The poor man and his rich man

What's so fun about projecting movies on the ceiling?

Carrots are really boring.

And who is lying in bed watching a movie and watching "The Emperor Penguin Diaries".

Luobo Lake was so sleepy that he got under the bed.

Speaking of it, he didn't understand what Mi Hao wanted to order such a big bed. The two of them were leaning against the head of the bed and covering each other with a quilt. At a glance, they could see the light gray sheets with no edges.

Why do you want to make the bed 25 square meters? Do you want to run on the bed?

Luo Pohu muttered, his eyes drooping and narrowed.

"Look, look at that little penguin, isn't it cute!"

Mi Hao's voice next to him seemed to be vaguely heard through a layer of veil.

"Mmmmmmm..."

Luobo Lake didn't know what he was humming.

He subconsciously found a pillow to hug, and fell asleep as soon as he rested his head.

That's how Mi Hao was wrapped up in radishes.

Mi Hao glanced at the fragrant white radish in his arms, reached out and turned off the movie.

Carefully tore the quilt again.

Luo Pohu's sleeping appearance became even smaller, even Mi Hao believed him when he said that he was still studying.

"Don't let your guard down just because you think you're a beta." Mi Hao murmured in a low voice, hugged the quilt beside him and closed his eyes, "It's easy to be abducted."

For example by me.