[Transmigration Book] His white moonlight became an assist

Cheng Yourang, who was scared out of his soul by the successive jumping machines and roller coasters, proved with practical actions that he is really not a coward.

This person entered the haunted house and directly turned into a curious baby. He would ask why there is no special horror effect here, and complain that the blood plasma there is too dramatic.He also took the initiative to mention a horror theme to them, and said it to the camera, hoping that the people over there would think about it.

Even the staff who played ghosts inside were annoyed by him and ran away, Qi Chi could only follow him around inside, and had to go along with his weird ideas from time to time.

After walking down from the haunted house, Cheng Yourang was in high spirits, feeling that he had regained all his face, and raised his chin: "What else do you want to play?"

Seeing that he was in a good mood, Qi Chi picked up the map to show him, and circled a place.

Seeing where he was pointing, Cheng You raised his eyebrows: "Do you know that every Ferris wheel has a legend that it must be broken up after sitting?"

The project that Qi Chi pointed out to him was the Ferris wheel, and everyone knew that it was Sima Zhaozhi's heart.

"You promised not to go with me?"

Cheng Yourang's expression changed, and he took the painted map from his hand: "Where is it, let's go."

Qi Chi chuckled and hurriedly followed.

As soon as he arrived at the place, Qi Chi regretted it again, causing Cheng Yourang to look sad: "You still have to pick a time to sit on this thing?"

He said that it would be dark in a while, and it would be more beautiful to ride the Ferris wheel at night.

It's a pity that Cheng Yourang didn't have such a style at all, so he walked away: "Forget about not sitting, I'm going to play something else."

Qi Chi followed, and played several other games according to his wish.

Coming down from another intense water sport, even if Cheng Xiao bought a raincoat, his clothes were completely wet.

But he didn't have any regrets. In his opinion, this kind of game project is exciting, and it is much more interesting than those things that are purely about leaving this world.

Looking at Qi Chi next to him, his coat was also wet, but he didn't care about himself, and kept wiping the water off his face and hair with a dry towel since he got down.

It was just dark, and lights were lit up everywhere in the amusement park.

Cheng Yourang stepped back a little to avoid the towel he brought over again, raised his hand and glanced at his watch: "It's getting dark, let's go."

"Where?"

Cheng Yourang was sure that he just wanted to play tricks on him. Seeing that he was helping him brush his hair just now, he reluctantly endured it, and showed the greatest patience: "Ferris wheel, do you want to go?"

A smile appeared on Qi Chi's face, and he took his hand to walk over there.

"and many more!"

Qi Chi turned around, wondering if it was Cheng Yourang's illusion, he seemed to see that the smile in his eyes disappeared instantly when he turned his head to look over.

"Dry your hair first." Cheng Yourang said dryly, and then added without holding back, "We'll go after we're done."

"it is good!"

Seeing that he was about to dazzle his head with the towel, Cheng Yourang rolled his eyes and threw a new one over: "You still use that one when it's wet, won't you take it dry?"

Qi Chi held two towels in his hand, one was dry and the other was wet.Suddenly he gave him a meaningful look, raised the wet towel to his face, lowered his head and sniffed.

Cheng Yourang was completely petrified in place.

He pulled back the new towel that was thrown to him just now, and threw it against the railing next to him angrily: "Don't wipe you, just work hard!"

Cheng Yourang felt that he was somewhat ill, not seriously ill.

But just like that, he followed others into the same cockpit of the same Ferris wheel.

Winter nights come almost in the blink of an eye.It was quite dark just now, but now it's completely dark, and you can only see clearly with the help of lights.

Looking out from the Ferris wheel, you can see the lights of thousands of houses.

The skyscrapers stand tall and straight, and the bright buildings are the stars that shine on the road at night in this city.

There are countless people living here, some are still working in the office building, and some are walking in the streets and alleys to digest their food just after eating.This is the most common state of life, a place where many people live.The hopes of countless people are dimmed in the night, and ignited a raging fire in the new day.

Cheng Yourang turned his head to look at the scene outside the window, while Qi Chi looked at the person in front of him.

"Any other stories to tell?"

Qi Chi asked with a smile, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"I'm not a storyteller." Cheng Yourang retorted subconsciously, suddenly his eyes flickered, and a bit of sour emotion came to his heart.

"Then let me tell you about my friend again?"

"The one you mentioned last time at the beach?"

Cheng Yourang nodded, and began to talk: "He didn't like going to school since he was a child, and he didn't study hard at school. Although his grades were good, he was naughty and mischievous, and made the teacher a headache every day. But he is the little bully in the school. As long as he waved his hand, he was around. Just hug a bunch of teenagers with secondary illnesses."

"and then?"

Cheng Yourang went on to say: "After my father left, he couldn't do anything wrong like before, so he finally calmed down and started to study hard. He started to walk alone, went to the cafeteria, returned to the dormitory, and studied alone. He has At the end of the semester, he was the top three in the school, and was dragged by a group of teachers to take pictures to praise him. When the national flag was raised on Monday, the school leaders asked him to give a speech on how to study efficiently. As a result, he first thanked his old friends Again, and encourage them to keep up with themselves in their studies."

Seeing the comfortable smile on his face, Qi Chi asked softly: "Then his mother must be very happy?"

"Mom is too busy to care about his report card." Cheng Yourang shook his head with a look of silence on his face, "She has always told her son to study hard. Since childhood, she has always been the most disciplined and strict with him. people."

Qi Chi held his hand: "She must also be the one who loves him the most."

Cheng Yourang looked at the hands they held and smiled lightly: "Yes, he won't be alone all the time."

Qi Chi looks cold, but his hands are always warm.The warmth on his body is conveyed to the other party through the handshake, which can be regarded as a comfort in winter.

"When I was in school, I was always alone."

Cheng Yourang raised his eyebrows, thinking that it's strange that he is not easy to get along with and has friends, but it offended people when he said it, so he changed his rhetoric: "Why do you still look down on me mortals?"

It was not the first time that Qi Chi was laughed angrily by him, and the sensational atmosphere just now was gone: "This mortal in front of me is still my sweetheart."

It wasn't the first time Cheng Yourang saw his quick reaction, and he smiled on the surface: "Thank you, thank you."

"I went to a private school, and there were groups of classmates around me. I really couldn't get into it."

Cheng Yourang knew that it must be an aristocratic academy dedicated to young masters and young ladies like them, and wondered: "It shouldn't be, isn't your family quite rich?"

His thinking is quite simple, his family is rich, but anyone who knows a little bit about drilling should have a good relationship with him.

But Qi Chi didn't take it seriously: "It's just that my family is a little richer than theirs, and they put me on top of their heads, so they don't know me better."

Cheng Yourang understood what he meant, and co-authored that his family was too rich, and those who approached him had a purpose, but they didn't dare to get too close to anger him, and praised him as a high-ranking "lone". king".

Although it can be regarded as a kind of respect, it is more of alienation.

"Don't be sad either," Cheng Yourang didn't know how to comfort her, and answered in a strange manner, "Anyway, you don't have any friends right now."

"..."

When they were talking, the Ferris wheel had already reached its highest point, halfway through a full circle.

Here you can see the farthest and highest point of the city, with the light below you.

Qi Chi looked into his eyes, and finally asked why he had to take this trip: "Can I kiss you?"

Cheng Yourang raised his head to look at him, his beautiful eyes were shining brightly by the light.The eyes of this person are crushed stars and white clouds.

"I don't want to kiss right now."

The Ferris wheel went down a little bit, as if it might stop at any time.

Qi Chi stretched out his hand to caress his eyes.

When he stretched out his hand, Cheng Yourang closed his eyes subconsciously.When the eyelashes are brushed by the fingertips, it feels like a feather is gently scratched, stirring up a wave of heat.

Qi Chi's throat tightened, and his fingers rested on his brow bone without moving for a long time.

Neither of them moved, but the atmosphere suddenly became anxious.

"I seem to be very fickle all the time," Cheng Yourang curled his lips, "Now that I think about it, your proposal seems to be very good."

Qi Chi understood what he meant in an instant, and lifted him up with his arms, sat on the chair by himself, and put him on his lap.

In fact, such a posture is very uncomfortable for Cheng Yourang. There is no place to rest his long legs, so he can only kneel beside his legs half-bent.

"I suggest you hurry up."

Cheng Yourang hugged him tightly with both hands, as if this would give him enough sense of security and make him believe that he would not accidentally fall to the ground.

Their hair was still half-dry, and Cheng Yourang's long hair dried more slowly, he randomly grabbed it a few times, and laid it casually on his forehead.

But this life is beautiful, and there is always that wanton smile on his face, even if his hair is messed up, he is still full of beauty.

But now it falls into Qi Chi's eyes, the wet black hair is like his wet eyes, it seems that even every strand of hair is constantly provoking his most primitive desire.

He rubbed him into his arms, and he could feel the bones coming together through the flesh, as if he wanted to rub him into his body.

I really want you to be mine.

Qi Chi bit his lips, using the warmth of the two of them when they were close together, their converging breaths, and the man's muffled hum from time to time to crush the crazily growing flame in his heart bit by bit.

Not yet, you haven't agreed yet.