The wardrobe door was opened, the candles were dimmed at night, and the eyes that had adapted to the darkness suddenly saw the light, and it was not uncomfortable.

Ripple sat in the closet with his knees crossed, curled up in a ball, and raised his eyes slightly.

The man's back was to the candlelight, his face was hidden in the shadows, and he couldn't see his expression clearly, only the dark and deep eyes seemed to be able to swallow her.

Behind the moon-white figure, there seemed to be a pair of black wings slowly spreading.

Ripple breathed a little, immediately reached out to close the wardrobe door, and laughed embarrassedly, "Let Childe see the smile, I like to sleep in the closet." ”

Anyway, I resolutely don't go out, but I still feel safe in such a small space.

The cold little hand was suddenly covered by the warm big hand, stopping her from closing the cabinet door.

The low and gentle voice seems to be able to touch people's hearts and make people feel numb and frightened, "Coincidentally, this son also likes to sleep in the closet." ”

Then, under the surprised gaze of the four, the man pushed the ripples to the left, the hem of his clothes floated, and he walked into the right side of the cabinet with two long legs.

"Bang-", the wardrobe door closed, blocking the view of the three people watching the play.

There was silence in the room, and they couldn't help but listen intently.

In silence, the wardrobe door was quietly pushed open a small slit, but it was closed tightly in the next moment.

After a moment of silence, the wardrobe door was pushed open, and the thin figure wanted to rush out very quickly, and had already stepped out of one leg, but was dragged back in the next moment, and the cabinet door was closed tightly.

With the wardrobe shaking, this time there was finally a sound, but only the shouting of one person could be heard.

"Shenjing Bing, you let me go!"

"Where are you biting your soul!"

"Mmmm......mmmm

The last tactful and long single note made several people look subtle.

The monotone continues, but it gradually becomes weaker from the initial middle breath.

Yu Wenhao blushed and fled, "Mr. Meng, it's late at night, I'll go back and rest first." ”

Wei Zhishang followed closely, the pig's face was blue, and the red place was even redder, "Mr. Meng, you should also go back to rest earlier." ”

The corners of Mr. Meng's mouth moved slightly, and before he could reply, the two disappeared.

He wanted to say, this is his house, where else can he go back?

Listening to the sound of mumping and looking at the shaking wardrobe, Mr. Meng had mixed feelings in his heart and collapsed his face again.

Every time, I thought that there would be no more things to make him change his face, but the bottom line was broken again and again.

Finally, he stiffened out of the house, sat down against the wall in the corner, and looked at the night sky with rolling black clouds, admiring the moon.

This reward is rewarded with the rising sun and the dawn of the morning.

When Lianxi opened the door, he saw Mr. Meng covered in cold dew, his eyes were blank, floating into the room like a ghost, and his conscience found a little guilty.

She didn't expect that such a thing as sleeping in the closet would come true for a random fabricated reason.

There was no ventilation in the closet, and then she was suffocated and felt like she was about to suffocate to death.

Lianxi turned his head to look at Shenjing Bing, who was elegantly tidying up his clothes, and every time he pulled her to die with him without hesitation, he was simply noble and commendable.

"What's wrong, did you sleep well?" After holding the little cook and gnawing all night, the prime minister is now refreshed.

He stared at the marks on the little cook's neck, and his eyes showed satisfaction.

Sensing the ripples in his vision, his eyes trembled, and he kicked over with a side kick, "I'll let you know if I'm sleeping well!" ”

The Prime Minister dodged the attack and said with emotion: "The dragon is alive, I want to sleep well." ”

Then the wardrobe collapsed, the tables and chairs collapsed, the vases shattered, and the screens collapsed......

The crackling noise kept sounding, and Mr. Meng, who was on the bed, turned over, covered his head with a brocade quilt, and continued to sleep with his ears covered.