Monster System: Quickly Transmigrate Male God's Favorite

Chapter 1033 Autistic Teenager (17)

Qianqiu propped her chin and stared at Huarong.

His technique is very meticulous, carefully cleaning the wound.

Precisely.

More than wounds.

He sanitized his entire hand.

Immediately afterwards, he glanced at Qianqiu, then looked around, stood up with disinfectant water, and disinfected the entire attic.

Qianqiu: "..."

This is a bit different from what she thought.

She couldn't help wiping her face and looked at the boy not far away.

He pursed his lips, his face was serious, and his azure blue eyes were shining brightly, as if devout and solemn in prayer.

but.

Such a person is not praying.

But...

mop the floor.

It wasn't enough for him to wipe it once, so he frowned and wiped it a few more times.

Seeing him tormenting so much, Qianqiu couldn't help asking:

"Do you want to help?"

She thought Hua Rong would ignore her.

Unexpectedly, Hua Rong looked up again with a serious expression, and looked at her blankly.

He didn't speak, but his expression told Qianqiu his question at the moment.

She is in virtual form now, how can I help?

Qianqiu looked at his little brother with question marks all over his face, and also realized the problem, so he raised his hand and pressed his forehead.

Yes, almost forgot.

Probably because the temperature of the machine was too high just now, and it burned her silly head together with her.

It's just that the little brother's expression is probably too innocent.

Qianqiu couldn't help but want to tease her, and said:

"It's too hard to wipe like this, I can help you with a bgm."

bgm is background music.

Generally speaking, background music is to heighten the atmosphere.

After the words fell, Qianqiu used her virtual singer's function to choose a song for her little brother.

"Rub rub, rub on this smooth floor, rub."

"One step, two steps, one step, two steps like a devil's pace..."

Hua Rong: "..."

His expression became more confused.

Where did this playlist come from, why didn't he know?
How to fatten four?

Qianqiu looked at Huarong's expression.

He probably really didn't know how to hide it.

No matter how high the IQ is, the expression on his face reveals the air of a little white rabbit.

Damn cute.

Qianqiu was about to move, wanting to stretch out his sinful hands and pinch his little brother's face.

However, due to the current virtual form, it can only be seen but not touched.

It's too miserable.

Qianqiu paused the bgm in time, and said solemnly:

"Sorry, the system was out of order just now, and it hasn't recovered yet."

Hua Rong was a little skeptical at first, but after hearing what Qian Qiu said, he believed it directly.

He lowered his head and continued mopping the floor.

Seeing that he ignored her, Qianqiu could only circle around boredly.

She looked around the attic.

The attic is small and packed with lots of stuff.

It seems very complicated, but it is not chaotic at all, and it is neatly divided into categories.

Some of the piles are handmade paintings, and some are planted flowers or hatched eggs...

Qian Qiu admired his paintings and raised his eyebrows.

Full of realistic style.

Every detail is cut to the extreme, compared with photos, it has a more sense of space.

His paintings are impeccable both in terms of structure and color.

The only downside is that it's too real.

It feels horribly real.

Art comes from reality, but on this basis, it is modified subjectively by dreams to express one's own emotions.

In Huarong's paintings...

Too calm, indifferent, unable to read a trace of emotion.

Qian Qiu glanced at the painting, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the scenery outside the window.

These days, she was just being a salty fish, and she didn't pay attention to the outside world.

Unexpectedly, there are roses outside.

It looks like it's still Rose Manor?

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Next Door Author: What are you doing?

Me: Toilet.

The author next door: come quickly.

Me (wanting to be lazy): I just squatted down, wait a minute.

Author next door: The room is ready.

I:……

[Another day when the author next door dragged the code to update, this devil:)]

(End of this chapter)