I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

Dinner was booked in advance by Lowe, from a well-known restaurant nearby, always a representative of good taste and excellent quality. Many foreign diners will come here, and it is not easy to book once in advance, and I don’t know how Luo made the reservation on the same day.

The time when the dishes are delivered is also just right. Both the taste and the taste are kept very good.

But even so, Xiao Lan still thinks the best thing is the simple cookie on the table.

It's been a long time since he has had his birthday accompanied.

Since his mother's death, he has lived alone. Even on his birthday, he still has to work hard, study, and hide from usury. There is no time to celebrate.

Besides, what did he use to celebrate, instant noodles, leftovers or unsold bento?

In addition to sweeping his mother's grave on her birthday, Xiao Lan has almost abandoned the habit of celebrating her birthday.

Birthday is just a day full of busyness, loneliness and exhaustion, no different from any day of the year.

Someone like this celebrates his birthday, arranges everything, and makes the most memorable taste in memory so carefully, it is like a dream.

After dinner, Luo packed the table and turned off the lights at home.

Then, he opened the cake made for Xiao Lan and lit candles.

In the warm glow of candlelight, Luo led the cake to Xiao Lan.

He placed the cake on the table in front of Xiao Lan and smiled and said, "Happy birthday, sir."

The light of the candle outlined his outline, as if there were only two of them left in the world.

Luo's voice was soft, he said to Xiao Lan: "Make a wish, maybe the wish will come true after being heard by the passing deity."

Xiao Lan laughed.

Although he did not believe in the existence of God in the world, he closed his eyes and meditated on his desire in his heart.

What good is the wish?

Hope to live in the advent of the world?

Hope to solve all doubts about what happened to me?

No, he will do these things even if he does not wish to do so.

Then...

Xiao Lan thought of the man standing beside him.

Weak black shadows at first sight, black cats with square heads, elegant human figures, and the seemingly easy-going yet powerful look in memories.

His help to him, and the unclear reason why he tore him up and imprisoned him.

Xiao Lan has a decision--

If there are really gods in the world who can fulfill people’s wishes, I hope that Luo will be able to succeed in life in the future, with less pain and suffering.

At this moment, he suddenly understood his mother's wish. It turned out that making a person safe and happy is actually a very extravagant thing.

In some cases, it may not be possible to exhaust the effort of a lifetime.

After making a wish, Xiao Lan opened his eyes.

He looked at Luo under the candlelight, looked at the other person's still beautiful silhouette under the candlelight, and then blew out the candle.

The moonlight outside the window penetrated into the room with the dim light of the street lamp, making everything look hazy.

Luo's low voice sounded: "Why did you look at me, did you make any wishes related to me?"

Xiao Lan said: "Yeah, I wish to give the gods, I hope he can save your soul painting skills."

"I didn't expect the gods to say that it was too difficult, let me change a more reliable wish."

"I don't want to, he left."

Luo's tone was with a smile: "Perhaps the gods also appreciate my art."

Xiao Lan couldn't help smiling: "It seems that I blamed him wrong."

Xiao Lan didn't say his wish, Luo also tacitly did not pursue it.

Both men smiled and did not mind the nonsense of the conversation.

Luo didn't turn on the light, he leaned over slightly by the moonlight and extended his hand towards Xiao Lan: "Can I reach out?"

Xiao Lan stretched out his left hand with some doubt.

Luo held Xiao Lan's wrist in one hand and took out a black bracelet in the other.

It was a men's bracelet that didn't seem to have any extra decoration. The shape was very concise. The overall darkness was black, and no light was reflected. It reminded Xiao Lan of the black shadow of Luo's incarnation.

Luo put the bracelet on Xiao Lan's hand: "If I can't come when there is a crisis, I only need to tear this bracelet and I can briefly summon my shadow to help."

"As a birthday gift, I hope you will like it." His words paused: "I also hope that it will never be useful."

Xiao Lan withdrew his hand and gently rubbed the bracelet on his wrist, which looked plain.

If this is an expensive gift, he may not accept it, but this gift is more precious than anything that money can buy.

Moreover, this intention makes people unable to refuse.

Xiao Lan accepted the gift: "Thank you, this is the best birthday gift."

Luo: "You just like it."

Luo kept leaning slightly and stared at Xiao Lan.

The cold moonlight sprinkled on his body, and outlined his eyebrows, so that his already perfect silhouette showed a little strangeness.

It looks out of place with the cool night.

The two stared at each other in this way.

Xiao Lan found Luo was getting closer and closer to him, so close that he could see each other's fine eyelashes.

At the same time, he could hear his heart beating faster and faster, once, once, again... as if he was about to leave the shackles of his chest.

Xiao Lan couldn't help but put her eyes on Luo Na's always smiling lips.

Under the moonlight, the lip color looks a little cold, but it does not prevent the person watching it from imagining its softness and temperature.

It seems... very suitable...

Looking at it, as if she was tempted by unknown, Xiao Lan stretched out her hand around Luo's neck and suddenly narrowed the distance between the two, accelerating the coming kiss.

At that moment there was nothing in his mind.

As if it were instinct, the body acts before thinking.

To put it simply-color makes Zhizhi faint.

When Xiao Lan's consciousness returned, he was in contact with Luo's lips and tongue, and the touch of those lips was as soft and hot as expected, intertwined with him with a gentle force.

Obviously, he and Luo are... kissing at the moment.

Xiao Lan's mind went blank for a moment, and he couldn't even think about whether he wanted to push the other side away.

Time seems to be still, and Xiao Lan does not know how long it has passed.

Until Luo's voice rang in his ear: "Sir..."

The voice was low, with a little husky, and with a somewhat contented smile.

Xiao Lan's brain was working again, and his thinking was still not very coherent.

Lying! What did he do...

This, this...

Lying! Lying! ! Lying! ! !

Xiao Lan felt that instead of putting his head on his neck, he had just boiled a hot water bottle, which was boiling now, and hot steam was coming out.

His face flushed suddenly.

Xiao Lan made a leap to the side, using the fastest dodge speed he had recently trained to break away from Luo's eyes.

Then, he kept walking and smoked back to his room, like a monster chasing behind him.

Immediately after Xiao Lan got into the room, he directly locked the door and buried his head under the pillow, looking like a frightened ostrich.

At this moment, Xiao Lan's mind is confused.

After so many years of single birth, is he finally alone?

Entered the stage of watching everyone's eyes clear?

No, no, Luo is not at the eyebrow level, his lethality is much...

Nonsence! Is this the point of the problem? !

Various thoughts in Xiao Lan's mind came up in turns, successfully mixing his unrecovered thoughts into a mess.

Xiao Lan lay motionless on the bed, as if a salted fish had just been laid to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon.

I really want to give up thinking...

the other side.

Luo witnessed Xiao Lan disappear in front of his eyes with the ultimate speed he had never seen before.

He reached out and gently touched the corner of his mouth.

Unexpectedly, he was preempted by his shy master...

In the silence of the room, Luo smiled lowly: "However, this is not bad."

This shows that in the eyes of the husband, he is already an object of more intimate behavior, isn't he?

It is no longer a level with what is iron and Han and Shirley.

"It doesn't matter if you run away now."

"Because sir, you have entered my network."

"Can't escape."

Romo held the back of the chair that Xiao Lan had just sat on, and there was still a little temperature belonging to Xiao Lan, with the same warmth as its owner, but not too warm.

Standing quietly, the man in black raised his mouth.

I don't know how long it has been.

"Huh..." Xiao Lan, still ostrich-shaped, stretched her head to exhale.

The result of keeping his head in the pillow and thinking all the time is that he now feels that he is about to touch the gate of heaven.

Facts have proved that even senior players with different physiques will still be in danger of suffocation after holding the pillow for a long time.

Although I still haven't figured out why I did this kind of thing today, at least for now, Xiao Lan's mood is calmer.

His brain also slowly recovered his thinking ability.

But... he still didn't think about how to face Luo.

At this moment, as if to give Xiao Lan no time to think, there was a knock on the door outside his bedroom door.

This time I will knock on the door, in fact, there are only candidates...

Xiao Lan's slightly lowered heart was raised again.

"Sir, the cake hasn't been eaten yet. Should I send it over?" Luo's voice rang outside the door.

His tone sounded no different than usual, and he couldn't tell what he thought about the previous thing.

Xiao Lan's thoughts that had just calmed down rolled over again, and would soon be overloaded again: "No... I... I can't eat it for the time being. Let's have breakfast tomorrow."

"How can you eat something overnight? That's bad for your health." Luo's tone was still calm.

But in an angle that Xiao Lan couldn't see, his mouth was smiling, obviously in a good mood.

"No, nothing... just one night, nothing." Xiao Lan tried to stop the other party from entering the door, and his head was sweating.

After a moment of silence.

Luo's voice sounded again: "Well, I will prepare a copy for you at breakfast tomorrow."

Xiao Lan relaxed: "Thank you..."

Listening to Luo's footsteps gradually going away, Xiao Lan threw away the pillow that had been nipped in his hand for a long time.

He spread out on the bed again, staring straight at the ceiling with his eyes straight, his mind empty, and felt like the whole person was useless.

What should I do tomorrow?