Luo Ling looked up and said cheerfully.
"Honey, you're here! Want to play PUBG?"
The fire that had been raging suddenly went out in a flash.
He exhaled a deep breath and walked over with a cold face.
I only realized it when I got closer.
Because the sofa was low and the table was slightly high, it blocked their phones from view.
The two weren't leaning close together; they were just huddled together.
Play! Games!
Wen Qi wiped his face hard.
My feelings are complicated.
"Quick, the enemy is behind you, fire!"
Luo Miao excitedly grabbed the person next to her with her hand, her eyes not even having time to look away from the screen.
Yami's fingers flew like a blur as she shouted.
"You should get back on defense! I'm about to be ambushed and killed by that trash! Oh crap, you're the trash who ambushed me!"
The fans immediately started swearing.
He manipulated his character to leave quickly.
Luo Ling, feeling guilty after being called trash, pouted slightly.
I was having so much fun playing the game that everyone I saw was an enemy.
Cough cough cough...
"Wait, something's not right, how did I die?"
The fan stared blankly at the "GAMEOVER" message on the screen, completely bewildered.
Luo Ling was equally bewildered.
He's about to take down that little brat on the other side.
Suddenly, the phone screen went black.emmm...
"Can I file a complaint against Midu and get them to compensate me for the game?"
She glanced at the person beside her and said wistfully, "Or, could you ask Midu to compensate me with some money?"
Yami immediately straightened his face and expressed his agreement in a righteous and righteous manner.
"That's a great idea, make the call right away."
Luo Miao silently handed over the phone.It was pitch black.
Yami: "..."
The two of them cried out at the same time the next second.
"yeah?"
Looking at the lit-up screen and the loaded game page.
They looked at each other in bewilderment.
"Damn it, these little bitches actually reported us! Yami, hurry up, get into the game and crush them!"
Luo Ling instantly turned into a volatile temper.
Then his screen went black again.
What the hell?!
"Luo Xiaoling, you've got some nerve."
Wen Qi, his face dark, held the power plug he had just unplugged and gritted his teeth as he spoke.
That little rascal.
My chest hurts.
Luo Ling quietly raised her head and looked at the man with a gloomy aura.
As soon as she dropped her phone, she pounced on it like a swallow returning to its nest.
She hugged his waist and called out sweetly."Honey, when did you arrive? Why didn't you call me?"
Wen Qi: "...I seem to remember that you greeted me when you came in."
Luo Lingxiao's eyes widened suddenly. "Really? I don't remember?"
The conversation shifted abruptly, and the blame was shifted.
"I must be angry at those trash players in the game. My head hurts. Honey, can you massage it for me?"
He took Wen Qi's hand and placed it on his head.
She looked at him expectantly and obediently.
Wen Qi felt the pain in her chest intensify.
What to do when your little rascal is too cute to handle?
Sigh, I guess I'll just have to spoil them.
He pulled the person to sit on the sofa.
Resigned, I pressed his forehead.
Luo Miao nestled in the man's arms, a sly glint in her eyes.
Holding my phone, I continued my quest to play terrible games.
When you're thirsty, someone brings you water; when you're hungry, someone feeds you snacks.
If you lose, someone will help you get revenge.
When someone gets insulted, another person responds.
They were living a life of pure decadence and debauchery.
The fans, filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred, strongly despised Luo Miao's decadent and dissolute life.
They really know how to enjoy life.
May he be blessed day and night!
'Knock knock knock'
The door to the private room was suddenly knocked on and then pushed open from the outside.
The floor manager walked in with a smile, "Young Master Luo, your Phoenix Dance is here."
Women dressed in revealing outfits emerged one after another from behind the manager.
Luo Miao's heart tightened suddenly.
Oh no.