Days and nights of pursuit of Dottore

Chapter 291 Whatever comes to mind

“Wow, it’s delicious!”

I took a quick bite and was immediately captivated by the wonderful taste.

Paimon immediately buried his head and devoured the meal.

The traveler held a string in his hand, and after Paimon pushed him a few times, he finally opened his mouth and took a bite.

The amazing taste blooms between your lips and tongue.

How can this be? This is too much.

The traveler's saliva was constantly secreted, but he felt a little upset.

I clearly wanted to stay away from him.

But why do I think of him whenever something happens?

[Ding——Target Traveler’s Favorability +5, Current Favorability 15]

When the good news came, Cheng Yan was sleeping soundly in Morax's arms.

He woke up once, was fed a few sips of soup, and then fell into a deep sleep again.

Morax turned sideways and propped up his head to look at Cheng Yan's sleeping face.

Well, he did stay to accompany me.

But what's the difference between this and not staying?

He turned his head and glanced at the precarious space behind him, knowing that if he moved a little he would fall off the bed.

There is still a difference.

If he didn't stay, he wouldn't be at risk of being pushed off the bed.

He reached out and pinched Cheng Yan's fair cheek under the moonlight.

My heart is filled with satisfaction.

Although he felt disgusted in his heart, he hugged the person tighter in his arms.

I don’t know how long I stared at Cheng Yan before he fell asleep. When I opened my eyes again, my arms were empty.

I feel a little unhappy. The gap between having people around me and having no one around me is quite big.

This emotion eased a little when I walked outside and saw a table full of delicious food.

He sat down and tasted each dish, and saw the note in the middle of it.

[Oops! I slept too long! Lord Emperor, please have your meal first. I will come to apologize later! (with mini illustration of Cheng Yan making a heart gesture)]

Just a few words successfully made Morax feel better, and he began to look forward to Cheng Yan's next visit.

The real owner, although nominally forced to do so, actually came to the snow mountain just as he wished.

They set up camps in batches at different locations, and Cheng Yan supervised everywhere.

"We will stay here after we set up the camp. Supplies will be delivered regularly. If you observe anything unusual, report it to the captain immediately. The captain will tell me... No, tell your lady."

"Yes!"

The answer was in unison, shocking Cheng Yan so much that he trembled twice.

He has the title of executive, but all he does is slacking off. He cannot get involved in deep matters, nor does he want to get involved. Anyway, with Zazan around, Zazan will not do anything that is not good for him, and Cheng Yan is happy to be a hands-off boss.

The reason why I chose to come to the snowy mountains to be Rosaline's assistant was because there was a greater chance of meeting travelers here.

Whatever comes to mind.

Cheng Yan was just thinking about how to meet him again when someone came to his door.

"You just stole our fire source. Do you think I'm easy to bully just because you have more people than us?"

The words of suppressed anger attracted Cheng Yan's attention. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw the traveler with his hands on his hips, looking aggressive.

A tall Fatui soldier had already picked up his weapon, and many people surrounded the traveler.

Through the gap in the crowd, Cheng Yan saw that there was no fear on the traveler's face.

A clear chuckle broke the standoff between the Traveler and the Fatui.

"What a coincidence, we meet again."

Cheng Yan stood up, and the soldiers of the Fools spontaneously made way for him.

The mask reappeared on his face, and he walked towards the traveler step by step, and only stopped when he could touch his face if he lowered his head.

Cheng Yan lowered his eyes and looked at him with a smile, but said nothing to him.

"Who stole his fire?"

The plump and round Bing Pang was pushed out, scratching his head. "Yes, I saw it first."

Cheng Yan narrowed his eyes and smiled faintly, "I'm so sorry for the offense."

The subject suddenly changed, and the tone was brisk as if it had a hook.

"How about...I apologize in person, okay?"