyfriend?”

Jing Ge: “…”

This mood, twists and turns, ups and downs, a mess, eyes looking around…

He suddenly reached out his hands to cover his face and said shyly, “Chan Chan, you are so direct.”

Wen Chan raised her eyebrows, “Aren’t you more direct than me?”

Just say you like her!
“I do not have……”

He still had his hands on his face, and his earlobes were red and bloodshot.

While refuting, he did not forget to quietly open his fingers a little and peek at Wen Chan’s expression.

Seeing that she was serious and didn’t seem to be joking, his heart beat wildly.

“Seriously, Chan-chan?”

Wen Chan opened her mouth and was about to answer, but Jing Ge had already put down his hand and quickly said, “Don’t say you’re not serious! I’m serious!”

His rosy cheeks, coupled with his curly golden hair, made him look inexplicably cute.

“real!”

Wen Chan couldn’t help but reach out and rub his head.

It felt just as good as she had imagined, with fluffy curls and soft, like cotton.

Wen Chan wanted to grab him quickly and then let go, but after she reached out her hand, Jing Ge actually raised his head and rubbed it hard into her palm.

And squinted his eyes comfortably.

He looked just like a kitten trying to please its owner and begging for a pat, except that he was just purring.

So cute, so cute, so cute——

“Food is ready.”

Wen Chan was just about to masturbate when Uncle Tu’s voice rang out from the side.

He held two plates of seafood fried rice and a large bowl of bright red fried rice with a lethal dose of chili pepper in front of Jing Ge.

Another plate of golden and fragrant standard seafood fried rice was placed in front of Wen Chan.

Wen Chan had already retracted his curly-haired hand from Jing Ge.

Uncle Tu’s eyes moved over Wen Chan without any concealment. After putting down his things, he looked at Wen Chan a few more times before leaving.

He didn’t walk far, just stood not far away and took out a cigarette to smoke.

No more looking here.

Jing Ge didn’t pay attention to him and was sitting face to face with Wen Chan.

After what happened just now, he was no longer reserved. He moved his huge rice bowl to sit next to Wen Chan and rubbed his shoulder gently against Wen Chan.

Her face flushed, “Chanchan, touch me again…”

Wen Chan fulfilled his wish and raised her hand to pinch his head a few more times.

It’s so soft. It feels so good!
Jing Ge hummed, feeling more comfortable, and even had more energy when eating.

He took the spoon from the rice bowl and fed the food into his mouth in big gulps, with a happy expression on his face all the time.

Looking closely, most of what he ate was seafood, and any rice stuffed into his mouth would be squeezed out by him.

The young man is also picky about food.

Wen Chan picked out the seafood from her plate and threw it into his bowl.

Jing Ge was so moved that his eyes were filled with tears. “Chan Chan, you are so good to me!”

He scooped a few spoonfuls of the red fried rice from his own bowl into Wen Chan’s bowl.

“I’ll give you my meal, too!”

Wen Chan: “…”

She seriously suspected that he gave her rice because he didn’t like rice!

“I treat you as my own, and you want to harm me?”

Wen Chan grabbed his hand and said, “I pick seafood for you, and you give me rice? And spicy rice?”

“…” Jing Ge glanced at him a little guiltily.

“I gave it to me because I thought Cicada didn’t like eating it.”

“So you give it to me because you don’t like rice?” Wen Chan said.

“Nonsense, I love to eat!” Jing Ge retorted loudly.

After that, he asked her in a low voice, “What does the cicada like to eat?”

Wen Chan snorted and whispered back, “Ask your uncle to get me some meat.”

“…”

Jing Ge was strangely silent.

After a while, he gave all the seafood in his bowl to Wen Chan, “Chan Chan, let’s eat seafood.”

After giving all the seafood to Wen Chan, he stuffed his rice into big mouthfuls, but it tasted like wax.

Wen Chan looked at how much food was on her small plate, and then looked at Jing Ge’s reaction.

Without saying much, I really started eating.

However, I couldn’t eat it after just one bite.

With this level of spiciness, every bite is a huge test for her!

Wen Chan returned it to him with tears in her eyes.

Seeing Jing Ge’s expression as if he wanted to say that she was so nice, Wen Chan quickly lowered her head and started eating her rice.

After so much pushing and shoving, her fried rice was covered with a lot of chili!

It seems that her chrysanthemum is doomed after all.

Jing Ge enjoyed the meal and from time to time he grabbed Wen Chan’s hand and asked her to touch him.

Wen Chan didn’t know what his habit was.

In the end, I simply freed up one hand and kept it on his head, rubbing it from time to time.

Jing Ge was so happy.

Although he doesn’t like rice, he still finishes his meal.

He felt comfortable being touched, and after eating, he collapsed in a chair, rubbing Wen Chan’s palm, feeling drowsy and as if he was a little drunk.

Uncle Tu seemed not to be paying attention to this side, but in fact he was always looking at this side.

When he saw that the two of them had finished eating, he came over to collect the bowls.

He had a cigarette in his mouth and his eyes scanned Wen Chan.

Wen Chan couldn’t help but ask, “If you have anything to say, why not just say it?”

Jing Ge was really sleepy. He had already leaned his head on Wen Chan’s shoulder and was almost falling asleep in a daze.

Suddenly hearing Wen Chan’s words, he subconsciously replied, “I didn’t say anything…”

Wen Chan’s hand was still on top of his head, rubbing it gently, comforting him, and indicating that she was not talking to him.

“Humph.”

Uncle Tu just snorted at her, said nothing, turned around and left.

Wen Chan looked at his back and complained, “Is there something wrong with your uncle?”

Jing Ge found a comfortable position on her shoulder and leaned, “Yeah… He has such a temper, don’t bother with him.”

Although he said he didn’t care, Uncle Tu’s eyes made Wen Chan care.

Jing Ge fell asleep leaning against her.

Wen Chan finally found a chance to look at his watch.