Monster System: Quickly Transmigrate Male God's Favorite

Chapter 345: The Demon King of the Entertainment Circle (51)

The faint light from the window shines.

Huahe's eyelashes trembled and opened slightly.

He turned his face impatiently, just about to cover his face with his hands.

The boy raised his fair and slender fingers.

just.

When the fingertips slid across the sheets, there was a hint of coldness.

cold.

The feeling of coldness to the bone marrow came again.

He frowned and slowly opened his eyes.

air conditioner……

He straightened up, and just as he was about to get out of bed, he saw something falling on the ground.

A trace of bewilderment flashed across Huahe's brows and eyes.

These are not his things...

The thought just came up.

Various memories flashed across his mind, and they were fixed on her smiling face.

Very far away, far away in the sky, as if separated by a layer of dreamland, it is unreal.

It seems to be very close, as if the sweet scent of sweet-scented osmanthus wine remains in the air, like an intertwined net.

He became the prey in the net.

In this life, I'm afraid I can't get rid of it.

……

Qianqiu is still at the door of the kitchen.

She looked at the mess inside and was silent for a long time.

It was a mess inside, as if it had been ransacked.

There were still broken bowls lying on the ground, and the dried blood on the ground was appalling.

Those who don't know may think that this is some kind of horrible crime scene.

Qianqiu made a guess.

When I met Huahe for the first time, the doctor said that his hand was injured while washing dishes.

Now it seems.

During the several months of filming, he didn't deal with it, and let the dregs all over the place.

Qianqiu stared at the ground for a long time, and finally made a decision.

She silently raised her hand.

"Whoa."

The door that she pushed open was closed again.

Out of sight is pure.

I lost my memory and didn't see anything.

She planned to go back to her room to take a look at Huahe.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a figure standing at the door of the room.

Huahe's hair was messy, and several buttons of her home clothes were undone, revealing her delicate collarbone and slender neck.

With his fingers resting on the door frame, he looked over with a pair of eyes.

He didn't say anything.

It makes people feel that feeling inexplicably.

Poor, weak and helpless.

Qianqiu: "..."

She hadn't had time to say anything.

Hua He lightly let go of the hand holding the door frame, and walked towards her.

The light in the room was still the same as last night.

Very dim.

When he came, the shadow hit the ground and spread, spreading around, with a sense of oppression.

In the end, it was shrouded in front of Qianqiu.

Qian Qiu blinked and looked at him.

Huahe was expressionless, and lowered his eyes. The shadows outlined his deep eyebrows, but also concealed the emotions in his eyes.

He stood still in front of Qianqiu, without saying a word, stretched out his white and slender fingers.

Qianqiu was very cooperative and held him back.

His fingers were cold, and his expression was indifferent, as if he was in a bad mood, he pursed his thin lips tightly and did not speak.

Qian Qiu asked: "Are you angry?"

Huahe remained silent.

She continued: "I just got up to boil water, but I didn't expect you to wake up so quickly."

"Yeah." He replied, but still didn't speak.

Qian Qiu grabbed his hand and asked, "Why are your hands so cold?"

Hua He lowered his eyes, "Cold."

"Then turn on the air conditioner..."

"It's still cold." He interrupted Qian Qiu.

"Well, so what?" Qianqiu raised her eyebrows and asked back.

Huahe has been waiting for Qianqiu's next sentence, so how can I help you?
Then he followed this sentence and continued with his next line.

but……

She doesn't seem to cooperate.

Then you can only play for yourself.

So, Huahe withdrew the grasped hand, and pulled her into his arms by the way.

(End of this chapter)