Healing Quick Transmigration: Blackened Male God, Come For a Hug

The fact that Yun Fanfan and Qiao Shiyue are together is known to almost the entire e-sports circle.

After Qiao Shiyue won the game that day, everyone watching the live broadcast witnessed his confession.

Those who are not familiar with the e-sports circle are paying attention to them.

Not to mention anything else, just look at the pleasing faces of these two people, and they look comfortable.

And Qiao Shiyue attracted countless fans during that live broadcast, and his previously slandered video and this live broadcast video were edited together.

By comparison, I discovered that when the real boss is stigmatized, there is no need to argue.

Strength says everything.

It's a pity that they only became a fan of Qiao Shiyue, and Qiao Shiyue retired.

But my girlfriend is the anchor.

Then it means that they still hope to see Qiao Shiyue.

The person who was only holding Qiao Shiyue in his arms, suddenly became a fan.

In the following year, they watched the cloud broadcast in the live broadcast room.

However, some unexpected situations often occur.

Just like now.

After the game is broadcast live, I plan to draw daily.

Qiao Shiyue was outside her room, and the door of the room was not closed. From this angle, she could easily see Qiao Shiyue sitting in the living room.

The weather has turned cold. He is wearing a beige low-neck sweater, which is a looser sweater, which she bought for him last year. As a result, he wears it in autumn and winter in spring.

If it weren't for her to stop, she guessed that Qiao Shi would wear it in the summer.

The sweater is a bit old, and there are some fur **** on the sleeves.

It happened that the more he was dressed by Qiao Shi, the more atmospheric.

Qiao Shiyue's collarbone was just exposed in the air, his left hand propped his head, his gaze swept over inadvertently.

Seeing her set up the drawing board, he suddenly got up and walked into the room.

Yun Fanfan looked at him warily, and the live broadcast room began to riot.

"Ma Ye Moon God is here again."

"I have a bad feeling."

"Everyone left in advance, the live broadcast will not be available today."

Qiao Shi went around behind her, leaned over her ear and asked, "Do you need a model? I can barely make it..."

"No thanks, you can continue reading outside."

"So..."

His eyes were bleak, and his tone dropped.

Yun Fan did not feel distressed at all.

Instead, he became more vigilant.

In the next second, Qiao Shiyue suddenly turned to her and squatted down.

Put your hands on her knees, and put your face on it naturally.

Clouds can only see his white profile face, ear tips and hair behind his ears.

The eyelashes moved up and down, dangling a silhouette.

"I still remember when we met for the first time, you asked me to be your model. I thought you would need me for the rest of your life. I didn't expect that you won't need it so soon. So what can I do for you? May I help you get the color palette? Or something else..."

The great **** standing on the altar spoke in a low voice like a small servant.

Even if the fans in the live broadcast room knew that he would pretend to be pitiful, his heart still softened.

This pitiful tone, ah, I really want to take people in my arms and ravage them.

Yun Fan felt itchy, his hand fell honestly on his face.

Then something happened.

I saw Qiao Shiyue suddenly raised her head and grabbed her wrist.

With the other hand around her waist, she was forced to take it up.

As soon as his body turned, she was pressed onto the computer desk.

His lips were kissed instantly, and oxygen was also taken away.

He kissed for a while, his lips moved down and landed on the artery in her neck.

Muttering like a lover, a hoarse and slow voice sounded in the live broadcast room.

"I like you so much..."

The audience was full of enthusiasm, and one hand stretched out, cutting off the power of the computer accurately.

The picture stopped abruptly and the sound was gone.

A group of spectators almost didn't shout.

Qiao Shiyue's hand fell on the clouded clothes.

The movements are slow, but very regular.

When he unbuttoned the third button, Yun Fan finally reacted.

The hand held his moving hand, trying to stop it, but he took it to another skin.

Warm and smooth.

It's his collarbone.

He raised his eyebrows, slid her hand, and his fingertips sank into his sweater.

Qiao Shiyue grabbed the tip of her ears and said with a smile, "Recommendation, fairness."

Fair...a ghost.