Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

It was already late when he arrived at school, and Feng He was indeed tired. He took a bath and went to sleep.

He continued live streaming intermittently for a few days afterwards and ate spicy hot pot as requested by his fans.

However, the weather has gradually turned cooler in the past few days, so he didn't feel breathless from the spicy food as his fans requested.

Feng He has been avoiding Qi Xu in recent days because she felt a little awkward when she kissed him last time.

He didn't go to Qi Xu to continue eating, nor did he show any courtesy to him, returning to his initial cold attitude.

Feng He deliberately avoided looking at Qi Xu's expression every time, so she didn't know what Qi Xu's expression was.

But the situation tonight was a bit awkward, as there were only him and Qi Xu in the dormitory.

Feng He pretended to be doing nothing, and sometimes he would start a silent live broadcast.

He didn't speak, just ate, with only his mouth showing.

He usually eats seasonal fruits, and then turns off the live broadcast.

Although the number of viewers for this type of live broadcast is not as large as that for his normal live broadcast.

But the number is not small, and most of the comments posted by fans are about Feng He eating cutely, his lips are so beautiful, and they really want to feed him...

There were quite a few tips, all of which said they wanted to feed him and buy him delicious food.

Feng He turned off the live broadcast after finishing today's routine tasks.

He poked his head out from behind the curtain and glanced in Qi Xu's direction. He saw that he was still sitting there, working on the computer.

Feng He suppressed her urge to wear a little skirt, picked up her pajamas and went to the bathroom.

Qi Xu glanced at Feng He vaguely, his eyes falling on his underwear that was hanging on the balcony... and had not been taken back.

Steam was rising in the bathroom, and the person taking a bath was bathing seriously.

Qi Xu waited patiently, and sure enough, after the noise in the bathroom subsided, there was no next move for a long time.

Feng He seemed to have stayed inside and refused to come out.

Knowing the reason, Qi Xu chuckled and kept staring at the bathroom door.

Not long after, the door opened a little, and one could almost see the trembling movements of the person inside.

Feng He poked his head out. He walked a little slowly, but his face showed an anxious expression.

And very embarrassing.

He pretended nothing had happened and went to the balcony to collect his underwear, then suddenly tried to climb onto the bed.

Feng He was wearing his ordinary pajamas, a short-sleeved shirt and very loose shorts.

But Qi Xu knew that he was not wearing anything underneath, so there was a strange expression on his face.

Just a second before Fenghe was about to climb onto the bed.

Qi Xu suddenly spoke up: "You didn't bring any underwear when you took a shower just now, why didn't you ask me to get it for you?"

Feng He seemed not to understand what he said and turned around in a daze.

He opened and closed his mouth, but for a long time no word came out.

Then the expression on his face wrinkled, and he looked very speechless.

Qi Xu seemed to find it amusing and chuckled twice.

He stood up and walked towards Feng He.

He touched the corner of Feng He's eyes, where there was water dripping from his wet hair.

Gathered in the corner of the eye, like a teardrop.

"Your hair is wet, are you sure you want to get on the bed?"

Feng He pinched her lips, not knowing what to say.

Because he felt that... Qi Xu was a little abnormal now...

"If you want to wear underwear, go to the bathroom. Also... there's no one else in the dormitory right now, so if you want to wear a skirt, you don't have to hold it back. It's not like I haven't seen it before anyway."

Feng He: “…”

He was a little skeptical of what he heard, and his face flushed red in an instant. His hair, which was just washed and still wet, looked like it was about to catch fire.

“You… you you——”

Feng He was so bombarded that he really didn't know what to say, and he was no longer able to complain.

With a sigh, he took his underwear and went to the bathroom.

He didn't expect that after he came out, Qi Xu was still staring at him.

"Why aren't you wearing a skirt? Your dark green nightgown looks so good." Feng He's skin looked even whiter like milk.

Feng He looked at Qi Xu with a complicated expression, wondering if he was crazy.

Qi Xu walked over slowly and personally pulled out a green wide-strap nightgown from his bed.

The combination of pure white and dark green is clear yet contains a hint of low-key luxury.

Feng He exhaled and said tremblingly: "I...I won't wear it now."

"Put on."

Qi Xu uttered a word without any emotion from his beautifully shaped thin lips.

Feng He shivered twice, and his thin shoulders shrank like a cat that fell into water.

He looked at Qi Xu, unable to figure out what he was thinking.

"If you don't want to wear it, I don't mind helping you put it on."

Feng He widened her eyes and walked back to the bathroom with light steps.

Before he closed the door, he didn't forget to curse: "Pervert, psychopath, disgusting person, stinky thing!"

But because he was too timid, he closed the door immediately after he finished speaking.

Qi Xu: “…”

Feng He took a long time to come out.

The expression on his face was a little unpleasant, and he was darkly speculating in his heart: Did Qi Xu want him to wear a skirt and then humiliate him...

But it wasn't like that, after he came out, Qi Xu just looked at him and didn't do anything.

Just looking at it. But the look in his eyes was too explicit, as if he was appreciating a work of art.

Feng He felt a little uncomfortable all over. He touched his nose and climbed onto the bed.

"What happened in the bar tonight... just forget about it. If you feel you've been wronged, I can give you some compensation for mental damages."

Feng He thought for a moment before saying this. After he finished speaking, there was no sound in the dormitory for a moment.

It was like being in a fast-flowing vortex, but there was a sense of tranquility in my ears.

Qi Xu was really weird tonight.

Feng He was lying on the bed playing with her cell phone.

Suddenly, a message popped up on his WeChat.

Feng He was a little surprised when she saw that it was Fang Jingran who sent the message.

Why did Fang Jingran send him a message?

I have released him from the blacklist for many days, but I have never chatted with him.

Feng He almost forgot about this person.

He opened the chat box with Fang Jingran.

Fang Jingran: I know you are the host of "I Want a Fairy Tale House".

Feng He froze, his hands typing uncontrollably.

Feng He: Are you sick? You keep talking nonsense to me every day!

Fang Jingran: [Photo] [Photo]

Fang Jingran did not refute Feng He's words, he just sent Feng He two photos.

One of them was the signing information of Feng He as a host, and it contained his real information.

The other photo was taken at an unknown time and showed Fenghe's chin and mouth, which were exactly the same as the chin and mouth that were exposed when the anchor was eating.

Feng He lay on the bed as if dead, breathing hissingly from his mouth, completely frightened.

Fang Jingran actually discovered him so quickly...

Should he continue his live broadcasting career? ! !

Feng He had a look on his face as if he wanted to die. He slowly got up and took his cell phone.

Reply: What do you want to do?

Fang Jingran: Now I have the upper hand over you, are you sure you want to talk to me like this?

Feng He rolled her eyes and changed her tone: Then could you please not tell anyone else about this?

Fang Jingran: That depends on your performance.

Feng He knew there were conditions, and he poked the screen angrily, as if he wanted to poke a hole in the keyboard.

But the reply was like that of a grandson: Okay, then what should I do?

Fang Jingran smiled after receiving the reply. He was very happy and replied with a relaxed look: I haven’t thought about it yet, let’s talk about it later.

This extremely uncertain feeling made Feng He's head explode, and he looked at the phone screen in horror.

I deeply feel that Fang Jingran is a time bomb.