Translator: TheWhiteBook
Proofreader/editor: Cheese
Bai Weiwei indignantly pushed him away, “You ruined my life, too. Do you also owe me?”
Mu Yanjun saw how her anger dyed her little red face, an indescribably delicate beauty was illuminated by the fire. His eyes deepened and said: “What I owe you, if I do not want to repay, what will you do?”
Bai Weiwei opened her eyes wide, “Then I will also not pay, what can you do?”
Mu Yanjun glanced at her frivolously, he lifted his hands, and stroked her lips with his index finger.
This action was unspeakably ambiguous and sentimental.
“I can. Those who owe me a debt, can die without a funeral.”
Bai Weiwei was annoyed and avoided his movements, this style of shamelessness, she was not worthy of.
The campfire was burning, and their clothes were dry and worn so they weren’t cold.
But Bai Weiwei sat in the corner with her face contorted awkwardly. Mu Yanjun was sitting by the fire side, his leg was injured and could not be moved. Only his eyes were glued to her body, dark and hazy. Who knew what his thoughts were.
Bai Weiwei reached out to cover her stomach secretly, she was hungry again.
Mu Yanjun saw her actions, derisively humped: “During the hunger strike weren’t you very resilient? Why are you hungry?”
Bai Weiwei gave him a hard look and twisted her body, to put him out of her vision.
Mu Yanjun picked up a stone, tossed it in his hand and threw it over her head. Something fell down.
When Bai Weiwei saw it, she felt faint, it was a very fat snake.
Her body quaked and she cried to the system: “Snake, snake… Snake!”
The system sneered at the noise: “Spicy snake sauce, spicy snake flavoring, fresh snake, snake meat soup, salt and peppered snake meat, good times.”
The snake-fearing Bai Weiwei: Not good to eat at all, only good to scare.
Mu Yanjun said, “Bring it here.”
Bai Weiwei was adamant, “Won’t bring.”
Not only wouldn’t bring, but also huddled farther into the corner.
When Mu Yanjun ordered, there were few people who would not listen. But the result was, Bai Weiwei really did not listen to him.
His stare followed Bai Weiwei’s wide eyes with squinted eyes.
Eventually he took a branch from the firewood to extend his reach and gather up the snake. He then took the short blade he still had and peeled off the internal organs to prepare the snake.
Soon the snake was put up and roasted.
Bai Weiwei was starving, but even more so, she did not want to eat.
Mu Yanjun picked up the roasted snake meat, handed it to her and ridiculed: “Weren’t you hungry? Eat something.”
Bai Weiwei looked at the dead thing in front of herself, a twisted snake carcass. It felt as though she was actually quite full, not at all hungry.
Mu Yanjun saw her like this and mocked: “What an aristocratic lady who knows nothing of the world.”
Bai Weiwei sneered: “I do not eat handouts, and I do not eat the food of the enemy.”
Mu Yanjun looked at her unsympathetically, suddenly he hooked up the corner of his mouth, “Then don’t eat, when I go back I’ll throw the little Emperor into the snake cave to feed the snakes.”
Bai Weiwei looked up in horror, her face flashed a humiliated and tangled expression.
“How can you be so bad? He’s just a child.”
When Mu Yanjun saw that once she heard the little Emperor mentioned, she was willing to pay attention to him, he started to feel vexed.
His brows slightly picked up, “Yeah, I’m so bad, you didn’t realize it sooner?”
Bai Weiwei looked at the roasted snake meat in disgust, her fingers slightly raised, just had to take the snake from his hand.
Mu Yanjun suddenly took the snake back. Then he used a knife to remove the snake’s bones, cut it into thin pieces, and pulled a large leaf from a fire wood branch to use as a plate and put it in place. The snake meat was shoved to Bai Weiwei.
Bai Weiwei looked at the thin slices of meat in her hands, and could not see the snake at all. She was hungry again.
Translator: TheWhiteBook
Proofreader/editor: Cheese
Bai Weiwei indignantly pushed him away, “You ruined my life, too. Do you also owe me?”
Mu Yanjun saw how her anger dyed her little red face, an indescribably delicate beauty was illuminated by the fire. His eyes deepened and said: “What I owe you, if I do not want to repay, what will you do?”
Bai Weiwei opened her eyes wide, “Then I will also not pay, what can you do?”
Mu Yanjun glanced at her frivolously, he lifted his hands, and stroked her lips with his index finger.
This action was unspeakably ambiguous and sentimental.
“I can. Those who owe me a debt, can die without a funeral.”
Bai Weiwei was annoyed and avoided his movements, this style of shamelessness, she was not worthy of.
The campfire was burning, and their clothes were dry and worn so they weren’t cold.
But Bai Weiwei sat in the corner with her face contorted awkwardly. Mu Yanjun was sitting by the fire side, his leg was injured and could not be moved. Only his eyes were glued to her body, dark and hazy. Who knew what his thoughts were.
Bai Weiwei reached out to cover her stomach secretly, she was hungry again.
Mu Yanjun saw her actions, derisively humped: “During the hunger strike weren’t you very resilient? Why are you hungry?”
Bai Weiwei gave him a hard look and twisted her body, to put him out of her vision.
Mu Yanjun picked up a stone, tossed it in his hand and threw it over her head. Something fell down.
When Bai Weiwei saw it, she felt faint, it was a very fat snake.
Her body quaked and she cried to the system: “Snake, snake… Snake!”
The system sneered at the noise: “Spicy snake sauce, spicy snake flavoring, fresh snake, snake meat soup, salt and peppered snake meat, good times.”
The snake-fearing Bai Weiwei: Not good to eat at all, only good to scare.
Mu Yanjun said, “Bring it here.”
Bai Weiwei was adamant, “Won’t bring.”
Not only wouldn’t bring, but also huddled farther into the corner.
When Mu Yanjun ordered, there were few people who would not listen. But the result was, Bai Weiwei really did not listen to him.
His stare followed Bai Weiwei’s wide eyes with squinted eyes.
Eventually he took a branch from the firewood to extend his reach and gather up the snake. He then took the short blade he still had and peeled off the internal organs to prepare the snake.
Soon the snake was put up and roasted.
Bai Weiwei was starving, but even more so, she did not want to eat.
Mu Yanjun picked up the roasted snake meat, handed it to her and ridiculed: “Weren’t you hungry? Eat something.”
Bai Weiwei looked at the dead thing in front of herself, a twisted snake carcass. It felt as though she was actually quite full, not at all hungry.
Mu Yanjun saw her like this and mocked: “What an aristocratic lady who knows nothing of the world.”
Bai Weiwei sneered: “I do not eat handouts, and I do not eat the food of the enemy.”
Mu Yanjun looked at her unsympathetically, suddenly he hooked up the corner of his mouth, “Then don’t eat, when I go back I’ll throw the little Emperor into the snake cave to feed the snakes.”
Bai Weiwei looked up in horror, her face flashed a humiliated and tangled expression.
“How can you be so bad? He’s just a child.”
When Mu Yanjun saw that once she heard the little Emperor mentioned, she was willing to pay attention to him, he started to feel vexed.
His brows slightly picked up, “Yeah, I’m so bad, you didn’t realize it sooner?”
Bai Weiwei looked at the roasted snake meat in disgust, her fingers slightly raised, just had to take the snake from his hand.
Mu Yanjun suddenly took the snake back. Then he used a knife to remove the snake’s bones, cut it into thin pieces, and pulled a large leaf from a fire wood branch to use as a plate and put it in place. The snake meat was shoved to Bai Weiwei.
Bai Weiwei looked at the thin slices of meat in her hands, and could not see the snake at all. She was hungry again.
