Weird Fantasy Invasion

"Everyone in here is from our school. There's no difference between sitting outside and inside. If you want to eat something, I'll treat you."

"Huh? Me"

Anle took the phone handed to him by Yan Huan with both hands, pursed his lips and swiped it, randomly selected the cheapest rice bowl, and handed the phone back.

After placing an order on his mobile phone, Yan Huan put down his phone and rubbed his shoulders and chest. He immediately gasped in pain.

Seeing that the atmosphere had calmed down again, the little finger on his shoulder hurriedly urged,

"Come on, just say something! Aren't you going to ask Yan Huan for help? Wait for her to speak first, right?"

These words brought Anle, who had been looking at Yan Huan's face, back to her senses. She blushed and opened her mouth.

Just as he was about to say something, the smile on Yan Huan's face faded a little as he locked his phone.

He raised his eyes to look at Anle in front of him and suddenly asked,

"Is it true that Park Shuwen bullied you before?"

An Le was slightly stunned and was about to answer, but when he looked at Yan Huan's stiff shoulders, it seemed that any movement would cause pain.

So she immediately changed the subject and asked worriedly,

"Xiao Huan, are you feeling unwell?"

Yan Huan smiled helplessly, looked at her and said,

"I'm asking you how you are, don't change the subject."

"I know, I'm just worried about you."

Looking at her watery eyes, Yan Huan had no choice but to explain,

"I've been working out a lot lately, so my muscles are a bit sore. It's okay, the pain means I'm growing muscles."

"Fitness"

Hearing this, Anle glanced up and down at Yan Huan's body hiding behind the table. It was unknown what he was thinking about, his eyes were blurred and his face flushed.

The little finger next to him rolled his eyes and complained,

"Big slut."

Anle blushed and didn't refute.

After being together for so long, Little Finger already knew what kind of person she was.

However, Xiao Huan seems to be in a lot of pain. If I can use my super powers to help him feel better.

Thinking of this, she quickly asked Little Finger,

"Pinkie, if I use my super powers to give Xiao Huan pleasure, it should ease his pain, right?"

"Of course, pleasure is the best painkiller."

The little finger stuck out its tongue, as if it had something unfinished to say.

But after thinking for a while, it changed the subject and continued,

"This level of pleasure doesn't require a strong memory correction like a superconductor. You just need to call out the snake tattoo on your hand, and then gently touch him with the tattoo to relieve it."

"That is to say"

The little finger stuck out a letter and smiled.

"In other words, find a way to touch Yan Huan's hand!"

Anle pursed her lips, her heart suddenly rising to her throat.

Her eyes trembled and moved upwards little by little, from her own softness all the way forward, until they fell on Yan Huan's fingers.

"You haven't answered my question just now, Anle."

"Huh? Hmm"

An Le was silent for a moment before nodding. "Actually, I was just isolated and occasionally treated with sarcasm. It was only that one time because I overheard them sending love letters to you, Xiao Huan, through Yahashi.

"I wanted to meet you this way, but they found out, so..."

Yan Huan rubbed his brows and showed an expression of "as expected".

Anle is like this. She could have come to me directly, but she insisted on taking all these roundabout ways.

This is because, before doing something, she always anticipates or imagines countless possibilities in her mind.

In the end, you may either be scared by these possibilities and choose to give up, or simply risk your life to gain courage in this indirect way.

However, this brought up a huge question for Yan Huan.

Judging from the time, Anle should have obtained the modifier when he was bullied by Park Shuwen last week.

Given Anle's personality, he would never use a modifier to retaliate even if he was bullied. Yan Huan could understand this.

However, on Thursday in the corridor outside the Student Union, she inexplicably used the modifier to give herself pleasure, but Yan Huan was completely confused.

Fortunately, I had resistance at that time. If I didn’t, I would have turned into a puff.

So, why?

He was submissive to Park Seo-mun, but attacked himself hard.

Is this the way to be happy with your childhood sweetheart?

Yan Huan was puzzled.

But looking at Anle who was pursing her lips and seemed a little scared, Yan Huan silently suppressed this thought.

He would rather believe that Anle made the mistake because he was not proficient in using the modifier.

If you think about it carefully, this is really possible.

If she was there at the time, she would probably have secretly seen the cold mask she wore in front of Spencer.

Anle is a fool. If she is bullied, she will not use the modifier to punish others. But if she sees her friends quarreling with each other, she will use the modifier to help them.

"You, Anle, have been like this since childhood."

"I'm sorry, Xiao Huan."

Yan Huan looked at her pursed lips and lowered her head, as if she thought he was blaming her silly girl, and couldn't help but laugh.

She was like this already, and I just misunderstood that she was deliberately using the modifier on me.

As expected, I almost went crazy trying to solve the modifier.

Happiness is happiness, just the same as before.

Thinking of this, Yan Huan couldn't help laughing and raised his hand to knock her on the head.

But Anle raised his eyes and looked at Yan Huan's hand that was getting closer and closer, and the little finger next to him also reminded loudly,

"The opportunity, Anle! It's now!"

"Oh, yes. Yes!"

Anle reacted quickly.

She awkwardly pretended to be shy, so she held out her hand to prevent him from hitting her on the head like that.

In fact, it was intended to make contact with Yan Huan's palm!

An illusory snake-shaped tattoo moved to Anle's right hand without Yan Huan noticing.

So the next moment, Anle took a deep breath and gently grabbed Yan Huan's wrist.

"Snapped"

Yan Huan shook her hand gently and smiled slightly at her shy expression.

Just as he was about to say something, a familiar feeling came from his arm and suddenly jumped into his brain.

"?"

Yan Huan's pupils shrank slightly, and he immediately started to manage his expression perfectly.

But underneath the mask, his expression was still somewhat incredulous.

Anle, do you really want to jump into the wolf trap?

On his shoulder, an illusory black cat appeared out of thin air, looking at Anle with bared fangs and claws, and warned,

"Yan Huan, part of your resistance has been shattered again!"

"I"

Yan Huan was about to speak, but the next second, he miraculously felt that all the fatigue in his body seemed to be driven away by the pleasure that surged into his palms.

hiss.

Can it still be like this?

Yan Huan suddenly held Anle's hand, causing Anle, who was already very nervous, to feel his heart almost jumping out of his chest.

"Little thumb, little. Little Huan he. He he he."

"Calm down! Don't panic! This is a normal phenomenon after using super powers! This will make him like you, right? If you are not used to it now, wait for others to help you get used to it in the future!!"

"what"

Yan Huan took a deep breath and let the stimulation coming from An Le's body wash away all the pain in his body.

It was like the debuff had completely disappeared!

"Meow!"

Miaojiang was originally very alert, but after taking a closer look, she found that it was Yan Huan who did not let go.

So, it meowed at Yan Huan as a warning.

"Yan Huan, don't be corrupted by the sugar-coated bullets of the modifier! This is not good for you or An Le."

But as she was talking, Miaojiang thought of how Yan Huan felt last night when she was sleeping and felt pain wherever she touched while taking a shower because of the curse.

It opened its mouth, its tail tied into a knot, and its tone softened.

".At least in the long run, meow."

Yan Huan blinked, thought for a moment, and gently let go of Anle's hand.