Monster System: Quickly Transmigrate Male God's Favorite

Chapter 363 Extra Story & Flower Congratulations
Qian Qiu narrowed his eyes slightly.

Without any resistance, she rubbed her delicate chin against his soft black hair.

It's more like an intimate coquettish, with a hint of indulgence.

Huahe let go gently, a trace of blood oozing from her fair skin.

It was obvious that she was angry, but she didn't say anything.

Huahe lowered her eyes, her eyelashes were long and thick, and they gently swept across the skin.

He whispered in her ear, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Huh?" Her voice was a little hoarse, and she asked lazily, "What are you afraid of?"

"Afraid of me..." He didn't continue, but paused.

"Would you?" she asked.

"No," he said.

"Then what's there to be afraid of?" Qian Qiu's voice was light.

He still wants to say something.

Qian Qiu paused, then added: "What you say is what you say."

She can sense human emotions and know their thoughts.

Only he is an exception.

Then.

What he says is what he says.

Nothing to guess, nothing to fear, it's that simple.

Hua He was stunned for a moment, with a slightly dazed expression on his face, and quickly realized it.

He hadn't had time to be moved yet.

Qianqiu took his time and continued, "Although, many of them are just nonsense."

Hana: "..."

"For example, diseases of wealth and wealth..." Qianqiu wanted to say something else.

The young man became angry with embarrassment, his ears were stained red, he ground his teeth lowly, wishing he could bite her again, "Stop talking."

Qianqiu let out an oh.

Hmph, my little brother is fierce.

She lazily turned over and pulled Huahe onto the pillow.

"If you don't talk, then go to sleep. Skiing is really tiring."

"I'm not tired." He paused, and said in a hoarse voice, "I can continue skating."

"..."

Do you misunderstand what I said about skiing?
Qianqiu said: "No, you are tired."

"I am not tired."

"Are you tired."

"I don't..." The young man continued to retort, his eyelashes trembling involuntarily as he was strangled by the back of his neck.

"Ok?"

"……I am tired."

He obediently admit defeat.

Only then did Qian Qiu let go, and said in a low voice: "Good night."

Huahe pursed her thin lips slightly, a little unwillingly.

However, seeing that she didn't want to move, there was nothing she could do.

He lowered his eyes and watched her cover her face under the pillow.

Wait until she falls asleep.

The boy raised his hand and moved the pillow away, revealing her sleeping face.

Qian Qiu closed her eyes, raised her slender neck, and there was still a hint of bright red, like a half-withered rose.

He suppressed the urge to look away.

When the turbulent emotions calm down.

His fingertips traced her cheeks, but did not touch her.

His posture seemed to have been described countless times, but he never dared to touch the person in front of him.

The boy thought for a while, and finally, his fingertips dropped slightly.

She didn't react, she was still sleeping deeply, her sleeping face was defenseless.

He blinked, and tentatively poked her cheek with his fingertips.

Qian Qiu groaned, stretched out his hand to hold it, instead of pushing it away, instead pulled his hand to her cheek and fell asleep as a pillow.

Hana: "..."

He gently withdrew his hand, afraid that he would be ignited by her temperature.

His fingertips touched his cheeks, his shoulders, his collarbone.

At last.

In the place of her heart.

I felt the beating of my heart, and that subtle connection.

Seemingly weak, but inseparable, they are connected to each other.

Let time block, years go by.

Reincarnation again and again will never disappear.

He raised his other hand, pressed his heart, and lowered his eyes.

"felt it……"

The corners of his lips curled up, and he said in a low voice:

"See you tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)