Finally breaking free from the quilt, Qinghui raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, his expression looked a little dazed.

"Fell?"

It was Sheng Junshu who spoke first, his voice gentle and a little helpless.

But these two just don't stay at the door, and neither of them will let anyone in.

Qinghui: ???

The little girl looked inexplicable.

'What are they doing?' ’

Brain twitching?

Holding the quilt that fell to the ground with him into his arms, Qinghui didn't get up, just leaned lazily against the wall behind him, holding the soft ball in his arms, his eyes were sleepy, and there was a hint of confusion, looking at the two of them like this.

'Lord Qinghui, are you sober? ’

Asa asked cautiously.

'When have I not been awake?' ’

Qinghui's chin subconsciously raised slightly, and he was right.

Light coffee: ......

'You were so drunk that you almost smashed someone's crew. ’

What the?

Qinghui's beautiful eyes subconsciously stared round.

'! Nonsense! Lord Spirit Sword, calm and steady. ’

Light coffee: ...... Can you not think of putting any words on yourself??!! Who the hell is talking nonsense about the horse! And calm and steady, is your calmness and steadiness manifested in the card hand or hit the telephone pole?!

Qianjia was choked by Qinghui's calm and steady sentence for a long time, and then spoke: "I have a video playback function. ’

'Oh. ’

Qinghui responded slowly, his long eyelashes hung down, his white and tender little face was a little baby fat, the flesh looked very easy to pinch, and his pink lips also looked unusually soft.

Then Qinghui got up with the quilt, lazily threw himself on the bed, and replied quite softly, "I don't look at it." ’

It seems to be a very calm voice, but it feels vaguely irritable and fried.

What I can't see, what I don't remember, it's what hasn't happened.

Yes, that's right, that's it.

Light coffee: ......

***

In the end, neither of them could get into Qinghui's door.

It's just that the scene is in the morning, Qinghui sleeps, and the dizzy feeling has subsided a lot.

When it's time for dinner, it's time to go out of your room to eat.

When he arrived in the living room, Qinghui habitually shrunk in the corner of the sofa, hugging the pillow, and pressing his white chin on the pillow.

The two were also sitting on the sofa, Sheng Junshu sat casually aside, and Qing Qiong was a little annoyed, but he couldn't help each other, so he could only do his best and sit in the farthest position from Sheng Junshu to protest.

Sheng Junshu didn't bother to take care of him, and when he saw the little girl coming out, he stuffed a glass of warm honey water into the little girl's hand.

Continue to sit on the sidelines, not knowing what to do on your phone.

looks calm and calm, not like it has been pierced at all.

Seeing that his sister waved at him, he said hello, and then shrunk aside, holding the glass, and drank honey water in small sips.

There is no love hug, and it is all fantasy to let my brother lift him high, and it seems that he has adapted to such an atmosphere.

Qingqiong was heartbroken.

Sister, you've been pitted, this is a bastard, just to boil a frog in warm water to kidnap you home!!

Qingqiong sat next to Qinghui, leaned over, grinded his teeth slightly, and bit his ear with Qinghui, "Huihui, don't believe him!" These are sugar-coated shells! ”

It's all to cover up the fact that he wants to kidnap you home!!

Sugar-coated cannonballs?

Qinghui gave him a look.

After thinking about it, I gave a sigh of face.

"Is it delicious?".

This sugar-coated cannonball you are talking about, is he delicious?