Personal protection

——The small theater after being together

"Sit down, I have something to ask you."

Zhou Cheng also became serious, sitting opposite Li Xiaoran, his mind was spinning crazily, has he been scribbled by the media recently, is there another fan in the police station who ran to ask Li Xiaoran for his autograph...

"You said at that time that I reflexively tied a bow?"

Zhou Cheng: "..." Is this a settlement in the future?

"But didn't you also tie a bow tie?" The big black cat refused to suffer at all.

Zhou Cheng wiped his face, couldn't bear to recall how stupid he was before, so he leaned over and kissed the corner of his mouth, "That's why we are a good match."

Li Xiaoran blinked, and suddenly showed a smile as if he had stolen a small dried fish, "Oh, I also think we are a good match."

When Zhou Cheng wanted to deepen the kiss and confuse the question, Li Xiaoran suddenly said, "Then, should we be a better match?"

He pulled down his turtleneck, revealing a fluffy sheer black bow hanging around his neck.

Li Xiaoran took out another identical bow from behind.

Zhou Cheng took it, compared the length of the collar, and asked strangely: "Is this a bit shorter?"

"Why is it short?" Li Xiaoran was more surprised than him.

Zhou Cheng was at a loss, "How can I be so subtle?"

Li Xiaoran shook his head desperately, "No, no, it's already thick enough, it will hurt if it gets thicker."

"I'm talking about the neck."

"But I'm not talking about the neck." Li Xiaoran was confident and stretched out his claws to touch it, "If you don't know how to wear it, I will help you."

Zhou Cheng: "..." Isn't this a little too interesting? !

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Small Theater Consumption

If "Close Protection" were a tiny novel—

Since being with a big star, the consumption of police officers' uniforms has increased significantly.