You From The Game

    His room number is my wife.

    Thousands of barrages flashed instantly.

    【Fuck, Lulu is so serious, are you still the sand sculpture deer I love? 】

    [Wait for this attitude...]

    [It's an object! This attitude is definitely the object! ! Such a nice voice, even if it's a girlfriend, I'll bend her too! 】

    【Ah, ah, ah, Lulu is jealous. I must have been jealous just now. Why do all the people I love have objects of loneliness in the world...]

    […]

    After Lu Hui finished speaking, he stopped watching the barrage, looked back at Xia Qiu, and laughed, "What's the matter."

    Lu Hui didn't know what kind of fake makeup she was doing, her face was white and scary, her eyebrows were very long and thin... but only one side was drawn.

    "What are you painting?" Xia Qiu asked with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

    Lu Hui turned off the microphone and said solemnly to Xia Qiu, "A vitriolic noble lady."

    Xia Qiu imagined it out of thin air and shook his head, "I can't imagine it."

    "Of course, I'm so cute." Lu Hui smiled, and the woman who was not mean at first turned into a cute little girl with makeup.

    After she finished speaking, she turned around again, ignoring a lot of requests to open the microphone on the barrage, and began to continue drawing.

    Of course she didn't forget.

    She just…

    I don't want Xia Qiu's voice to be heard.

    Xia Qiu is so good, she wants the whole world to know it, but if the whole world knows that Xia Qiu is so good, if someone comes to rob her, she will feel sour.