The e-sports god takes it home

Chapter 143 Is It Good-looking?
"Oh, okay." Bu Yao took the suitcase, walked through the aisle, opened the door and entered the room.

Then she was successfully shocked by this girlish room, with white lace curtains, pink sheets and quilt covers, and an oversized doll on the bed.

Before she could put down her luggage, the door of the bathroom opened with a click, and Bu Yao turned her head in a daze, and saw a blood-spitting scene.

Lu Shen, whom she was thinking of, was only wrapped in a towel, and froze at the door of the bathroom with a dazed expression on his face!

Fuck, trough, trough, trough, trough, this is too exciting
If Chi Xiaonian was present, he would probably faint from happiness.

But Bu Yao froze in place like a silly dog, her eyes were so straight that she ignored a question, why is he here!
After being dazed for a while, Lu Yan leaned against the door frame in a charming manner, and said jokingly, "Does it look good? Do you want me to take off the towel so that you can see it from 360 degrees without blind spots?"

Bu Yao's face turned red immediately, but she still maintained her last stubbornness, "No, no need, you have a good figure."

"Then what are you doing here? Are you going to watch me change?" He said, reaching out to untie the towel on his waist.

Bu Yao was so frightened that she covered her face with her hands, "Damn Lu Yan, you must be sick. This is my room. Where else can I be if I'm not here?"

His sneer came from next to his ear: "Who told you this is your room?"

"Huh?" Bu Yao was confused, "Isn't it?"

The smile in Lu Yan's eyes was even bigger, but his tone was extraordinarily beating: "If you really want to sleep with me, I don't mind."

Bu Yao looked around the room full of pink girls' hearts, with an expression of disbelief: "This is your fucking room?"

"Why, can't you?" Lu Yan raised his eyebrows, as if he would pack her up and throw her out of the team if she dared to say no.

"Farewell!" Bu Yao cupped his fists at him, turned around and ran away.

Standing in the aisle, she frantically bombarded He Xiaopang with WeChat messages.

[Sailor Moon Hero: He Xiaopang!Come out and get beaten! 】

[I'm not fat, I'm bloated:? ? ? 】

[Sailor Moon Hero: Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!Lu Shen's room is full of pink girls' hearts?Am I blind or is he lying to me?So whose room is the third one from the left? 】

[I'm not fat, I'm bloated: You read the girl right, that's Lushen's room, you don't understand the world of delicate boys. 】

[I'm not fat, I'm bloated: By the way, did you two progress so fast?This has already... entered his room? 】

[Sailor Moon Hero:? ? ?Didn't you let me in?The third room on the left? 】

[I'm not fat, I'm bloated: wait a minute, let me figure out which side is left first. 】

[Sailor Moon Hero:? ? ? 】

Bu Yao was shocked, so He Xiaopang, you can't tell right from left?Then why did you swear to me that the third room on the left is?
Knowing the truth, Bu Yao burst into tears. She tried to push the door of the third room on the right, and the door opened without accident.

"..."

Bu Yao wants to kill someone.

What's even more frightening is that the decoration style of this room is even crazier than the pink girl's heart opposite.

Black curtains, black walls, black floors, black beds...

If she hadn't confirmed that she was still alive and well, she would have suspected that He Xiaopang was attending her funeral.

　[From then on, Lu Yan and Bu Yao lived a sexual life without shame. (End of the full text)]

　　
　
(End of this chapter)