The Heartthrob Becomes An NPC In the Supernatural Live Broadcast

Sunanzhi's voice was very soft.

Just smelling it reminds people of soft and glutinous rice cakes.

Whoa whoa whoa.

As soon as it was poked, it sank inward, wrapping itself while stubbornly bouncing back.

It is like a cub pulling its cheeks, self-willed and squeamish, and when the owner touches it, it even scratches people softly, and stares at people with beautiful eyes.

Weirdly cute.

No wonder the butler's eyes gradually softened.

He touched each other's fingers with his lips.

Dry lips peeled, and hurriedly brushed the delicate and soft skin, he restrained and let out a mouthful of moist moisture, and turned his head.

The brief warmth disappeared in the icy air.

Su Nanzhi tugged at the other side's shirt in dissatisfaction, tears welling up.

"I still have to blow~"

The delicate profile turned around, and the peak-like eyebrows gathered.

At first glance, a little impatient, and a little sharp.

But it was fleeting.

He returned to his gloomy, cold, humble appearance.

It doesn't look so easy to get along with.

in silence.

Yan Ren stared straight at Su Nanzhi.

It's hard to tell what that look means.

He put Sunanzhi down and went out to get something.

The butler has a tall back, broad shoulders and narrow hips, but is dull.

Across the cheap gauze tent, the large rose holes on it cut his back into a hazy and unrealistic way.

The gauze curtain was wrinkled by the wind, the shadow of the man trembled, and Su Nanzhi narrowed her eyes.

Tears quivered on the eyelashes.

The black suit frowned: "This housekeeper is really a pimple, does it still hurt?"

His little finger touched the pulp of Su Nanzhi's finger and pressed his face to it.

Temperature cannot be transferred.

The black suit blinked and touched the boy's soft hair: "Poor and lovely host, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt."

Like coaxing a child.

Sunanzhi muttered in her heart.

Turning his head, the butler came over with a hot towel.

"Give me your hand."

Sunanzhi was wrapped in a silky sheet, sat obediently on the edge of the bed, and stretched out her hands.

Tenderness - tender hands, palms up.

The undulating palm lines resemble water waves.

Vertical and horizontal, rugged.

Sunanzhi said, "What a bitter palm pattern."

Her bitter hands were wrapped in a steaming towel.

Sunanzhi looked up and faced the housekeeper.

The silent man lowered his head and carefully wiped his fingers.

One by one, inch by inch, wash the skin a little bit.

He had a serious expression, and his hands were light.

The heat is passed from the fingertips to the heart, and the warm air is conveyed in the cold air.

The housekeeper asked, "Is it cold?"

Sunanzhi took a deep breath.

It tasted a little cold in winter.

The cold wind of hula la poured into the body, as if the body was solidified all of a sudden, and the soul was honestly grounded.

The tip of his nose was frozen red, and his lips were dyed pale.

He wrinkled the tip of his nose and let out a white breath.

"It's so cold."

The butler hugged him.

The hot towel was removed and replaced by the warm embrace of the housekeeper.

He held hands, holding people.

It's like holding a baby.

"I'll change your clothes for you."

Saying that, he opened the cabinet.

"Wow--" a sound.

After the narrow wardrobe was opened, Sunanzhi was stunned.

The butler smiled.

The warm smile is like the spring breeze, and when the long and clear eyelashes are swept over, it seems like the wicker is being blown by the wind.

"Do you like it? My little master."

Rows of complicated princess dresses lifted their corners in the cold wind.

The layers of skirt yarns are like waves, bringing a touch of fragrance.

Sunan Zhi couldn't even close her mouth, and let out the third scream that came here.

Butler brother, no matter what, he is also a boy! !

[Hahaha, scare me! The little friend has a big voice! It's a pity not to participate in "Love Must Be Speak Out Loud". 】

【Butler, what are your hobbies? ? ? ? 】

[Look at scaring the child! 】

[Congratulations to everyone who discovered the treasure live room! ! ! Woohoo, this little young master looks so cute! ! ! Woohoo, my mother asked me why I was watching the video on my knees! Why does the chicken next door lay eggs, all because he is so good-looking! ! ! 】【Did you make a mistake? Really stupid - forced to fall in love on a horror live broadcast? ? ? 】

[I think they both have to die the first night! 】

[Why is the hostility upstairs so heavy? Did you steal the popularity of your cooking! Besides, there are not necessarily ghosts here! 】

[Hee hee~ hee hee~ newcomer, right? Is it another fool? 】

【? ? ? ? 】

[From the show, of course, ghost stories are more popular! 】

[Therefore, there must be some people who can't help... Refining ghosts.

[Everything unreasonable can exist. 】

Sunanzhi's voice was very loud, like a child, with a terrifying soft voice.

The sound insulation in the old apartment building is particularly poor, basically the DO is here, and the whole floor can be heard clearly.

The child screamed suddenly, and screamed so terribly that it was impossible to ignore it.

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The novelist next door had just fallen asleep.

A harsh sound was heard.

He woke up with a start, and his whole body bounced off the bed like a dying fish.

The heavy, damp quilt slid off him, revealing a puffy shoulder.

There was a hint of malice in his expression, and cold sweat broke out on his pale and vain face.

"Hu, hu, hu!"

After a few violent breaths, his empty eyes began to return to the cage.

The focus is on the mottled ceiling.

There.

In the field of vision, a black line is gathering, and then turns into a terrifying skull.

The novelist's face was pale, but he showed a strange smile.

"Hey...it finally appeared."

In a flash.

He was still happy just now, a little crazy.

But in the next second, his expression collapsed, and the fat on his vain face fell.

With a blank face, he lifted the quilt and walked down.

"Shuh", the closed window was opened.

Probe out.

"Why are you calling so loud!!!"

【Then go to property management! ! ! 】

【It's you! ! Are the cherry blossoms in your hometown in bloom? 】

【Quack, what are you all doing! 】

[Da Ga is joking, am I the only one who thinks novelists are scary? 】

[...His face is so bad, he looks like a ghost. 】

[Not sure, there are really ghosts among them. 】

[If there is a ghost, who do you think it is? 】

[Even if it's not a ghost, don't forget that the people who can come to the 888 live broadcast room are all people who have committed serious crimes. 】

[So is the cute little brother you were distressed about just now. 】

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[“Ding Dong! Players in the live broadcast room, in order to build a harmonious, friendly and interesting live broadcast room, the 888 live broadcast room will randomly create surprises for you.”]

["Maybe it's a little surprise, maybe it's a little horror~"]

【"I hope you can..."】

["...hee hee, die here."]

Accompanied by malicious voices.

The players in the live broadcast room shivered.

At the same time, more players slowly raised the corners of their lips.

die here?

What are you kidding?

But Sunanzhi was worried.

He didn't understand the rules of the live broadcast room. After hearing the notification from the main system, the whole person is not very good.

Tears that were not completely dry rolled out again.

The housekeeper thought he was unhappy because he was scolded by the next door.

He gently covered his ears and comforted: "I'm sorry for letting you hear this."

Sunanzhi shook her head, but the tears just fell down.

His watery eyes were swaying with bright tears.

The voice was still a little gruff.

"Then take me out of here."

Sunan Zhi was a little apprehensive about this live broadcast room.

Out of the cub's intuition, he always felt that there would be people he didn't want to face in this live broadcast room.

The housekeeper didn't speak, and moved his fingers from his ear to his eyebrows.

The cold fingers tapped lightly.

As if rejecting his request.

"Bullshit."

After a while, he got up and went to pick clothes for Sunanzhi.

Sunanzhi's watery eyes swayed.

"I don't wear it!"

He doesn't want to wear those messy clothes!

"I'm a boy! No!"

"I am a man!"

He frowned, deliberately pretending to be fierce.

Just be a little bit arrogant and arrogant.

It was probably his small appearance that provoked the butler, and the butler's ice cube face softened.

"These are the girls on the fifth floor. Of course I know you're a... man. Well, you're a man now."

The second half of the sentence, the more you hear it, the more strange it becomes.

Hearing that, Su Nanzhi's cheeks were flushed, as if she had secretly applied pretty rouge.

A pair of eyes are bright and round, and when they stare at people, they are not fierce at all.

Like a little squirrel, with a big beautiful tail swaying restlessly behind it.

The housekeeper found him a red padded jacket.

The color of the padded jacket is very new, it is a dazzling sunset red, the fluffy padded jacket is bulging, the shape is not good, and there are two round white pom-poms hanging from the furry collar.

He picked up the man.

It seemed that she realized that Sunanzhi who was under the quilt was too small, her expression stagnated for a while.

Then turned around to find him panties.

As soon as the window opened, there was a lot of people outside.

Probably dividing pork.

Su Nanzhi held her cheeks and watched the housekeeper holding a clothes fork, turning over the underwear under each piece of clothing-they didn't buy the hangers for underwear and socks separately.

After turning over for a while, the butler put down the clothes fork.

His face was not very good.

Sunan Zhixu was wearing that red cotton jacket.

The whole person is as pretty as a snowflake on the red wall.

His clean and white calves dangled beside the bed, his black suit sat on his shoulders, curling his hair.

The black suit squinted his eyes: ["The **** are gone."]

Sunanzhi repeated: "Yes, the **** are gone again."

He said it accidentally.

The butler looked back at him with a gloomy expression.

The cold wind and snow blowing in, ruffled his meticulous hair.

The Totole Chicken Essence apron presented by the supermarket was blown, making him very funny.

He stared at Su Nanzhi, and once again showed that impatient and uneasy look.

Sunanzhi was shaken inexplicably, and even her slumped waist stood up involuntarily.

He bite the bullet, glared hard at the housekeeper, and kicked the sheet wrapped around his feet.

"Damn! Who moved my panties!"

The housekeeper took away the look just now and explained, "Maybe it fell."

They are on the third floor because it is a very old apartment building, and some long-term tenants have installed anti-theft windows themselves. They are short-term tenants who have just arrived and have not had time to install them.

It was windy and rainy on the third floor, and it all leaned on the window sill and half of the broken sunshade.

It rained two days ago, maybe it blew down.

The butler probed out and looked down.

Sunanzhi put on her coat and tilted her head, looking innocent and naive.

"But, but..."

The tips of his ears turned red.

The butler gave a soft "um".

Sunanzhi said, "...that's the last pair of underwear."

He can't go out naked.

The black suit joked, "Don't be afraid, baby, I'll block it for you."

The butler's expression froze, and the tips of his ears burned.

He pursed the corners of his lower lips, frowned together, clenched his fists, loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened, and finally put it down and said, "You wear mine first."

[Oh, what did I find? 】

[Hee hee hee, the corners of his mouth kept laughing, and my mother asked me why there was a chamber pot on my mouth, because it would go to the sky if I turned it up again! 】

The author has something to say: the adoptive father will appear in this copy, guess who he is