Quick Transmigration System: Male God, Come Here

After eating the fish.

Wake suddenly picked up the plate, then stroked it with his fingernails.

The plate split into two neat halves.

Bai Weiwei: “……”

Wake saw she was puzzled so he stretched out his claws and sliced the cutting board in two.

Bai Weiwei appeared at a loss.

Wake seemed a little angry. He reached out his five fingers and swiped across all of the bowls and plates causing them all to break.

Who knows how Bai Weiwei’s mind connected with the pit inside this intellectually deficient fish’s brain.

She clapped her hands and smiled happily, “Wake is so good.”

Wake heard the praise, and the tickle in his chest felt more comfortable.

He proudly raised his chin, and finally had some semblance of a smile in his beautiful ice blue eyes.

【Ding, the male lead’s favorability is at 0.】

Then he simply walked away slowly.

Bai Weiwei stood in place, staring at a pile of broken dishes in the kitchen.

This mentally disabled fish.

Increasing the favorability couldn’t make up for the dishes in the kitchen.

Bai Weiwei resigned herself to her fate and started to clean, entering into the stage of a middle-aged woman ahead of time.

She worked for a naughty child every day, and day after day she would clean up and do the housework.

After finishing in the kitchen, she went out.

Where she found the mentally challenged fish lying on the sofa, reading.

Bai Weiwei was tired and her back hurt, but for the sake of gaining his favorability, she had to accept her fate serving this big master.

She took out a comb and a hair tie, “Wake, your hair is too long, we have to tie it up.”

Bai Weiwei’s first reaction after seeing such long hair was that if one of his hair follicles fell, it could be compared to 20 hair follicles from one one else

It was more troublesome to tidy up.

Because a merfolk was here, Bai Weiwei didn’t dare to have a housekeeping nanny come.

Wake didn’t guard against Bai Weiwei either, this was his slave, it was only her right to serve him.

Bai Weiwei combed his hair. The long blonde hair was incredibly soft, and there weren’t any knots.

She combed and combed, as she fought back a yawn.

It wasn’t easy to walk the warmth route, the work to be done was too delicate.

With the hair combed, she was just about to tie it up.

Wake looked at her from the corner of his eye, his ice-blue eyes stared at her motionlessly.

No killing energy, no fluctuations, but with a bit of confusion.

Bai Weiwei: “What’s the matter?”

Wake glanced down at the book, then looked up at Bai Weiwei again.

As if to verify something, he reached out, held her waist, and pulled with the other hand.

He pinned her onto the sofa, and sat on her, with his long blonde hair falling onto her.

Bai Weiwei, who still had the hairband in her hand, stared at him.

Wake reached out his finger and hooked the blue hairband out of her hand, and then he observed her clearly and coldly.

With the hairband in his hand, he tightly tied her hands together.

The blue hairband lined with the exceptionally fair skin on her wrist creating an explicit texture.

Wake looked at it with satisfaction.

Then he tentatively touched her face with gentle fingers.

Her face was still soft and warm, and he had to be careful not to scratch her.

Bai Weiwei also didn’t dare to move. She had seen his claws gently cut open a pile of kitchen appliances.

This stroke could slice through her bones.

Bai Weiwei thought there was something wrong with this mentally handicapped fish, “Tongzi, what does this guy want to do?”

She was pretty familiar with measuring other’s hearts.

Taking measure of a fish, that was a cat’s job, right?

System; “Maybe he feels like he hasn’t had enough to eat and wants to taste human flesh. He’s afraid that your meat is too stiff, so he’s giving you a massage first.”

Bai Weiwei: “……”

She was not even in a relationship with the system, yet she suddenly wanted to break up.