"Yes, yes, yes. I was so drunk that I couldn't concentrate on work the whole afternoon. It was like I knew what was going to happen next."
What kind of people are they?
Feng Luo looked at them coldly, took these meaningless words into consideration, and quickly threw them behind his head. Then he pursed his lips and sneered.
Feng Luo was in a good mood every time he posted, but after reading the comments, he suddenly felt bad and threw the communicator in his hand aside.
The Interstellar Network was also shut down.
Just pretend out of sight, out of mind. Close your eyes and rest even if you can't sleep.
Then suddenly there was a very slight ding-dong sound in my ears.
He opened his eyes instantly, and his azure eyes reflected the light of the starry sky on the ceiling in the dark night.
Feng Luo squinted his eyes and turned his head to look over, took the lit communicator in his hand, and then saw the message on it.
From Chu porcelain.
His heart skipped a beat.
He pursed his lips and glanced at his watch.
Her brows furrowed again instantly. It was already this late, what else was she doing instead of sleeping?
Thinking of this, he raised his hand and opened the message.
But there was no text in it, but a voice message.
My heartbeat suddenly quickened.
Feng Luo was a little confused about what he was feeling right now.
only……
He didn't listen to the voice message for the time being and quickly opened the interstellar network that he had just closed not long ago.
OP: She just sent me a voice message.
'You come again? This night is not over, is it?'
"Can't you just send it all at once so I can eat this hot melon in one sitting?"
"No, as a person in the main and auxiliary departments, is it okay for you to sleep so late? Don't you feel like you can't get enough rest?"
"The one upstairs, who can't get enough rest, is an ordinary person. The main and auxiliary humans are not that weak - from a main battle who has to play games with his wife every night."
"I envy the guy upstairs for having a wife."
"Voice? What voice? Are you really not dreaming? The kind where you sleep for a while and wake up for a while, and then you imagine a senior girl in your imagination?"
After sending this message, Feng Luo changed the page in front of him and returned to the message that Chu Ci sent him.
Click on the voice message with your fingertips.
The girl's soft, deliberately low voice rang out over there.
"I've been reading so late that I forgot to say goodnight. I'm going to rest now, have a good sleep."
It only took a few seconds.
'Feng Luo's love value +3, currently 36.'
Feng Luo lowered his eyes and watched, the teardrop mole at the corner of his eye appearing and disappearing under the flickering light of the communicator.
Then he tapped his fingertips and played the recording again.
Feng Luo: Yes.
Feng Luo: Go to bed quickly.
Then he jumped back to his own post which was still under heated discussion.
OP: She said goodnight to me.
"Even if it's made up, I feel sore and crying now."
"I sense a strong sense of showing off, and you clearly didn't have such an attitude towards me before!"
'The one upstairs, I'm also a witness!'
This time, Feng Luo logged out of the interstellar internet. He was in a rare good mood, with the corners of his lips slightly curved. He lay on his side and placed the communicator beside him.
His fingertips were placed on the communicator, tapping the play button.
The voice was gentle and clear, calming the subtle irritability in his heart.
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