The host wants to be human today

Chapter 902 Telling My Identity I Scared You To Death 15
Because she couldn't touch his clothes, the little girl didn't move after tugging for a long time, so she couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

Then silently stuffed her little hand under his clothes.

Even though he knew he would never touch him, Song Lizhao still pursed his lips a little uncomfortably.

After such a short period of time, Li Tang had found a comfortable position, and she was about to go to sleep with her small body shrunk.

Well, his sweater looks very warm, just right to cover his stomach.

Thinking about it, she couldn't help raising her head and looking at him eagerly.

"Can you, burn me a sweater like this."

The boy paused for a moment, and asked with some doubts.

"So you can wear it?"

The little girl groaned and shook her head.

"I don't know, and I haven't tried it."

Song Lizhao lowered his eyes subconsciously, stared at the little girl's face for a while, and then looked away.

Just when Li Tang was about to ask, he heard him speak.

"Well, let's go back and try it for you."

The little girl nodded her head in satisfaction, then raised her hands and rubbed her eyes, planning to go to sleep.

A few people not far away watched this scene and couldn't help muttering.

"Brother Zhao, are you still communicating with that ghost?"

"Why do I listen, it seems that the names have been exchanged? What are you talking about burning? Seriously, don't you think it sounds like you are cheating..."

As far as Brother Zhao's tone is concerned, it's a little too gentle.

Could it be that he really betrayed his hue? !

Thinking of Yu Wenfei's eyes, he stared at the young man involuntarily with awe.

Woooooo Brother Zhao really paid too much for them.

The others thought about it, and somehow felt that it made sense, so they secretly made suggestions.

"Why don't we find time tomorrow to take Brother Zhao to see a psychiatrist?"

"I think a psychiatrist may be useless. If such a thing really exists, and only Brother Zhao can see it, wouldn't it be easy to get dirty, or should we hire a Taoist priest?"

"That makes sense, then I'll contact you when I get back tomorrow, don't tell Brother Zhao about this."

Just as he was talking, he saw that the young man seemed to have finished communicating, and leaned back on the sofa carelessly.

Several people fell silent unconsciously, and looked him over carefully.

Sensing everyone's gaze, the boy narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression unclear.

So the few people turned their eyes away, each found a corner to shrink up, and pretended to yawn.

"It's late, go to bed quickly, you have to go on your way tomorrow."

After tossing all night and being terrified, not long after saying this, everyone really slowly fell asleep.

The rain outside the window was still falling non-stop, with no signs of slowing down, and it was accompanied by thunder and lightning from time to time.

A few flashlights were placed on the table, barely illuminating this corner.

In the dim light, Song Lizhao was lazily leaning on the sofa, playing with a lighter between his fingers.

He was born slender, even though it was a one-seater sofa, those long legs still couldn't fit, and could only be slightly bent.

The silver lighter was twirling at his fingertips, slightly refracting the light of the flashlight, reflected in the cold eyes, very beautiful.

Because he was worried that everyone else would fall asleep, the boy didn't fiddle with it, he just played with it like this.

Then, a soft white hand came towards him, but due to physical reasons, it went straight through.

Song Lizhao paused with his fingertips.

He glanced sideways, looking at a certain figure sleeping beside him.

The little girl was originally a little far away from him, but at this moment she unknowingly fell asleep next to him, next to him.

(End of this chapter)