When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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42

how can that be……

"But this was given to me by Xi Zhan, and I asked the system—"

"system?"

Qianling's voice stopped abruptly.

It's so risky, I almost slipped my mouth.

He remembered asking the system himself, but after Qian Ling thought about it carefully, what he asked was "Is there any problem in the pill?"

The answer the system gave him at that time was a bit slow.

So, 663 knew early on that there was something wrong with this candy?

"No, you heard it wrong."

Bai Jing glanced at him suspiciously.

"Did I tell you, don't take food from others, idiot, you have to say it a few times before you believe it."

"Then I thought he was a staff member..."

Qian Ling argued in a low voice, and in the end even she didn't have the confidence.

Who would have thought that the problem was with the candy.

"If you don't believe me, you can try it for yourself tonight. See if I'm right."

"Try it."

Qian Ling fell off Bai Jing's bed and crawled back to her own bed without even having time to find her shoes.

He lay down and pulled the comforter up to his chin.

Isn't it just sleeping?

Ran goose ...

After the candy was taken away by Bai Jing, Qian Ling lay on her bed, in the darkness where she couldn't see clearly with her eyes open.

Right now, he really lost sleep.

Qianling turned over.

Through the darkness, some regrets that arrived belatedly crawled out from the bottom of my heart.

Why is he so stupid.

Qian Ling had suspected the problem of not being able to wake up all the time. No matter how good his sleep quality was, it was unlikely that someone would enter the room and be unconscious after doing something like that.

Several times in the middle, he wanted to keep an eye on the time of the night patrol for Bai Jing, but he was knocked down by the drowsiness like a huge wave.

How stupid! !

Qian Ling propped herself up and looked into Bai Jing's room, she could only see the roughly undulating outline, and she didn't know if she was asleep or not.

"Bai Jing...are you still there?"

The person on the opposite bed moved.

"Sleep."

"Then how did you answer me when you were asleep? Oh, I see, it's your other personality."

Bai Jing: "..."

"Does your other personality have a name? I watch TV dramas, and each of them is independent."

Bai Jing: "No."

"Then I'll name it for you," Qian Ling thought for a while, "Or Hei Jing, hahahaha I'm just kidding."

"Why are you talking so much tonight?"

Was discovered.

Qian Ling could only whisper, "I can't sleep."

I don't know if it is because of the withdrawal reaction of the drug.

After taking the drug steadily for a period of time, I stopped the drug suddenly. The body has not adapted to this change, so I suddenly suffered from insomnia.

Qianling had never experienced this kind of insomnia experience.

So he doesn't know what other people want to do and what it's like when they can't fall asleep. He just wants to talk to someone now.

"Are you really going to sleep?"

"What are you doing if you don't sleep, you want me to accompany you?"

Qian Ling whispered: "Is it not possible?"

His voice was soft and waxy, through the darkness, Bai Jing could almost imagine the expression on that face.

Just when Qianling wondered if Bai Jing had fallen asleep.

After Chen Jiu, Bai Jing hummed extremely slightly, making Qian Ling suspect that she had heard it wrong.

"What do you want me to do with you?"

"Tell a story, okay?"

The stories told by the system are really boring, with no change in tone and no meaning at all.

Qian Ling was thinking wildly when the quilt was thrown back.

"Um???"

"Don't you want to tell a story? It's impossible to let the guys outside the door listen to it."

"Oh."

Qian Ling quickly accepted Bai Jing's explanation, and moved in to make half of the space for him.

Qianling patted the empty seat next to him.

"Why don't you just lie down and talk."

A very natural invitation, I really don't know if he did it on purpose.

"But can you stop telling scary stories, I'm kind of scared."

Bai Jing chuckled lightly.

Dispelled the idea that Qian Ling was doing it on purpose, he didn't have that kind of brain.

"What do you want to hear? Fairy tales."

I don't know if it's Qianling's illusion, but I always feel that there is something in Bai Jing's smile.

With a bit of contempt for his private goods.

Qian Ling swallowed the question "Will you read the story of the dragon and the knight?" and said instead: "I'm not interested in fairy tales because children listen to them."

"Oh?"

Bai Jing said: "Aren't you very interested in my illness, huh? Then let me tell a story about dual personality."

"Uh-huh."

Bai Jing lay down.

Qian Ling looked at him sideways, and the fragrance on her body became stronger.

Sweet, but not greasy at all.

They are obviously using the same bedding and pillows, and even the toiletries are the same, why does this guy always smell good.

"Can we talk?"

"Well," Bai Jing said: "I have a friend who lived in a wealthy environment since he was a child. As the heir of the family, he was given high expectations. The turning point of the story began when he was diagnosed as a mental patient..."

"When he first showed his anti-social personality, he used a box knife to teach his classmates who bullied him a lesson..."

"From that day on, everyone looked at him like a monster."

Qian Ling listened to his narration quietly.

When it came to some hurtful details, Bai Jing also used this undulating tone, as if what she was talking about was really an insignificant matter.

"This friend is yourself."

It is impossible for me not to know these details.

"Are you afraid of me? Sleeping with a monster."

Bai Jing's cold voice pressed Qian Ling's ears, "It is very likely that I will not be able to control myself and make you the next victim."

He has long been used to seeing fear in the eyes of the public, screaming and even begging for mercy.

Ah.

To him, these people were no different from the dust in the air.

He can easily brush it away whenever he wants.

But this time it's a little different.

He didn't want that expression to appear on Qian Ling's face, as if the most beautiful treasure in the world was also stained with dust, which would cover his original unique light.

At this time, a pair of warm hands gently hugged his waist.

Bai Jing was taken aback, every muscle in her body tensed uncontrollably.

Those hands caressed his back, which seemed to carry the warmth of the sun.

"Don't be afraid, you're just sick."

It was different from Bai Jing's imagination.

Rarely, no, never has he been treated with such an accommodating tone and intimate gesture.

He thought Qianling was timid, and he was too scared to hide just hearing about his illness before, and he didn't even dare to listen to horror stories.

After knowing these details, you will definitely shrink into a corner in fright, not daring to move.

Bai Jing grabbed his hand, pulled it from his back, and said coldly.

"I would really hurt you."

"you will not."

Bai Jing didn't use any force at all, so Qian Ling easily broke free from his hand, and put her hand on Bai Jing's back again.

That's what he learned from his kindergarten teacher, too.

As long as the children miss their parents, the teacher will pat the children on the back like this.

"I don't feel any malice from you. Although you sometimes call me stupid, I know you don't want to harm me at all now."

Bai Jing: "..."

This guy is really hopelessly stupid sometimes, but at this time, this kind of dullness and innocence makes people worry about tarnishing even if they touch it more often.

"...Then what do you think I am thinking now?"

"I don't know," Qian Ling's furry head rubbed against Bai Jing's arms, "If you want to touch my head, maybe you will feel better."

Bai Jing raised her hand.

It fell gently on the top of Qianling's hair, like a fluffy and soft cotton ball, with a faint fragrance.

"Well, do you feel a little happier?"

"Fortunately."

Qian Ling snorted, "No." After speaking, he rubbed his hands upwards, rubbing his hair against Bai Jing's palm, "Why don't you rub harder, maybe the effect will be better."

Bai Jing rubbed his hair.

"Who told you that touching your hair can improve your mood."

No one ever told Qian Ling that.

Qian Ling said: "Because everyone likes to touch my hair, but according to my observation, everyone who touches it will smile."

Bai Jing snorted.

"Then have you ever thought that if you are not tall, you will be short."

Qian Ling let out a panic.

"Is it still possible?"

Qian Ling vaguely remembered.

When I was young, everyone was very taboo to be touched on the head, and even when passing under a horizontal fence or a wire, it would collapse three times, otherwise it would not grow taller.

But of course Qian Ling wouldn't believe such a nonsense statement.

Now it seems.

Qian Ling quickly moved Bai Jing's hand away, "Then don't touch it, woo woo woo."

Bai Jing's palms were empty, but her heart was itchy.

"What's the matter, don't you want to make me feel better?"

"But I won't grow taller." Qian Ling thought about it carefully, grabbed Bai Jing's hand and pressed it to her face, "Then just touch your face."

The back of the hand was against Qianling's cheek, which had a delicate and smooth texture.

Bai Jing has always been curious about boys having this kind of skin.

With a little force on his hand, he gently pinched Qianling's cheek, "Why is your skin smoother than a girl's?"

"Drink more milk and eat more fruits. Oh yes, remember to go to bed early, you can do it too, yes, remember to protect yourself from the sun..."

Bai Jing laughed, interrupting Qian Ling's earnest teaching of tricks.

"Oh, I see."

The two chatted one after another for a long time. Since Qian Ling couldn't see the time, he didn't know what time he fell asleep. He only knew that he didn't hear the footsteps in the corridor before he fell asleep.

The next morning, Qian Ling was half-dragged and half-dragged from under the quilt by Bai Jing.

Bai Jing: "Get up and wash up."

Qianling struggled to open one eye, her voice was a bit hoarse after waking up from a long sleep, "I'm so sleepy,"

Bai Jing paused for two seconds.

"Don't act like a baby, go quickly. Otherwise, I'll carry you over."

The next second, Qian Ling opened his arms in front of him, obviously not awake and in a daze.

"hug."

Bai Jing sighed, and wrapped Qian Ling into her arms.

really light.

And fragrant.

It's hard.

[The author has something to say: I really like writing daily life so much]