The pampered baby of King's High School

Motata buried his head in the quilt, gaining a little sense of security.Her nose was sore, as if she would cry in the next second.Fortunately, it is October, and the weather is warm and cool, not as hot as August, otherwise Motata would be smothered to death by the quilt.

He suddenly began to miss Feng Yingchen's embrace.His embrace is really warm, comfortable and safe. I buried my head in his chest last night, as if I had a whole warm haven.

In his chest, all the silence and sadness will appear small.

On his chest, all the care and love are like a glass of sweet honey water.

Sweetness is in her eyebrows, her hair, and her heart.

But is all of this just a bubble that will burst at the touch of a button?Is it all a fucking illusion?

Motata moistened his eye sockets in the darkness, and the cold tears flowed into his neck, bringing a feeling of icy cold.

She quickly reached out to wipe away her tears, and told herself not to think about that bastard again...

But at this moment, there was a "buzzing" vibration from the cell phone next to the pillow.Mo Tata stretched out his hand to take a look, and it turned out to be—Feng Yingchen? !

Already 9: up! !What is this bastard calling for! !Why don't you let her sleep well?

Mo Tata simply ignored it, but he didn't expect the phone calls and text messages to go hand in hand one after another.

Eighteen text messages only had one cold word: answer.

Mo Tata wanted to cry, but finally answered the No.20 missed call.

"Hey, you are sick! Don't you know that he is sleeping soundly?" Mo Tata said angrily.

"Stop lying." Feng Yingchen's voice was lazy and cold, "Do you think I don't know that you are not asleep at all?"

snort! ! ╭(╯^╰)╮.who!Are you laughing at me? !Feng Yingchen, are you so idle?If you don't sleep until midnight, you insist on harassing me with dozens of text messages and painful phone calls, and then laugh at me for not being able to sleep? !

Mo Tata held his forehead helplessly, "Feng Yingchen, what do you want to do, you say, you say, you say..."

"Get out of bed." Feng Yingchen ordered coldly and simply.

"Eh? Why?" Motata was puzzled.

It's ten o'clock in the evening, what kind of tricks are you playing, Young Master Feng? ! !Is my life so full of drama? ! !Exciting and fun things happen every minute? !

"Open your wardrobe." The voice was still cold without any warmth.

"Ah?!" Mo Tata was even more confused.

This Feng Yingchen, why did you ask me to open the closet at night?Could it be that the next scene is like the Japanese horror movie "The Grudge", where a bloody female ghost crawls out of the closet with faint red eyes? !

No!If so, I won't do it even if I beat him to death! !

"Be obedient." Feng Yingchen's cold words were mixed with commanding and domineering jokes.This magnetic voice is full of full charm, which is really irresistible!

Mo Tata appeared in front of the closet wearing slippers in a strange way, saying "Feng Yingchen, if you dare to play with me, I'll fucking fuck you tomorrow night" while stretching out his hand tremblingly to open the closet door.

suddenly!

A furry head protruded from the crack of the closet.

Just as Mo Tata wanted to shout out in surprise, he found that the little thing was licking his finger with its small tongue, and Mo Tata's left hand suddenly felt a very itchy and comfortable feeling.

This "little thing" finished licking, raised his furry head, and looked at Motata with a silly face in front of him with a kind of joy in his dark eyes.

"Wow! Feng Yingchen, it's actually a teddy dog!" Mo Tata cheered into the phone with a low voice.

"...There are four in total."

"Eh?!"

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