The host wants to be human today

Chapter 937 Telling My Identity I Scared You To Death 50
In the middle of the night, a few dark clouds suddenly floated in the sky, covering the moon indistinctly, emitting only a faint light.

Song Lizhao returned to the villa and stood in the hall for a while, until the coldness dissipated from his body, he took off his coat and went upstairs, and pushed open the bedroom door.

Ever since she bought a hammock, the little girl has fallen in love with sleeping. She has to lie on it even during the day, and only floats down the stairs when she is hungry or wants to watch TV.

At this moment, her back was facing the door, wrapped tightly in a warm yellow blanket, sleeping soundly under the moonlight.

He stood by the door and stared fixedly for a few times, finally sighed softly in his heart, and walked over there.

He gently pulled the man into his arms and carried him to the bed.

Because he was going out after taking a shower, the boy was wearing cotton short-sleeved trousers, which could be used as pajamas.

Therefore, he didn't change his clothes any more, and just lay down on it.

Li Tang didn't realize that she had changed her nest, she just smelled his breath, subconsciously rubbed against his arms, and found a comfortable position.

Song Lizhao raised his eyebrows, looked at the hands and feet of the little girl who was pulling him up with a paddle, and suddenly laughed a little.

This action is quite skilled.

Obviously, he had never noticed this little girl sleeping so restlessly before.

Thinking so in his heart, his hands were already on the man's waist obediently, pulling her into his arms.

Although I have imagined it many times, the moment I met the little girl, the sense of satisfaction is indescribable.

It was as soft as he had imagined, and comfortable to hold.

His chin rested on the top of the other's furry head, and he closed his eyes almost greedily.

He thought that it was probably the most correct decision he had ever made to bring the little girl back in obsession.

After all, ordinary people who would bring death home would hide as far as they could.

He couldn't tell when he found out that something was wrong with him, but he just indulged it unconsciously all the time, and then realized that he was rare.

He has been single for so many years, and he didn't expect that he likes this type of person. After finally meeting him, isn't it normal for him to think about it?
Thinking of this, he quickly convinced himself.

Then close your eyes and go to sleep.

Probably because he hugged her too tightly, the little girl in his arms groaned and struggled to roll to the side.

Song Lizhao opened his eyes and looked at her subconsciously, but saw that the little girl was faintly waking up, he came back to his senses and relaxed a little.

In the next second, Litang rolled out of his arms smoothly, leaning against the side, and continued to sleep contentedly, not forgetting to stretch out her calf.

The young man clicked his tongue, and couldn't help pulling him into his arms again.

Then speak first.

"I don't want you to sleep like this?"

You don't need to hold him tightly, but it's impossible to let him go, after all, it's hard to hold him.

The little girl in her sleep seemed to understand, and wrinkled the tip of her nose in displeasure, but didn't move any more.

Song Lizhao breathed a sigh of relief, but this time he paid attention to his strength all the time.

It's just that he didn't sleep for long, and was woken up again by a lump in his arms.

After all, the bed was some distance away from the balcony, and the moonlight was out of reach, which made the ghost a little dissatisfied. Plus, he was hugged, and the bed was warm, so Li Tang woke up.

She raised her hand and rubbed her eyes, looking at her hammock not far away, a little confused.

Then he looked down at the quilt covering himself, still a little unconscious.

Li Tang blinked slowly, and didn't feel the arms around her waist until she regained consciousness.

(End of this chapter)