Yan Ting was untiing the laces of the bathrobe. Suddenly, he didn't know what he remembered. He looked at his phone screen with his eyes sideways, and a meaningless curve was formed on the corner of his lips, and he spoke in a faint voice.

"It is to be neatly organized and not piled up randomly, of course - it is not allowed to eat."

Chu Ci's eyes widened with the sticky note app, her white and tender calves stretched out, and she kicked slightly.

Why--

It's okay to take a bite with an app.

Isn’t it bullying to not eat a bite?

Yan Ting saw the little guy lying down on his mobile phone screen holding the icon in his arms and rolling away, then opened the note in his arms in anger.

Two super large characters appeared on the screen, with several exclamation marks added to the back.

‘Bad guy!!!’

"Yeah, it's me." Yan Ting raised his eyebrows slightly, turned around and took off his bathrobe, and responded casually.

He put on his pants, put on his shirt without buttoning, turned his head and looked at his mobile phone screen, and saw that the little girl had piled up the apps neatly and placed them in a large folder.

Then she sat aside with a grievance holding the note she had already bitten by her. Her black hair was slightly raised, and her little face was full of depressed expressions.

Extremely unhappy.

It's almost like lying down and rolling around.

Yan Ting sneered in a low voice, his slender fingertips tied his buttons while hanging his eyes, his black wet hair drooped, his face pale and a little thin.

Relying on Chu Ci, who was standing beside him, looked at him, but he still couldn't feel any emotion on his face. He pressed the note icon and then a line of small words appeared.

‘Go and blow your hair.’

"I, no." Yan Ting's light-colored lips opened and closed, and he said two words lightly. In fact, he didn't know what he was in now, but it was a bit subtle, and it felt very interesting to have such a little guy around him, no matter what purpose she had.

‘Yan Ting’s love value is 4, currently -8.’

Chu Ci straightened her waist suddenly, her cheeks bulged, and pointed at him with dissatisfaction. Finally, she hugged her chest with her hands as if she was sulking.

You are not the only one, she doesn’t care if she catches a cold or gets sick.

Then he waved his hand to close the note, held the software that was missing a small mouth in his arms again, then lay down on his phone screen and rolled around, so he was lying still and flicking.

This small look looks extremely cute.

The expression on Yan Ting's face did not change much, but his black eyes were slightly dark, his fingertips poked over the little girl's cheek.

Chu Ci then turned her head to look at him, and shrank to the side with dissatisfaction.

He looked like he didn't want to pay attention to him.

I was so angry with him that I had been pestering him for no reason?

Yan Ting couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, glanced at the time on his phone, stood up and put on his clothes, put his phone with the screen on, and put it in his pocket. When he walked to the door, he saw a hair dryer not far away. He hesitated for a moment, and then he raised his foot and went out directly.

When I drove out of the garage, the little girl on the screen was already asleep and shrank into a ball with the sticky note app.

The rain was still falling outside, drizzling, and the weather was gloomy. The busyness over the past few days made Yan Ting raise his hand and press his eyebrows, and he was indeed a little tired.

Listening to the thunder outside, Yan Ting raised his hand to press the screen of his mobile phone to deactivate.
Chapter completed!