LGSG Chapter 7
by VolareMr. Xie was earnestly reflecting on himself.
Initially, choosing Xia Ran as his personal servant was indeed a gamble on Mr. Xie’s part.
He was good-looking and simple-minded. At least he wasn’t like the average player, plotting to murder him.
Mr. Xie had his own things to do. His biggest requirement of the human players was that they not interfere with his progress. He and the game were the enemies. If the players kept courting death, attracting the game’s attention for inspection, it would be a huge headache for Mr. Xie.
But looking at the thick red long johns, Mr. Xie fell into contemplation. He couldn’t help but give Xia Ran another glance, suspecting that this person’s thought process came from a distant, alien universe.
Otherwise, why couldn’t even a non-human monster like him understand it?
“Thank you…” Mr. Xie put on a fake, polite smile, “Where did you get these clothes?”
Xia Ran: “They were in the guest room where I slept.”
At the time, he noticed that Mr. Xie was dressed thinly and looked sickly, so he thought it would be better to keep him warm.
Mr. Xie’s lips twitched a few times.
He was suppressing his homicidal urges.
No.
He couldn’t do that.
The game had clearly noticed his actions. The recently added ghost NPCs might be equipped with the main god’s cameras. Killing the other person now would be beneficial and harmless to the game.
Moreover, it was rare to find someone who met his aesthetic standards… He didn’t have any malicious intent. He just had an abnormal thought process.
His fingertips twitched slightly, suppressing certain surging desires.
Mr. Xie touched the black-haired youth’s wrist, feeling the human’s scalding pulse: “Can I put them on myself?”
Xia Ran’s face turned red: “Of course.”
Mr. Xie took the red long johns.
Xia Ran automatically turned his back.
Although the slightly weak Mr. Xie, just getting out of bed, was also very good-looking.
But ahem, he was simply appreciating the beauty of a two-dimensional character. He didn’t really want to defile Mr. Xie.
Mr. Xie: “…”
Mr. Xie’s gaze slowly swept over the youth’s back. Today, he wasn’t wearing the staff uniform, but a spare shirt and pants from the guest room. The hem of the overly long shirt was tucked into the waistband of the pants, and the white fabric was slightly transparent. One could vaguely see the curve of his slender waist. When he stood there waiting, he seemed unexpectedly quiet. There was a touch of red at the ends of his slightly shoulder-length hair.
The action of putting on the long johns inexplicably slowed down.
A scalding heat shimmered in Mr. Xie’s eyes.
“Okay.”
Hearing Mr. Xie’s voice, Xia Ran turned around. He blankly thought, Mr. Xie’s voice was also hoarse. Could it be that he caught a cold from being cold?
Mr. Xie leaned against the headboard, casually placing the roses that Xia Ran had brought into the redwood drawer next to the bed.
He supported himself on the table, slowly getting out of bed. Feeling along the wall, he walked slowly towards the wheelchair. There was a new set of clothes on the wheelchair, which Mr. Xie put on over the long johns. It was a Chinese-style long coat, and once buttoned, the red long johns were no longer visible.
Xia Ran also thought that this color looked a bit jarring on Mr. Xie. But this was the only pair in the guest room. He didn’t dare say much, wanting to see how well Mr. Xie accepted it.
But he didn’t expect Mr. Xie’s attitude to be so tolerant.
Red roses, red long johns…
Could this be Mr. Xie’s aesthetic?
It was a pity that Mr. Xie said he couldn’t go out because of his health, otherwise, he could have taken him to the rose fields in the open space outside.
Xia Ran stared at Mr. Xie, his eyes full of regret.
Mr. Xie: “…”
What was that little brain thinking again?
Although he didn’t really want to put on a displeased face, for someone who had always pursued elegance, the matter of wearing red long johns was really unacceptable. So Mr. Xie’s face was still a little dark.
Xia Ran grasped Mr. Xie’s hand again.
[Mr. Xie’s body temperature is always so cold]
[Let me warm it up for him]
This time, unexpectedly, there were no strange thought bubbles slamming into his face. Mr. Xie was quite surprised. He looked up at Xia Ran.
The black-haired youth’s eyes were clear and cold, without any emotional fluctuations. But precisely beneath those eyes was a concern for him, this monster, that was untainted by malice.
Mr. Xie: “…”
For a moment, he caught sight of the surveillance tool floating by the window.
Mr. Xie’s face darkened.