cannibal chief to fast

That night, the patriarch placed little Furong in the guest room that had been vacant.

"You need to rest and rest more." The patriarch was afraid that Little Furong would be weak and easy to catch cold, so he pulled the corner of the quilt around his neck, covering the boy until only his round face was exposed, "Go to sleep."

Little Furong nodded obediently, her ears hidden under the quilt quietly turned red.

The patriarch was about to help him turn off the lights, but was stopped by the other party's soft "brother".

It's like eating cotton candy.Sweet and greasy.

As soon as the word "brother" came out, the patriarch almost fell, and his heartbeat missed the beat and he asked, "What's wrong?"

Damn, if I knew it earlier, I wouldn't call myself his elder brother, but I should say that I belonged to his father.Brother what, don't be awkward?It's embarrassing.

"The clothes on me smell like you." Little Furong sniffed the collar of the pajamas with her dog's nose. He was wearing the patriarch's clothes, which had a unique smell for men. It was faint but inexplicably alluring. people.

The patriarch glanced at his face unnaturally: (??ω＼?)? Oh, don't be fooled by cuteness.

"It smells good, brother, don't you have the same smell?" Little Furong took another big sniff of her collar like an addiction, and asked the patriarch timidly, "Can I smell you?"

"No! What do you smell?! It's unseemly..." The patriarch's face was stained with a thin layer of crimson again, like an old tree blooming.

Little Furong flat-mouthed: (′?︵?`) Brother is a cheapskate.

The patriarch was like a majestic parent, reprimanded with a straight face, "Don't make trouble, go to sleep."

Just as he was about to turn off the lights, the patriarch was stopped by a soft "brother" again.This time, there was a little anger and a little coquettish in the voice, like a baby with a little milk voice.

"What's the matter?" The patriarch was at a loss.

"You...won't you say good night to me?" Little Furong blinked at him with her big and charming eyes.

Patriarch: "..." Now people.

He inexplicably remembered the sorcery of the witch clan that uses eyes to confuse people. It can easily trap people in it, which is extremely dangerous.

The patriarch has always been a loner, and has never said "good night" to others before going to bed. This meaningless and boring ceremony is simply hypocritical and a waste of words.

However, after being awkward for a long time, the patriarch squeezed out two words between his teeth: "Good night...goodbye."

His tone was still flat, with the superior attitude of a man as a leader, and his face still smelled like a dog's skin plaster.

"Good night, brother." Although the other party's "good night" was very careless, Little Furong still responded very satisfied, like a child who was rewarded with a toffee, "Brother, it's a sweet dream, we will see you in our dreams."

Should it be over this time?The patriarch reached out to turn off the light, but was stopped again.

Little Furong: "Brother, wait a minute!"

"..." The patriarch's heart was ups and downs, but there was no fluctuation on the surface, suppressing his anger, "Are you still motivated?"

"I... I'm a little scared," Little Furong stretched out a paw from under the quilt, and pulled at the hem of the patriarch's clothes, with a pitiful look, "Oh~"

The patriarch's heart began to lose control again: (=_=) Harm, it must be witchcraft.

The dim bedside lamp rendered warmth in the room, and the faint halo illuminated the man's trembling eyes, trembling like freshly boiled water.

Because the boy in front of him was showing weakness and acting like a baby, coquettishly talking about fear, and arousing male animals' desire to protect the weak.

endure.The patriarch's fingers clenched into fists on the bedside light switch.

Patriarch: "Don't tell me you're afraid of the dark—"

Little Furong: "I'm afraid of the dark—"

The two spoke at the same time, and then both fell silent, leaving only a tacit silence.

Grass, whatever you want.The patriarch couldn't help covering his forehead and squeezing the twitching Qingming acupoint.

Although Little Furong's biological age is 25, her psychological age was 17 years old when she fell into a coma. She is a fragile, sensitive, and coquettish boy.

Now the big boy said he was afraid of the dark.I don't know if it's true or not.

The patriarch frowned in disgust, and said viciously, "How old are you? Are you still afraid of the dark? Girls are chirping, are you a man?"

Three times in a row, Xiao Furong was extremely embarrassed.

"But I... I'm just afraid," the boy lowered his eyes in a lonely way, his mouth slightly opened and closed, hesitant to speak, as if there was a huge grievance blocked in his heart and he couldn't speak.

Little Furong: (′;ω;｀) Woo~

Patriarch OS: (｀⌒′メ) Don’t pretend to be pitiful, it’s useless to me, this patriarch doesn’t like this! (Super fierce.jpg

Unexpectedly, Little Furong was a very good master. With tears in his eyes, he unleashed a big killer move: "I'm afraid, I'm afraid that once I close my eyes, I won't be able to wake up again."

The patriarch's forehead throbbed again: "..."

He thought to himself, it would be best if he didn't wake up, so he would kill you and eat you right away, so as not to have long nights and dreams.

Little Furong's lips are pouting: (????????????????????) oh~

The patriarch was defeated.

That night, the cannibal chief condescended to spend the night on the floor of his guest room.

In the dark, I can't see my fingers.Two people sleep.Up and down.

Little Furong opened the bed to the man, crazily seducing: "Brother, come up to sleep, I'll give you half of the space~"

The patriarch turned his head: "No." After thinking for a while, he added another sentence: "You cover the quilt well, so that you don't catch a cold, don't catch a cold for me, if you catch a cold, throw you on the street, so as not to infect me."

Little Furong was tempted crazily: "The bed is so big, two people can sleep together~"

The patriarch simply closed his eyes and said decisively: "Don't make noise, go to sleep."

Little Furong's smiling eyes were crooked, still reluctant: "Come on, come on, it's more fun when we sleep together~ We can also roll on the bed together, roll over, roll over~"

The patriarch was annoyed, and said fiercely: "One more sentence, I will tear your mouth to pieces."

Little Hibiscus: (?﹏?) Oh~

In the middle of the night, the patriarch climbed into bed and went to sleep.Really fragrant.

The floor is too cold, and the body is prone to cold. The old man is getting old and needs to maintain his health, so he cannot catch the cold.

As soon as he got into bed, he snatched half of the quilt from Little Furong, and wrapped himself tightly into a silkworm chrysalis, airtight.

Little Furong, who had lost the quilt, woke up from the cold quickly, and was going to grab the quilt back in a daze, and the patriarch was also half awake.

Grab the quilt fight.

The attackers and the receivers... No, it was the attackers and the defenders, and a tug-of-war began.It was very intense, and the bed creaked and vibrated endlessly.

Also in a daze, in order to protect the warmth of his side, the patriarch hugged the little animal that was always snatching the quilt together with the quilt tightly into his arms.

Hug a quilt, but also hug someone.

So, the two hugged each other to keep warm while they were half asleep and half awake. Little Furong fell asleep again warmly, and the patriarch also fell asleep warmly again.

The author says:

The patriarch and the elderly spoke: If you are in love or not, the quilt is not important.