E-Sports: Keep your mouth shut, the goddess of pure desire, open your mouth to spray the master

Ke Guoguo said goodbye to the noisy crowd and returned to the lounge.

The moment he threw himself on the recliner, he was so exhausted that he almost fell asleep.

I'm so tired. I'm so tired after spending the whole day concentrating.

Even the growling of his stomach couldn't arouse the slightest interest in Ke Guoguo.

Ke Guoguo lay on the rocking chair in a daze, watching the audience slowly leaving the table on the live broadcast screen.

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There was a knock on the door, and Ke Guoguo was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to speak, so he just moved his eyes silently.

The door is not closed, and I hope the people outside the door realize this.

After waiting quietly for a moment, the knock on the door rang again.

Ke Guoguo summoned up all her strength, somewhat discouraged, and said, "Please come in."

Even his voice was a bit hoarse.

The familiar black leather gloves caught Ke Guoguo's eyes.

Wangrong was still carrying a delicate lunch box with one hand and pushed open the door with the other.

Seeing the scenery in front of me, I couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

The face of the girl wearing a white e-sports uniform is a bit pale, and the broken hair on her forehead is stained with sweat and sticks to her cheeks, but it does not damage her original color, adding a bit of fragile and broken feeling.

Her body was leaning softly and helplessly on the recliner. The zipper of her top was pulled to the uppermost position. Only a little bit of her white neck could be seen vaguely. It was obviously tightly wrapped, but it looked a bit lewd for no reason. .

Ke Guoguo raised his eyes and looked at Wang Ronghuan. He was too tired and didn't want to speak much. He just gestured with doubts in his eyes - What are you doing standing at the door?

Wangrong came in a little unnaturally, closed the door behind his back, and then raised the bag he was holding.

"I thought maybe you still wanted to see Jin Lin, so I asked my assistant to buy dinner and bring it over for you to fill your stomach first."

As he spoke, Wangrong opened the exquisitely packaged takeout bags and placed the meals inside one by one on the table.

"After dinner later, I happen to be on the way, and the car can take you with me."

Ke Guoguo reacted for a moment, then nodded slightly in understanding, but he was still a little exhausted and did not get up from the rocking chair.

The takeaway meals looked like they were cooked by someone's private chef. They were all dishes that were light in taste but full of flavor and color, as well as porridge that exuded heat and made people appetite when they smelled it.

After Wangrong arranged and opened each piece, he turned his head and glanced at Ke Guoguo.

He found that Ke Guoguo still maintained the same posture as before, but his eyes were moving following Wang Ronghuan's hand movements.

A little silly, but also a little cute.

Wangrong thought inadvertently, and asked with a smile, "Is this because you are exhausted?"

Without waiting for Ke Guoguo's answer, he continued, "That's what I thought. I didn't sleep well all night, and I played a game on the stage all day, and I didn't even eat lunch."

"This competition arrangement is indeed a bit outrageous. But fortunately, everything is over."

Wangrong also handed over the packaged tableware and said in a gentle tone, "If you are too tired and don't have the strength to raise your hands, I can feed you."

After he finished speaking, he felt that the words seemed a bit ambiguous, and he turned his eyes away uncomfortably, but he didn't say anything more.

As a coach, it is natural to take care of qualified juniors.

Wangrong quickly found a suitable reason for his statement.

Ke Guoguo didn't react for a while, and seemed a little stunned. The thoughts in his head were knotted, as if he heard it, but also seemed not to hear it.

Seeing that Ke Guoguo didn't respond, Wang Rong cleaned his hands with a paper towel, then sat on the side of the sofa closest to the lounge chair, picked up the porridge, scooped a small spoonful, and waited for the porridge to stop looking so hot. Finally, he came over,

"Ah - open your mouth."

Seeing the girl open her mouth obediently and slightly, Wangrong felt an unknown feeling in his heart.

The light-colored lips were slightly red from the scalding hot porridge. The girl lowered her eyes and didn't even raise her hands. She sipped the porridge from the spoon in small sips. A faint trace of it could still be seen between her lips and teeth. deep red.

Wangrong stared blankly for a moment, and then he reacted only when he felt some tugging force on his hand.

Ke Guoguo's teeth were slightly biting the spoon, and he gently tugged on Wangrong's hand, which was still wearing a black leather glove. There was obvious doubt in his eyes, as if he was asking why he was in a daze.

The spoon was already empty.

"I was just...thinking about the competition." Wangrong explained quickly, taking the spoon and scooping out the porridge again. First, he wanted to cool it down as quickly as possible, but he restrained his movements and just shook it slightly on the porridge. He touched it for a moment, waited until it didn't look so hot, and then raised it to Ke Guoguo's lips.

There was no need to say anything more now. Ke Guoguo's eyes had already been fixed on the spoonful of porridge. He naturally opened his mouth and took the porridge in one mouthful. Even his cheeks bulged up a bit. .

It seems that he is also hungry.

Wang Ronghuan's eyes dimmed, his lips pursed, and his tone was full of pity, "This competition is indeed too intense. I have to give the organizers some advice. This makes the players not even have time to rest." No, how about continuous rotation?"

Ke Guoguo responded softly without comment.

The sound coming from the chest was as sweet as ever, but with a slightly softer feel.

Wangrong still felt as if the voice rushed straight into his heart, and he could feel the slightest sweetness in his heart.

The room suddenly became silent, except for the sound of swallowing food from time to time.

Feeding him spoonful by spoonful, the porridge quickly reached the bottom.

When Wangrong was still about to scoop out the porridge, he realized that he had finished feeding. He paused slightly with his fingertips, but did not speak.

Instead, he reached out to another box of porridge that originally belonged to him.

Ke Guoguo also regained a little strength at this time, and the warm porridge in her stomach had already soothed her empty stomach.

After noticing the noise around him, he turned his head slightly and looked sideways.

"Ah, you fed me your porridge, what did you drink?" Ke Guoguo looked at Wangrong's hand back with a bit of laughter.

Wangrong hadn't expected Ke Guoguo's sudden voice, and his eyes lowered unnaturally, "I'm not hungry."

"I'm much better, you should eat quickly." Ke Guoguo stood up from the rocking chair, walked to the side of the sofa, and picked up the chopsticks.

Wangrong also put the original spoon aside and unconsciously rubbed his empty fingers. After a moment of pause, he unpacked the porridge again and drank the porridge.

The aroma of food has already lingered throughout the house.

Sure enough, this private chef's dish not only smells good, but tastes delicious too.

Ke Guoguo clenched her chopsticks tightly and ate her dinner. She smiled and turned her head to look at Wang Ronghuan, "Thank you Wang Shen for your hospitality."

"It's okay." Wang Rong was still drinking the porridge and smiled slightly, but the indescribable loss in his heart still lingered.

"By the way, Wangshen, I have a guess about Linzi."

As Ke Guoguo was eating, he suddenly remembered an idea that suddenly appeared on his stage.