I who pretended to be a bully have feline sequelae

"No, thank you." Wen Yu rubbed his nose, his throat was a little itchy, "Hahaha, the sound of the earphones was turned up just now, and I was stunned."

It is too risky for Qiu to do so. If Li Yanran fails to knock down two opponents at once, it is estimated that the barrage will blame her. After all, in the finals, saving a teammate with almost zero combat power is far less than supporting a teammate. The shootout is important.

"If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be able to find out where they are."

"It means... I am a qualified living target?"

"Eh..." Li Yanran rubbed her bangs, "You won't leave so early today, your boss is still here."

It was rare to eat chicken in four rows and was in good spirits, Wen Yu didn't even think about quitting after just one game.

She took out her mobile phone and put it under the table to send Qiu a message: Are you still playing?

Qiu: Well, not busy.

Wen Yu felt relieved, returned to the game and clicked start.

The four of them played together for three or four hours, and the tacit understanding was getting better and better, and Wen Yu could occasionally play a role in output. When it was time for her as·r live broadcast, the few people reluctantly disbanded.

"There's no way, our Fuwa is a woman with a career, so we can't keep it." Li Yanran waved to her.

Wen Yu waved his fist at the girl with a teasing expression on the screen, "You're the only one who talks too much."

Several hours of gaming made Wen Yu's eyes swell. She rubbed her eyes, and the voice next to the radio was automatically lowered.

"I'm so sleepy today, so I'll just broadcast it for an hour, and I'll make up for it on weekends."

【If you are tired, just rest. I saw you rubbing your eyes just now. You must be very sleepy. 】

[It's okay, being able to watch Ruan Ruan Chicken once is more precious than a week's bedtime story, Auntie is not sad! 】

[The poor insomnia aunt who made an appointment in advance to go to the screen recording group 0100]

Song Qiulin put the tablet for watching the live broadcast on the shelf, hung his hand from the side of the sofa, hooked his long fingers lightly, and called in a low voice, "Ruan Ruan, come here."

"Meow~"

A round-headed little chubby cat squeezed out from under the coffee table, squinted its eyes, and squealed softly, and stuffed its fleshy paws into Song Qiulin's palm.

Song Qiulin lowered his eyelids, his eyes were full of tenderness, his thin lips parted slightly, and he rubbed the center of its brows with his index finger, "Good boy."

"Meow meow meow~"

"Want to watch the live broadcast?" Song Qiulin put his hand under the cat's stomach, and hugged the cat into his arms, "She's also called Ruan Ruan, isn't she pretty?"

The cat blinked at half of the face on the screen, and yelled, "Meow! Meow!"

"Huh? Are you calling her sister?"

"Meow!"

Many people listen to as·r live broadcasts and are used to plugging in headphones for bedtime music. Song Qiulin is different. She likes to turn on the screen and watch the girls on the screen carefully and carefully lightly hold the props and make cute little moves on the radio.

When she is concentrating, her lips will be slightly pursed, and the dimples on her face will follow.

Before an hour has passed, lie flat on the bed after washing and watch comfortably.

"Continuing from the ending of last time today..." The girl's voice was originally soft, but because of the live broadcast, she lowered her voice, and some slight breathy sounds sprayed on the special microphone of the radio became the best magic weapon for hypnosis.

It was a little cold at night with the window open, the cat jumped into the bed, and when it twisted around, it was held down by someone's palm, "Shh..."

"Listen to your sister's bedtime story, and then sleep well, huh?"

"Meow..." The cat lowered its head, obediently pressed its chin on the pillow, and looked at Song Qiulin with round eyes.

Song Qiulin patted it on the head with a smile, "Go to sleep."

Within 10 minutes, Wen Yu couldn't hold on anymore, and his eyelids became heavy.

She was the first one to successfully hypnotize herself.

"Ugh! So sleepy... 30 seconds left?" She pinched her cheeks to wake herself up, "Then say goodnight to you all."

"Good night, everyone, don't have nightmares, sleep until dawn."

[Someone asked me why I kept looking for the screen recorder, the mistress, and I said: because the main house is closed. 】

[Go to sleep, Ruan Ruan came up a lot earlier today, she is really tired. 】

[Departure on time, the screen recording team set off! 】

Song Qiulin leaned sideways, watching the lights on the screen dim as the live broadcast room was closed, feeling a little empty in his heart.

The sound that had been accompanying him to fall asleep stopped abruptly, and instantly felt that even the bed under him became strange and uncomfortable.

She accidentally opened the file saved in the fan group in the afternoon, and when she downloaded it, she had a vague expectation of opening the gift by herself.

"Ahem... Let me say it first, this is the first and last time, you are not allowed to ask me to read this kind of thing again in the future."

I don't know how long ago this audio was. Wen Yu's voice sounded more immature than it is now. It can be seen that it has not been long since the live broadcast started, and he is not that old-fashioned. He only has nothing to do with his fans' demands.

"Ouyang Chen hugged Murong Fei'er tightly, wrapped her soft and slender water snake waist with strong iron arms and pressed hard in his arms, he lowered that noble head, his 120-octave perfect mandibular line was sharp... ..."

"Hmm... ha... um!"

"Murong Fei'er's soft lips were bitten aggressively..."

"Ah! Just read this, it's too nasty!"

With her eyes closed, Song Qiulin could still imagine Wen Yu's flushed face and burning earlobes. She had discovered earlier that Wen Yu was much more sensitive and thin-skinned than he appeared on the outside. Immediately, she saw a rosy glow floating on her fair face.

An inexplicable heat ignited deep in her body, and the astonishingly warm flames burned her throat dry.

Now Song Qiulin can only rejoice that there are not many fans in the fan group, and Wen Yu has already deleted the backup in the group sharing.

The less people hear about this kind of thing, the better.

Which middle school girl didn't have many romance books in her drawer, and she didn't secretly read them in self-study class and before going to bed.

Yes, Song Qiulin.

She is naturally not interested in these nasty plots and lines, and has never opened her eyes to read those books and periodicals.

But today, she listened to this audio of no more than 5 minutes over and over again, no matter how hard she listened to it, she never got tired of it.

too weird.

The description of the obviously extremely vulgar street, read from this mouth, but it carries an irresistible magic power.

For the first time, words such as "anchor", "romance", "audio" and "soft punishment" appeared in the search box on that computer full of learning materials.

If Zhang Youyuan and Tang Yi were present, they would definitely scream louder than the crowing chicken next door.

If it was Song Zhou, he might take her directly to the brain department of the hospital for a set of scans.

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