Quick Travel: Pathologically Loyal Dog Strategies

Chapter 373 His Private Pet 5
Xie Jing knew for the first time that there were people in the world who could still be made to cry by dreams.

But the little girl was crying so pitifully, she was out of breath, as if you didn't agree, she would cry for you the next second.

With a slight thought, he added a pale pink table and a comfortable-looking chair to her room.

The girl gradually calmed down, and very consciously wiped away her tears as she walked to the table and sat down.

When the udon noodles landed on the table, she rested her little hands on the edge of the table, looked at it reservedly, and did not move her chopsticks.

Xie Jing looked at her with her chin propped up, and asked doubtfully, "Why don't you eat?"

Shen Ronghua's face turned red.

When I first woke up, I hadn't completely shaken off my sleepiness. Now that I'm fully awake, I can't help but feel a little embarrassed.

She rubbed her nose, squinted at the man, puffed out her chest and said, "Of course I will eat it, why are you so anxious~"

It was as if she wasn't the one crying and asking for noodles just now.

Half a catty couldn't help but mocked in disgust: "Tsk tsk tsk, why did you become like this, host!"

It is simply unacceptable.

The little fairy back then is now crying over a bowl of noodles.

Xie Jing let out a muffled laugh.

Shen Ronghua's face turned redder, "Aren't you busy?"

"Busy, I'll be busy soon!"

Xie Jing took great care of her face, busy as soon as she said she was busy, but the joy rising in her eyes could not be reduced no matter what.

A scratchy voice came from the drawing paper.

Xie Jing couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

It suddenly became quiet inside.

Xie Jing glanced at the drawing paper from the corner of her eye, and saw that the girl was holding the chopsticks tightly in her hands, the crimson color spread from her face to the neckline of her clothes, and she kept her ears up to listen for the movement outside.

Sitting upright makes people laugh.

Xie Jing couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

Shen Ronghua: "???"

Shen Ronghua asked Ban Jin: "Is he making fun of me?"

Ban Jin said coldly, "Yes, host."

This tone is very flattering!
"I'm angry," she said.

Banjin sneered, "Hehe."

She squeezed her chopsticks tightly and said emphatically, "Am I really really angry?"

Banjin hummed twice, "Then you should put down your chopsticks!"

Shen Ronghua was silent, pretending not to hear, stirred the noodles a few times with chopsticks, and then sighed twice, "It's exactly the same as in the dream! Chiliu~"

Covering his face half a pound, he didn't even look.

Xie Jing's laughter stopped abruptly, replaced by a girl's smirk.

It's not very loud, it's slight, you can hear it only if you listen carefully.

Xie Jing wrote the script with a smile, and the empty residence seemed to become more popular because of the slight movement.

The already brisk and bright environment seemed particularly warm because of this hint of popularity.

Shen Ronghua drank the last sip of soup in the bowl, and felt his stomach a little bit from time to time. He was only a few steps away from the big bed, turned around and lay motionless on it.

Xie Jing still doesn't know how to take out the bowls and chopsticks, but since her tears can come out, so can the other things inside.

With Shen Ronghua eating noodles, the progress of the strategy has increased by two points, now it is 10%.

The rise was inexplicable and confusing.

Shen Ronghua hasn't figured out the pattern yet.

Xie Jing is a bit difficult to understand.

I don't know when it will be cool to poke him.

If you knew it, wouldn’t it be wonderful to have a hair smoothing guide!
After Xie Jing finished writing the script, she found that the girl had fallen asleep again.

She can really sleep well, and her sleep skills are extremely strong.

Eleven o'clock.

The biological clock was ringing, and Xie Jing narrowed his eyes. Before leaving, he glanced at the drawing paper uneasily.

After taking a few steps, his figure paused.

Reflexively and carefully picked up the drawing paper, and quickly left the studio.

The next day, Shen Ronghua woke up leisurely.

The space that belongs to her has not changed in any way, but the world outside the painting is different from before.

The white ceiling turned into a translucent light blue at the moment, the same color as her quilt.

Shen Ronghua jumped up from the bed, his neck was stuck, his eyes were wide open, and he couldn't see anything except light blue or light blue.

"Xie Jing?" She called out tentatively.

An arm suddenly came across from above.

Knowing that he couldn't touch her, Shen Ronghua still screamed and dodged to the side.

The toe of the red Mary Jane shoe lightly touches the ground, and the girl's lithe figure avoids under the arm stretching across the entire drawing paper in a rotating manner.

The skirt draws a graceful arc in the air.

She turned half sideways, pointing her toes, and the bow behind her trembled slightly, as if it would take her hovering in mid-air in the next second.

At first glance, this arm belonged to Xie Jing, and a few light yellow hairs that belonged to him spread out from the edge of the drawing paper little by little.

Shen Ronghua took half a step back.

Everything in the outside world seemed extraordinarily huge to He Hua.

Especially when going from top to bottom, there is a feeling of being completely caged and unavoidable.

Shen Ronghua put his hands on his hips, kicked Xie Jing's arms twice in the air.

I'm so angry!
You can't really kick it, you can only vent your unhappiness out of thin air.

so tired~
In her eyes, Shen Ronghua's big bed was being held down by his arms. Although it didn't prevent her from sleeping, it was difficult for her mentally.

She gritted her teeth, bent down and pulled the quilt out of the bed, made a temporary nest on the ground, wrapped herself in the quilt, and fell asleep.

For some reason, Shen Ronghua always feels that this world is particularly prone to sleepiness, and he sleeps almost all day long.

Then Banjin said that the two-dimensional and three-dimensional world time are different.

You can't live a Two-dimensional life according to the three-dimensional time.

In other words, Shen Ronghua's world is infinitely possible.

When she feels drowsiness coming, then in the two-dimensional world, it is likely to be equivalent to the night in the three-dimensional world.

Shen Ronghua's two-dimensional world is different from the real two-dimensional world.

Her world was created by Xie Jing.

It's a bit complicated, but Shen Ronghua seems to understand it.

Regardless, let's sleep first.

Xie Jing wakes up on time at ten o'clock every morning.

When he noticed something strange under his arm, he frowned slightly, and after reacting for a while, he suddenly remembered the drawing paper on the bedside yesterday.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and saw the girl wrapped up like a silkworm baby, sleeping soundly against the corner of the wall.

Xie Jing's face sunburned, and he quickly raised his arms, the flat drawing paper was wrinkled by him, and the marks under his elbows were even heavier.

It happened to be her big bed.

No wonder it was sleeping on the ground.

Xie Jing smiled, but didn't feel the slightest hint of a smile, and couldn't help but see the image of a girl yelling at him with her hands on her hips, but she couldn't wake him up and jumped up in anger.

Finally, he fell asleep again angrily.

Tsk, why didn't you catch up?

Otherwise, how cute~
Xie Jing felt sorry for this.

He smoothed the drawing paper carefully, put it on the bedside for the time being, and walked into the bathroom invisibly.

While washing, I was thinking about how to face the girl's accusation after she woke up.

(End of this chapter)