Lu Wanwan felt a little sad after hearing what he said.

[Private chat] Xu He: Why are you suddenly so literary?

[Private chat] Ninth Prince: When your avatars in the friend list are all dark, you will also become literary.

[Private chat] Xu He: Hug you.

[Private chat] Ninth Prince: Forget about hugging, give me another handful of Snowy Silkworm Silk.

...Oh my god, the sadness just now disappeared in an instant!

Lu Wanwan sent him two handfuls of Snowy Silkworm Silk.

[Private chat] Ninth Prince: You finally got online, are you going to play a dungeon?

[Private chat] Xu He: "Slam Dunk" will be premiered soon, I want to contribute to the ratings.

[Private chat] Ninth Prince: Just turn on the TV, no need to watch it yourself.

[Private chat] Xu He: ...What you said makes sense.

While he was recruiting people to form a team, Lu Wanwan took out the remote control to turn on the TV and tuned to the channel broadcasting "Slam Dunk". It was now playing commercials and there were still twenty minutes before it started, so it was barely enough to pass a copy.

Han Jingmo came over after taking a shower and saw Lu Wanwan buried in front of the computer with a serious expression. Her fingers kept clacking on the keyboard, and the boring sound of commercials echoed in the room.

I walked over to take a look and found that she was really addicted to the game. Seeing her game character, Han Jingmo frowned almost imperceptibly, and her eyes were dim and difficult to distinguish.

She should be waiting for Mo Bai to come online.

Han Jingmo rubbed his forehead irritably.

"Don't stand behind me." Lu Wanwan said without raising his head.

"What's wrong?"

"It affects my operation."

"..." Han Jingmo paused and asked, "Why?"

"It distracts me." Lu Wanwan reached out and pushed him, "Go watch your TV. I won't watch the two episodes today without me."

"Don't you want to watch me either?" Han Jingmo's voice was low and a little hoarse.

Lu Wanwan's ears were numb. This was too sexy!

Her fingers that were typing on the keyboard stopped and she looked back at him, "Don't seduce me."

Han Jingmo: "..." No.

On the screen, the Ninth Prince saw that she was not moving, and sent a long string of greetings.

[Team] The Ninth Prince: What are you doing? Are

you stuck? [Team] The Ninth Prince: Damn it! Run quickly, it's a dying rhythm!

[Team] Ninth Prince: Hang in there, Chu He, we just have to go through these last two levels!

Lu Wanwan immediately commanded Chu He to dodge the big boss's attacks, complaining, "You distract me too much."

Han Jingmo: "..." It was still his fault.

Han Jingmo didn't really care about the premiere, and since she didn't watch it, he didn't want to watch it either, so he just stood behind her and watched her play the game.

Lu Wanwan suddenly felt a huge pressure, and her operating level plummeted, not even half of her usual level.

Han Jingmo naturally noticed it, as he had played many dungeons and completed many missions with her before, but he had never seen her like this, and it felt very novel. He had originally planned to watch for a while and then leave, but now he was completely interested and stood behind her motionless.

As a result, Lu Wanwan's operation became even worse.

Han Jingmo was curious and wanted to see how bad she could be.

The more nervous Lu Wanwan became, the worse she became. The worse she became, the more nervous she became, starting a vicious cycle.

The Ninth Prince wailed, accusing her of being a drag and betraying her teammates.

Lu Wanwan wanted to cry: "You make me nervous, stop looking, and go."

Han Jingmo was surprised: "Why are you nervous?"

"I don't know." Lu Wanwan felt very aggrieved.

Han Jingmo sighed, leaned down, held her hand from behind, and tapped the keyboard twice: "Jump back, go here."

He helped Xu He avoid a life-and-death crisis.

After he finished speaking, he stood up.

Lu Wanwan looked at the hand he had held, and touched the ear that was very close to him, then turned around and said, "How can you get up? You should continue."

Han Jingmo: "..."

He leaned over again and taught personally.

Although this affects the hand speed, he is already very strong, and it is more than enough to pass a copy.

The Ninth Prince stopped wailing, but was very confused.

[Team] The Ninth Prince: Did you ask your grandfather to play the game for you? Why is your hand speed like that of a grandfather crossing the road?

Lu Wanwan was not convinced, and after killing the last wave of monsters, he typed a reply.

[Team] Xu He: Not grandpa, but eldest grandfather.

Han Jingmo's eyelids twitched, and he reached out and pinched her soft cheeks.

"What?" Lu Wanwan spoke unclearly.

"Isn't he your boyfriend?"

"..." Lu Wanwan blinked, yelled and rushed over to hug him: "He's my boyfriend, super handsome!"

"You are a pervert." Han Jingmo frowned.

"Who made you so beautiful? I will always like you!"

"Be good." Han Jingmo used force in his hands, lifted her up straight and lifted her feet off the ground, and walked towards the bathroom.

Lu Wanwan smiled and said, "Of course, if someone better looking than you appears in the future, that's another matter."

Han Jingmo's face darkened and he put her down: "Say it again."

"No, no." Lu Wanwan hated herself for being too active in thinking, having too many wild ideas, and having too many messy thoughts. She tried to kiss him in a flattering way.

Han Jingmo reached out and pressed her forehead, pushing her away, and said in a deep voice: "No kissing, go and reflect."

Lu Wanwan looked at him pitifully, but he was indifferent and had no room for maneuver. It

was simply that there was nothing to love in life. If you couldn't kiss Han Meiren, what difference would there be between a life and salted fish!

But Han Meiren was determined not to care about her, and Lu Wanwan walked into the bathroom reluctantly, reflecting while taking a bath.

The result of reflection made her very worried. She liked Han Jingmo because he was handsome. If she met someone more handsome than him in the future...

Lu Wanwan felt that the aura of a scumbag above her head was shining with a different colorful light... He

was too scumbag.

She was so scumbag that she wanted to beat herself up.

Lu Wanwan hurriedly took a shower, rushed out of the bathroom, and rushed to Han Jingmo like a gust of wind, and launched a painful self-criticism: "I was wrong, I was too superficial. Although you look good, you have a bad personality."

Han Jingmo's face became darker.

"Don't be angry, listen to me." Lu Wanwan counted on her fingers: "You have such a bad personality, but I still like you so much, which shows that I not only like your face, but also that I am not superficial." As she spoke, she believed it herself, as if she had opened the door to a new world, and said excitedly: "Do you think what I said makes sense?"

Han Jingmo gritted his teeth: "Just reflect on these things?"

Lu Wanwan put her hands behind her back and lowered her head, like a primary school student listening to a lecture.

Han Jingmo glanced at her white and tender neck, and his lower abdomen felt hot. He reached out and picked her up horizontally and threw her on the soft bed.

Lu Wanwan let out a soft "ah", her eyes suddenly widened, and then she saw Han Jingmo pressing over, and then she felt a slight pain and numbness on the side of her neck.

He bit her.

I even stuck out my tongue and licked it.