The Female Lead She Really Is Not Sweet

Chacha sighed for a while.

Seeing that Qiqi couldn't provide much help, she simply put down the sweet-scented osmanthus cake and hid it again.

Then close your eyes and go to sleep.

It is estimated that Mo Xinghuan should come back later.

If he saw that she was not asleep, he might have her hair tied up again.

Anyway... She doesn't know why the hair bun somehow became a curse?

In the past, Chacha always fell asleep quickly.

But this evening.

I don't know if I ate too much, or what happened, but I couldn't sleep.

Chacha, "..." How angry!

Counting the time, Mo Xinghuan will be back soon.

"Qiqi, can't you light up a skill for me, or cheat me?"

Chacha was very depressed.

Silly white sweet Qiqi......

The only guiding skill, I pointed it wrong last time.

Qiqi was aggrieved and guilty, 【I... I'm sorry Chacha, I dragged you back, I didn't have any skills and I didn't die. 】

Miserable.

Chacha, "Forget it, forget it, you should continue to shut yourself up."

Qiqi, [? ? ? 】

Okay, then I will continue to shut myself up...

I love autism, although autism may not love me.

But it doesn't matter, my heart for autism has never changed...

When Mo Xinghuan came back.

Chacha couldn't fall asleep either.

She pulled the quilt and got into the bed, continuing to pretend to be sound asleep.

In order to prevent revealing her secrets, she thought for a while, then burrowed into the brocade quilt again and again, and finally covered her little head perfectly.

Well, can't see my face!

I can't even see my little expression.

Chacha nestled in the brocade quilt, with her eyes open, um, apart from being a little dark in the quilt, she was also a little out of breath, it seems... there are no shortcomings?

Qiqi, [……] I'm really afraid that the host will accidentally suffocate me in bed.

In that case, the host may refresh the record.

The first host in history to suffocate himself to death...

Ah, bah bah bah!

Chacha is smart and witty, how could she suffocate herself to death?

No way! ! !

It is because it thinks too much.

Mo Xinghuan glanced at the little girl under the quilt who seemed to be huddled into a ball.

He sighed and walked over slowly.

How can it be so cute?

He stood by the bed, listening to the little girl's somewhat disordered breathing.

Shaking his head, he waved his hand and extinguished the red candle in the room.

Chacha faintly felt some small movements around her. To be honest, she was a little curious, wanting to know what Mo Xinghuan was doing. She just heard him walk in.

Then, and then there was no sound.

The little hand subconsciously clutched the quilt tightly, wanting to poke her little head out to have a look, but was afraid that Mo Xinghuan would find out that she was not asleep.

Woo, very confused.

I don't know how long I struggled with it.

The man sitting by the bed seemed to be unable to bear it anymore.

He bent down, and his big hand with distinct phalanges slowly landed on the corner of the quilt, his deep voice was somewhat teasing.

"Baby, the air outside is very fresh, if you keep stuffing yourself in the quilt, you will be suffocated."

Chacha, "..." was discovered?

No, how is it possible.

My disguise is so perfect!

How was it discovered?

She groaned in dissatisfaction, the enemy must be coaxing her, trying to trick her.

Vaguely.

There was a low laugh.

The next moment.

Chacha clutched the quilt with her little hand, and suddenly felt a pulling force.

"???"

She looked at the face that suddenly appeared in front of her with a dazed expression. Qingjun is really Qingjun, but scary is also really scary.

Chacha lowered her eyes in astonishment.

The whole person was at a loss and bewildered.

Woo, he lifted his brocade quilt a little bit!

It just exposed her little head.