[Curse Return] How can a sorcerer not be crazy?

Fushiguro Shier turned around expressionlessly like a cold-blooded killer: "It's so annoying. None of your business."

A familiar drowsiness came over her, and the system played the scene in her mind again:

A tall man stood on the top floor of a high-rise building under the night sky. The night wind blew through his black hair, revealing an extremely handsome and aggressive face.

It seemed to be because it was winter, he was wearing a mint blue sweater that looked very soft, and black pants wrapped around his strong and slender legs.

The traffic lights in the background were flashing dangerous red lights. This was a rooftop helipad, and from there one could overlook Tokyo's most bustling night scene.

In an instant, Huai Liang came to his senses and couldn't help but complain to himself that the scene was becoming more and more muddy.

The last time I saw Fushiguro Shige's future, he was clearly seriously injured and dying, with blood all over the ground. I didn't expect that later on, this person actually came back to life?

What the hell, does everyone in this world have a second life?

However, this person just talked about getting married with such a big face that he didn't feel any fluctuation in his heart at all.

And even though he said nasty things, his favorability level increased... What a weird guy.

Looking at his receding back, Huai Liang said softly, "I thought you would ask me again what your future would be like."

Fushiguro stopped in his tracks and said, "Forget it. Later I thought about it and realized that the future will keep changing with each question."

"Personally, I don't like certain things."

Huailiang smiled, wishing that both Gao Xianzhi and Xia Yujie could be as free and easy as him.

"You will have a good future, Mr. Shen'er. Your destiny has changed."

Fushiguro Shier asked back: "You saw it? Then do you know your future?"

Huailiang said indifferently: "Who knows."

"But never mind. I'm just like you. Things that are too certain will make me lose interest."

Fushiguro Shigeji waved his hand and disappeared into the thick night.

Huailiang lowered his head and began to edit the text message:

"Jie-kun, are you free this weekend?"

"Come to my house and play~"

……

Xia Youjie arrived in a hurry after 4 o'clock in the afternoon.

He was carrying two large bags of fruits, drinks, snacks and other things, and looked like he was determined to fill up Huailiang's refrigerator.

"Sorry, I wanted to come earlier, but unfortunately I was assigned a temporary task."

Xia Youjie went into the house to change his shoes and closed the door behind him, muttering with regret: "Damn it! You wasted so much of my time. I wanted to come over and help you prepare the meal."

Huailiang, wearing a brown Winnie the Pooh apron, poked his head out of the kitchen and said, "It's okay. You're a guest today. Just take a good rest on the sofa."

"Are you tired? Do you want to go to the recreation room and play some games?"

Xia Youjie bent down and began to sort and organize the supplies in the two large bags: "No, it's just a bunch of minions. It took a while to deal with them."

"Is the fridge empty? I bought some yogurt and ice cream."

"There's still space in the safe and freezer rooms, just put it in there."

Huailiang was concentrating on stirring the French apple-braised pork chops in the pot, which were emitting bursts of rich aroma, and occasionally processing clams to prepare a crispy and creamy clam chowder.

After finishing his preparations, Xia Youjie rolled up his sleeves and stood beside Huai Liang, smiling and saying, "How can I help?"

"If Jie Jun insists, then I won't be polite."

Huailiang winked at him playfully and instructed him to complete a simplest fig and ham salad.

About an hour later, the table was filled with a delicious meal that was more than enough for two people.

Among a series of exquisitely presented and fragrant Western dishes, Huailiang thoughtfully used civet cat soba as the staple food for dinner.

This was the only time in last week's episode that she heard Geto Xiayou take the initiative to ask for something to eat.

The meal was a great success for both the host and the guests. She did not flirt with him deliberately, but talked with him about everything from his favorite music, movies, and books to a certain sports star, a place he wanted to travel to, and so on.

Like good friends, we can really relax, enjoy delicious food and chat about anything.

The food and drinks were finished, the cups and plates were in a mess, and the atmosphere was so harmonious that the only difference was that "we lay together in the boat, not knowing that the sun had already risen in the east."

It was only after Geto Suguru's strenuous efforts that he got the job of washing dishes.

It didn't seem right to let the guest wash dishes alone in the kitchen, so in order to make him seem less bored, Huai Liang took out his collection of vinyl records and put them on the old record player he had bought.

She adjusted the needle, and soon, a retro and elegant female voice sang slowly like flowing water:

"I know you belong to some body new."

[I know you may have a new love]

"But tonight you belong to me..."

But tonight you belong to me

"..."

Huailiang walked back to the kitchen, leaned against the wall, and watched the other person's actions quietly.

"Let me show you something fun."

Xia Yujie bent his fingers slightly and blew gently, and a transparent bubble floated in the air.

The same people, similar scenes, same actions... This gave her a subtle sense of time and space confusion.

She noticed that Geto Suguru seemed to be looking for someone's shadow in her.

"Lay don't go along the stream."

[You and I take a rest by the stream]

"How very very sweet it will seem."

How sweet this will be

"Once more just to dream..."

【Have a sweet dream again...】

Seeing her say she looked lost because she couldn't smoke, and walking under the moonlight seemed to be looking through her at an unknown person, asking her if she liked ice cream?

She also asked people around him to find out whether he had ever had an unforgettable love affair, and even asked someone to investigate his life in junior high school, but found nothing.

Someone like him might just be experiencing a deep and hopeless crush.

She had no intention of being someone else's shadow. She knew that being a substitute had no future - so she always gave the opposite answer to what the other party expected.

She didn't mind and didn't feel lost.

Anyway, it was just a deliberate seduction now. She needed his favor. If he already had someone in his heart, she would be even more ruthless in taking advantage of him.

"Quite interesting."

She did not touch the bubble and let it dissipate into the air.

"what."

The moment Xia Yujie bent down to continue washing the dishes, he suddenly felt his vision was blocked by his falling hair, and the rubber band tied behind his head suddenly broke.

The jet-black medium-length hair fell down, rubbing against his neck and making it itchy.

From Huailiang's perspective, his hair looked like the finest silk, with a soft and shiny texture.

The slightly longer hair did not make him look feminine, but instead accentuated his originally restrained and dangerous temperament.

Those upturned, narrow, crimson-purple eyes glanced sideways nonchalantly, bewitching.

Huailiang was distracted for only a second before coming back to his senses.

"There are spare rubber bands at home. Can I go get them now?"

Xia Yujie chuckled, "Don't you like the way my hair is down, Liang-chan?"

"what?"

He leaned down gently and looked directly into the pair of hesitant and flickering eyes: "Yes, you were distracted just now and looked at me carefully."

Having his thoughts discovered, Huai Liang suddenly felt embarrassed, as if he had been caught peeping at someone taking a bath, and was the first to look away.

"Just say so."

Geto Suguru got the answer he wanted, so he stopped there.

He stood up straight and said in a brisk voice: "I will grow my hair longer, so Liangjiang can take her time to read it later."

She spread out her foamy fingers, seeming to be in distress, "But now I need your help... to tie my hair up, so it covers my eyes a little."