100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 501 Slowly, Slowly

Cheng Shiqiu's mind went blank for a moment. He subconsciously wanted to open his mouth to refute him, but after opening his mouth, he didn't know what to say.

Just then, she came over with the straw already inserted.

He could only suppress his frustration and resentment, lower his head, and play the game intently.

Neither of them spoke again, and the two continued playing the game quietly.

Piano players have nimble fingers, and Cheng Shiqiu is naturally gifted in this type of game.

If the boy's piano teacher saw his precious little prodigy playing PUBG with his delicate piano-practicing hands, he would probably be so angry that he would fly over on the spot!

"Wow, that was a really accurate shot." She sat close to Cheng Shiqiu, watching him shoot the whole time.

Whether it was Cheng Shiqiu's good luck or an exceptional performance, his actions were quite impressive.

The only minor hiccup was during the final escape from the poison gas.

Midu brought a car over. Usually, he's the first one to pick up Jin Huan, but today he picked up a few other teammates instead, as if he'd forgotten about Jin Huan's account.

Cheng Shiqiu was left to lose health rapidly in the poison circle.

Jin Huan frowned, clearly unhappy, and shouted at him, "Mi Du, what are you doing? I'm about to bleed to death!"

"I thought your boyfriend didn't need my help, I'm sorry."

That subwoofer is truly captivating.

However, Cheng Shiqiu's already not-so-good mood plummeted even further.

If this were his own account, he wouldn't get on this annoying guy's bus even if he died in the poison circle. But he just happened to be using Jinhuan's account.

The little girl takes games very seriously; she gets upset if she loses.

Despite feeling uncomfortable, I got into the last seat on the bus.

After the game ended, the cup of milk tea in her hand was empty.

The screen displayed: "Winner Winner Chicken Dinner"

Jin Huan gently tossed the empty milk tea cup, and it landed accurately in the trash can.

Every gesture he made exhilarated him.

"How about we stop playing?" He put down his phone and looked down at her.

Jin Huan's smile faded, and she hesitated for a moment, but ultimately, her boyfriend was more important, so she nodded.

I was a little disappointed that I didn't get to see a movie yesterday.

After all, the screenwriter of that movie was Xiao Ya Mo Xiao Ci Hua. He knew that Jin Huan was a loyal fan of this author and followed the book called "The Scumbag Girl's Guide" every day, so when it came time to vote, he chose this one without hesitation.

"That movie from yesterday is still showing in theaters today, shall we go see it?"

"I don't want to go out today, maybe next time." There are too many exciting scenes in the book "Quick Transmigration: I Became Rich by Picking Up Pants". Although she knows that a lot will be cut when it is adapted into a movie, she has no plans to do anything with Cheng Shiqiu, so she'd better not watch it to avoid making him restless outside.

"it is good."

"I've prepared some breakfast for you, go and eat it." She touched Cheng Shiqiu's hair; it was soft and felt better than Qin Wan's.

"how about you?"

"I'm going upstairs to catch up on my sleep. Come back to me when you're done eating."

After the luminous watch incident last night, he became much more upright, nodded, and obediently went to eat breakfast. However... when he returned and smelled the faint scent of shower gel in the bathroom, his gentlemanly facade began to crumble.

The room was pitch black.

When he sat down, the mattress sank slightly.

The boy reached out and touched the water droplets on her shoulder that hadn't been completely dried.

My heart skipped a beat involuntarily.

He suppressed his instincts, lay down, and then pulled her into his arms from behind.

But when he lifted his palm, the pajamas couldn't support his ample bosom, and delicate, white snowflakes suddenly bounced off his hand.

The boy's breath instantly became hotter.

His lips trembled violently when they landed on her shoulder blades.

The little girl in his arms struggled instinctively, but he held her tightly in his embrace. His low, husky voice, along with the wet sensation, traveled up her neck and finally landed behind her ear: "Huanhuan."