Chapter 5: The goal is to look good.

Min Duan stood still for a long time with a stunned expression.

The people who touched him before are no longer on this earth, and she touched him and fell into his arms ...... Not moving a muscle?

Min Duan's narrow eyes narrowed slightly as he raised his hand and cupped the back of her neck, the touch under his hand warm and delicate, one of the most vulnerable parts of a human being.

As soon as he exerts himself, the man will break.

Just then, the sound of footsteps echoing down the corridor approached, and the two golems that had been summoned knelt in front of him.

Min Duan was silent for two seconds, holding her waist with one hand and moving the other from her neck to her forehead, the temperature coming from his palm was a bit high.

Min Duan lowered his gaze and surveyed her face, flushed and with pale white lips.

He gave orders to the golem, "You take her inside and you get a doctor."

The two puppets carried out their own commands, Min Duan went back to his room, he didn't want to have any contact with the doctor that would be brought in later, leaving the two puppets to watch over them was enough.

When he walked back into the living room, he remembered that he had wanted her dead, and what happened? And made a point of finding someone to save her.

Confused and annoyed, the inexplicable mess of emotions once again attacked his heart, Min Duan let out a tsk and walked into a laboratory, inside there was a huge lab table, placing all sorts of cold instruments, and behind the lab table was a white lab bed.

Min Duan walks over to the lab bench, pulls open a drawer, and pulls out disposable black gloves. He puts them on and picks a limb at random to remove the stitches.

He had a slight chill under his eyes, as if only these silver-cold instruments could calm him.

Three hours passed and he walked out of the lab, took off his gloves and threw them in the trash, and walked all the way back to the living room.

He stood in place for a moment, suddenly unsure of what he was going to do next, before he ghosted open the door and walked over to Xu You's door.

Min Duan raised his hand, pointed vaguely at the door, and said in a faint voice, "Open the door."

The next moment, the door was opened and the golem knelt by it.

Min Duan walks in and sees that her room is dominated by warm beige tones, with floral arrangements everywhere, and warm yellow lighting that sets off a simple yet cozy look.

He was a bit uncomfortable with this environment, like a bat that had been hiding in a dark cave being placed in the sunlight with no place to hide.

The puppet reported back to him, Xu You was diagnosed with fever, the doctor gave her an injection and fed her medicine, and just left.

Min Duan nodded and signaled for them to leave as well.

Xu You didn't know how long she had been sleeping, and when she felt a line of sight in her drowsiness, she opened her eyes with great difficulty and saw Min Duan standing beside her bed.

Min Duan stared at her with lowered eyes and a not-so-friendly expression, then saw her pull the covers down a bit, revealing her pointed chin, and she blinked and said in a jarring voice, "Thank you ah."

Min Duan froze, his expression somewhat surprised, as if he had never been thanked before and was extremely uncomfortable.

He averted his eyes with an indifferent hmmm, and had just turned to leave when he felt a slight tug on the hem of his bodysuit.

Min Duan sidestepped and lowered his eyes to look at a thin white hand that formed a visual color difference of black and white contrast with his black jumper.

He looked along again and her eyes lit up as she asked, "Would you like a late night snack?"

Without waiting for Min Duan's reply, Xu You had already lifted the covers and climbed out of bed, his weak body shaking slightly as he touched the ground and straightened his upper body.

She hastily held onto the nearby nightstand to steady herself, momentarily not noticing Min Duan's half-extended hand.

Min Duan closed his hand in silence and suddenly asked, "Why are you suddenly sick?"

This time, Xu You's expression was unexpected, based on her observation of Min Duan during this period of time, she found that he was like a godfather of the "None of my business" religion, and when he ignored anything that had nothing to do with him, even if he said one more word, it was like a fantasy.

It did take her a little by surprise that he was asking about her at this moment.

Xu You said as he walked towards the kitchen, "I've been like this since I was a kid, I'd get a sudden fever in the middle of the night, but I grew up to be in better shape and it happens less often."

She was originally like this, never thought she'd cross over and still be like this, and last night she had a sudden fever, swallowed two fever-reducing pills, and fell asleep in a daze all the way to the sound of the persistent ringing of the bell before she feebly got up to open the door.

I just didn't expect Min Duan to hire a doctor for her and keep watch until midnight, so it was only right to treat someone to a late night snack.

Xu You came to the kitchen, first added water to the pot, then turned on the heat and boiled, opened the refrigerator and took out a box of dumplings wrapped in plastic wrap, this is the dumplings she wrapped yesterday afternoon, which she wanted to save for today, and now it's just the right time to serve as a late-night snack.

The main reason was that she was feeling tired now and didn't want to fuss too much, so she just had to condescend to the big guy to nibble on a piece of dumpling with her, and then make up for him later by cooking something tasty.

Min Duan leaned against the doorframe and looked in without saying a word.

The water gurgled and boiled and then rose hot, the woman in the white cotton nightgown, her hair slightly disheveled, her eyes downcast as she focused on putting the dumplings in her hand into the pot one by one, the white vapor haze softening her eyebrows.

Min Duan didn't know why he was here watching, only that he didn't feel averse to staying this way, and he sensed a human presence.

A beautiful picture, what if it's just a deliberate human creation?

Xu You completely did not have the heart to pay attention to the complex gaze behind her, she was really starving, she had not eaten anything for a whole day, and now her stomach was empty with nothing but bitterness, knowing that Min Duan stood back to watch, and only thought that he had not eaten his dinner, and was starving waiting for a late-night snack, and so she accelerated the movement of her hands.

After a few minutes, the water boils again and the dumplings rise to the surface. Xu You turns around to go to the cupboard to get a bowl for the dumplings, but Min Duan suddenly comes closer.

His cold aura covered the sky, Xu You subconsciously shrink back, Min Duan continues to approach, with a sense of oppression, Xu You back a few steps, back to the kitchen table retreat, he leaned over and lowered his head to stare at her.

Xu You watched his approaching movements without moving, until she could see herself in his eyes and he stopped moving.

Min Duan slightly opened his lips and pronounced an awkward sentence, and when the last word fell, he snapped his fingers, and Xu You's eyes darkened, lost in thought.

His tone was cold, "What was the purpose of approaching me?"

In addition to his superior intelligence and acumen, another reason why it is difficult for others to approach and trust him is that he can seduce people's minds and manipulate them into saying what is on their minds.

Anyone who would become transparent in his presence would be better off not having any heart at all from head to toe.

Xu You obediently opened her mouth and replied, "You're good looking."

Min Duan paused, his expression full of disbelief, and hesitantly repeated, "Good-looking?"

"Yes," Xu You said mechanically, "you're the best looking person I've ever seen."

Min Duan was silent for a long time, his gaze even more complicated, ten thousand answers whirled through his mind, how could he not expect this kind of answer.

He was confident in his manipulation skills and couldn't possibly miss, so was there really a type of person in the world who was nice to people because they were nice to look at?

Min Duan had extremely mixed feelings, which at least meant that she didn't have any unsavory intentions, but what if she met someone better looking later?

Forget it, her future was none of his business.

Min Duan takes two steps back and snaps his fingers again.

Instantly, Xu You's eyes lit up and he rubbed his head, slightly confused, "Eh? I was trying to do something."

"Serve the dumplings." Min Duan dropped his words and headed for the living room.

Xu You turned around, exhaled thankfully, pulled two large bowls out of the cupboard, and asked in his head, "Why can't he manipulate me?"

The system leisurely explained, "Your body is of this world, but your consciousness is not, so he can manipulate your body, but not your consciousness, your body will listen to his commands and open its mouth to answer, but what to answer is all up to your consciousness."

And then there's this bug, Xu You, who thinks how creepy and bloody and scary it would be if he just blurted out "I'm here to fucking kill you".

Xu You carries two big bowls of steaming dumplings and comes over to this side of the dining table to set them down, while straightening up to open the window.

She came back and sat across from Min Duan, curling her lips in a smile, "Three fresh dumplings with pork, cabbage, fungus and shrimp skin, I don't know if you have any contraindications, if you don't want to eat them, I'll go and cook noodles for you."

The cool evening breeze blew across the window sill, the fresh scent of jasmine flowers followed the wind slowly into the room, the room lamp orange, giving her pretty face a halo of warmth and softness.

Hearing her light voice, with simple dumplings in front of him, trimmed with just a bit of green onion, he somehow managed to feel a bit of tangible warmth and heat as some part of his heart collapsed.

What's the word, life.

It seems to describe a day with a little bit of a human touch.

There were no cold instruments, no dark rooms, and not the dead silence of a graveyard, yet it calmed and even swelled his heart a little.

Min Duan's long eyelash feathers covered down and he said low and slow, "This."

"Very good." He said.

"Ding," the system voice sounded, "Congratulations to the host, the villain's trust value has risen to 30, please keep up the good work!"