101: Brother Corpse, please give me a chance?

Well, Luo Sen was left wearing nothing but his underwear, a 360-degree view that was practically an invitation to crime!

Luo Sen, his long legs carrying him, walked over to Si Nan. He pointed dumbly at the torn pajamas on the floor and said, "Sis, it's broken. Sen Sen won't wear it. Sen Sen is hot."

"Not wear them? You can't do that. You have to wear something. Look, Sis is wearing fuzzy pajamas," Si Nan explained, pointing at her own clothes.

Luo Sen suddenly reached out with his hands, "Then Sis shouldn't wear them either. That way it's fair for Sen Sen."

"Ah, stop! I'm cold," Si Nan exclaimed in fright, clutching her chest tightly. This was getting out of hand. Was this guy really dumb or just pretending?

Seeing Si Nan's reaction, Luo Sen seemed to understand. "Oh, oh, Sis is cold. Then Sen Sen won't take Sis's clothes off. Sen Sen will go light the fireplace."

Only after watching him leave did Si Nan finally relax. She quickly took out a new set of pajamas from her space and handed them to him. "Hurry up and put these on, or Sis will get angry. From now on, you are not allowed to try and take Sis's clothes off, and you can't take anyone else's clothes off either. Got it?"

"Mhm, mhm, Sen Sen remembers," Luo Sen nodded, seeming to understand yet not fully.

Feeling somewhat reassured, Si Nan went to tidy up the kitchen.

But when she finished cleaning the kitchen and returned to the room to sleep, Luo Sen was already lying on her bed, having arranged himself in a seductive pose, waiting for her.

"Ahem, the sofa is warmer. Sis will sleep on the sofa," she explained awkwardly, going to get her own blanket.

Luo Sen suddenly asked her with a hurt expression, "Does Sis hate Sen Sen? Doesn't want Sen Sen anymore? Sen Sen is scared alone."

She: "---"

Horrifying!

It was the first time in her life she had seen a nearly two-meter-tall grown man acting coquettish. The whole scene—how to put it?—left her utterly bewildered.

Si Nan covered her face, feeling a deep sense of helplessness. Forcing a smile as if coaxing a Child, she said, "No, no, it's just that I think the bedroom is too cold. The sofa is warmer. Look, the sofa is big, soft, and warm. It's really comfortable to sleep on, hehehe~"

"Oh, so that's how it is. Then Sen Sen has a solution," Luo Sen said cheerfully and suddenly ran into the bedroom.

Watching Luo Sen's retreating figure, Si Nan was suspicious. "You have a solution? What solution could you possibly have?"

Then she saw Luo Sen come back carrying his large blanket. He unfolded it, wrapped her entire body up, tightly cocooning her into a silkworm chrysalis. Then he scooped her up, carried her to the bed, fetched her blanket, and covered both of them with it.

Under the blanket, he bear-hugged her chrysalis-wrapped form, justifying it as, "Sis, like this you won't be cold.

Hmm, right, good idea!

Except, how was she supposed to fall asleep like this?

Si Nan blinked rapidly, staring blankly at the ceiling. Were all her future days going to be like this? Her heart felt so weary.

She quickly tried to find an excuse. "I'll go close the door."

"Sen Sen will do it." Luo Sen was too fast. He closed the door in two seconds and was back in bed.

Not giving up, Si Nan said, "I'll go turn off the light."

"Click, already off."

Si Nan: "---"

She wailed inwardly: "Corpse Brother, give me a chance?"

Luo Sen hugged her even tighter. "Sis isn't cold. If Sen Sen isn't cold, Sis won't be cold."

Yeah, right. Later, when you're not normal and bite me, I'll be more than just 'not cold.' I'll be lying there forever cold, and I might even get to meet the King of Hell.

Si Nan forced herself to stay awake. Her mind drifted to Huangfu Qiankun's top-tier safe mansion, wondering if she should go observe it up close tomorrow—such an extravagant safe house definitely wasn't simple; it probably had some advanced mechanisms installed—she wasn't stupid enough to barge right in—it would be best if she could get her hands on the blueprints—oh, right, she had picked up Huangfu Qiankun's phone—she had already changed the password, removed all the Messy bound stuff, turned off the location—should she get up and check it?

Better not—why is it so warm?—Mmm, mmm, can't hold on anymore. Thinking and thinking, Si Nan fell asleep.

Behind her, Luo Sen, hearing her even breathing, stole a "mwah" kiss on her cheek. Then, happily hugging Si Nan, he fell asleep too.

The next day: "Oh no!"

Si Nan suddenly woke with a start. Luo Sen was no longer on the bed. She patted her chest, startled, thinking for a moment she had died.

She had dreamed that Luo Sen 'bit' her, but somehow during the dream, she couldn't wake up and could only watch helplessly as Luo Sen 'bit' her.

She hurriedly checked her entire body. It was intact. Her eyes swept the room; she didn't see Luo Sen. She got dressed and rushed downstairs, only to find the guy with his back to her, fiddling with something in the kitchen.

"Luo Sen?" she called out.

"Ouch~" he yelped in pain.

Luo Sen turned to look at Si Nan, clutching his cut finger, his deep eyes filled with grievance. "Sen Sen is bleeding."

He showed Si Nan his hand, blood welling from the cut.

"What? You're bleeding?" Si Nan quickly ran over. Seeing his finger really was dripping blood, it was bizarre—his blood was still red, not black.

Suddenly, Si Nan stared fixedly at Luo Sen's face. He was still as handsome, as captivating as ever. His skin tone was still a shade darker than his previous wheat color. But his entire demeanor and expression were completely different from before.

She hurriedly fetched the first-aid kit, pulled Luo Sen to sit on a chair, and started treating his wound. "What were you doing so early in the morning?"

"Mhm, Sen Sen wanted to make something delicious for Sis, but Sen Sen is too clumsy and couldn't do it," Luo Sen explained while enjoying Si Nan's ministrations.

After bandaging his finger, Si Nan went to the kitchen. There was a bowl of beaten eggs, flour scattered all over the counter, and half-cut green onions on the cutting board. She smiled, "Were you trying to make egg pancakes?"

"Mhm, mhm, mhm. Mom said egg pancakes are nutritious. She made them for Sen Sen every day. They're so yummy. Sis would definitely like them too," Luo Sen walked over, meeting Si Nan's gaze with deep, straightforward affection.

"Ahem, if you want to eat them, you just have to tell Sis. You sit still and wait. Sis will make them." Si Nan quickly washed her hands, cleaned up the entire counter, washed another bunch of green onions, and fetched a few packs of pure milk.

Soon, a well-proportioned batter of eggs, milk, and flour was mixed. She took out the griddle, and the first batch of fragrant egg pancakes was ready in no time. Luo Sen was so tempted he finished one before it even had a chance to cool down.

"My goodness, aren't you afraid of burning yourself?" Si Nan handed him the remaining pack of pure milk.

"Mhm, mhm, it's because the egg pancakes Sis made are too delicious. Sen Sen wants more," Luo Sen said, his eyes sparkling brightly as he looked at her.

Si Nan sighed helplessly. "Alright, they're all yours. If it's not enough, Sis will make more."

Luo Sen became interested. He reached from behind and held Si Nan's hand. "Sen Sen wants to learn too. Sis has to teach Sen Sen."

He was so tall. From a distance, they looked like a handsome couple showing affection.

Si Nan, focused entirely on making the egg pancakes, didn't notice the ambiguous distance between her and Luo Sen. She was still teaching him how to cook the pancakes hand-in-hand.

"Yes, just like that. The spatula should be gentle. If you use too much force, you'll poke a hole in the pancake. Flip it frequently; if you're too slow, it'll burn."

"Like this, Sis?"