A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

Her heavy woolen coat brought a touch of warmth to Zhao Xingyuan.

"Put me down, I can go."

The girl's thin spine, against his ribs, made Zhao Xingyuan unbearable to press on her again.

The bitter taste in his mouth was the smell of pills. When he fell ill just now, it should have been the medicine that this little girl fed him.

In a blur, he seemed to feel something more between his lips and teeth, but it was difficult to determine.

For a stranger can be so enthusiastic, her kindness is beyond doubt.

In this situation, most people would probably stay far away, for fear of getting burned.

As for his appearance... Zhao Xingyuan had also had an illness in front of people before, and the girls who usually saw him screaming and attentive were so frightened that their faces turned pale after his illness.

And the girl, who was scared to tears by the way he was sick.

Since then, Zhao Xingyuan has understood that the so-called likes of those girls are actually very superficial.

Just like they would chase after another idol every three or five years, he was comparable to the star's appearance, and his mysterious family background was the driving force for them to chase.

"The target character's favorability is +20, and the current favorability is 50."

Zhao Xingyuan moved his body and his feet landed on the ground. Shu Ange couldn't resist him, so he had to put him down.

"I'll help you go."

Underneath she was a yellowed beige sweater, which the original owner had brought from the country.

Song Xiangzhi and his wife were reluctant to buy clothes for their eldest daughter, thinking that she was slightly shorter than Chen Huaiyu and could wear her old clothes.

Chen Huaiyu refused to let the original owner wear his old clothes, preferring to donate them to the old suitcase.

As for the original owner's father, he never cared about what Chen Pannan was wearing, and he didn't even pay attention to the thickness.

"I'll give you the clothes back."

Zhao Xingyuan stretched out his hand to take off his coat, Shu Ange pressed the back of his hand, and replied with a smile, "I'm not cold, my clothes are wet anyway, you just need to wear them."

Shu Ange helped him walk towards the gate of the cemetery. Only then did Zhao Xingyuan realize that her legs and feet seemed a little inconvenient, and she walked with one foot deep and one shallow.

"What is your name?"

"Chen Pannan, Pan of Hope, Nan of Jinsi Nanmu, you don't look like a person from Z City when you hear your accent."

In fact, Zhao Xingyuan doesn't speak with an accent, but his language habits are more northerly.

"Well, I'm from Beijing."

"Are you alone? Then you are amazing. Do you go to high school or college?"

"Sophomore year."

"Ha, then we are the same."

Shu Ange took out the umbrella from her schoolbag and held it up again. Zhao Xingyuan took the umbrella from her hand and held it on top of her head.

"I'll support it."

She also has physical illnesses and disabilities, she is optimistic, like a beating flame, radiating her own warmth.

"Did you call the taxi at the door?"

"Well, I came here by chartered car." Zhao Xingyuan added, "Where is your home, I'll take you back."

As soon as the two arrived at the door, the taxi driver started the car and turned on the headlights.

"Uh, where do you live, can I stay with you for a while. If you go back so wet, the family should be scolded again."

It's not that Shu Ange is afraid of being scolded, it's too troublesome to go back and try to dry the clothes. She didn't want to wear wet clothes until Monday for school.

"I live in a hotel, which provides laundry washing and drying services."

Zhao Xingyuan did not reject Shu Ange, she fed him medicine when he was sick. In theory, it can be considered to save his half life, he should thank him.

"That's fine, thank you."

"You don't need to thank me, I should thank you."

No one in Z City knew his identity, Zhao Xingyuan was very relaxed.

He doesn't need to doubt whether others have ulterior motives when approaching him, and he doesn't need to care about other people's eyes and opinions.

After getting in the car, the driver said with a concerned look: "It's raining so hard, the two children are not damaged, the air conditioner has been turned on."

"Thank you master."

"Hehe, don't thank you. I saw you came to the cemetery alone, little girl, and I was a little worried. I was going to ask Mr. Zhao if I could take you down the mountain."

The driver is a local and is very familiar with the environment here. He knows that it is difficult to wait for the bus at the entrance of the cemetery.

"I came here to collect plants, thank you master for your concern."

"Okay, we're going down the mountain, the road is slippery in rainy days, so the two little classmates fasten their seat belts."

Zhao Xingyuan stayed in a five-star hotel. In the center of Z City, it cost more than 1,000 yuan to stay a night.

This price can be rented in a remote place for half a month.

The hotel lobby is magnificently decorated, and the revolving door is crystal clear like a crystal palace.

Shu Ange helped Zhao Xingyuan to enter the door, and the welcome lady immediately greeted her enthusiastically: "Hello, what service do I need to provide you?"

Zhao Xingyuan turned his face to look at Shu Ange, his eyelashes wet by the rain looked like two thick little fans.

He was very white, a pitifully morbid white.

Shu Ange's complexion is darker, and dark is not healthy.

"Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry yet."

"Buy me a set of casual men's clothes and a set of casual women's clothes, and send them to room 1607. Size, just buy according to my and her size."

"Okay, sir, please write down the size and general requirements on the note."

Shu Ange didn't expect that as soon as he stepped into the hotel, Zhao Xingyuan was about to buy her clothes, and waved his hand awkwardly: "No need, I can dry my clothes."

"Buy."

Zhao Xingyuan looked into Shu Ange's eyes with a very firm attitude: "Give me a chance to thank you, I don't want to owe favors."

Speaking of which, Shu Ange couldn't refuse any more. She recalled the size of the original owner's clothes and wrote it down on the note.

"Okay, please wait a moment, the clothes will be delivered to the room in about half an hour."

"Um."

Zhao Xingyuan's spirit is not very good, and his words have become less.

After returning to the room, he played the spirit of a gentleman and asked Shu Ange to take a hot bath in the bathroom first.

"You wash first, I'm better. Your heart should not be very good. If you keep wearing wet clothes, it may cause myocarditis, which is very serious."

"Well, thank you for your concern and reminder."

Zhao Xingyuan hated being sick, and didn't like the feeling of being weak and powerless in the hospital bed, and he didn't continue to push back with Shu Ange.

There was a sound of rushing water in the bathroom. Shu Ange sat on the sofa, looking at the decoration and furnishings in the room, and had a better understanding of Zhao Xingyuan's character.

He was a very organized man, with neatly stacked beds and books stacked on top of each other on the table.

Shu Ange glanced at it, and most of the titles of the books were related to mathematics and logical thinking.

The sofa was clean, and there were no messy piles of clothes.

The whole room was clean and tidy, as if no one lived there.

The sound of the water in the bathroom stopped, and Shu Ange hurriedly retracted his gaze. Zhao Xingyuan, wearing a light gray bathrobe, pushed open the door and walked out.

He was tall and tall, his bathrobe only reached his calf, and his smooth ankles looked like works of art carved from white jade.

(Ouch, rounding up is that the male and female protagonists will open a room together!)