Tomb Raider: I Became the Young Master of the Crescent Hotel

Yin Qiumu held the teacup with a look of surprise, but his eyes were fixed on Wuxie. He always felt that Wuxie was holding his fart.

Wuxie showed off his best acting skills in his life, blinking innocently and looking particularly cute.

Yin Qiumu looked at the teacup in his hand suspiciously and sniffed it.

The snow-capped top is green!

I looked around carefully again. Well, there was no incense burner, nothing that emitted any smell, and no weapons.

"No, Wuxie, why are you so attentive? Do you have something to ask of me?"

Wuxie nodded obediently, "Well, so drink it quickly, otherwise I would be embarrassed to ask you for help."

Yin Qiaomu felt relieved. "Hey! What's the big deal? I thought you were going to poison me. I was scared to death."

Yin Qiumu was indeed a little thirsty, so he took a sip.

"Tell me, what can I do for you?"

Wu Xie saw that he really drank it, and smiled harmlessly, but what he said was a bit explicit.

"What happened to your neck?"

Yin Qiumu was choked by the question and couldn't stop coughing.

His face flushed red, Wu Xie calmed him down and said, "Drink slowly, why are you in such a hurry?"

Yin Qiumu calmed down and thought that there was nothing to hide, so he just laid it out.

"Ask, ask, ask! What are you asking? Why do you have so many questions?"

Wu Xie came closer and said, "That's not what I want to ask. What I want to ask is..."

Yin Qiumu turned to look at him. Wuxie came a little too close, so Yin Qiumu tilted his head back awkwardly.

Wuxie, with an innocent face, said the eight words that Yin Qiumu was most familiar with.

Yin Qiaomu's eyes widened. "Fuck!"

Wu Xie grabbed Yin Qiaomu's hand, but Yin Qiaomu shook it off with a knife and said, "I can't beat you, a boiled chicken!"

Wuxie was not in a hurry. He just supported himself on the bed with his hands and watched Yin Qiumu walk towards the door.

Wu Xie's mouth corners slowly raised

"1..."

Yin Qiaomu took the first step...

"2..."

Yin Qiaomu walked to the door...

"3..."

Yin Qiumu grasped the door handle, but suddenly he felt weak all over and collapsed to the ground.

Wuxie stood up and walked over, Yin Qiaomu looked up at him.

"Tea?!"

Wu Xie laughed a little crazy, "Why?! We are childhood sweethearts, we grew up together!"

"Mumu! If we can get wet in the snow together one day, we can grow old together in this life!"

"You promised me! How could you forget?"

"Except me! I am the most qualified!"

Wuxie's eyes were filled with red bloodshot, looking a little scary.

Wuxie frowned and looked down at him, which made Yin Qiumu feel scared.

When Wuxie goes crazy, it's really scary.

His eyes were red, and although he was smiling, he had a strong aura.

He suddenly picked up Yin Qiumu from the ground.

Wuxie looked down at him and stroked him with his hand, "I'll cover it..."

"Mingming, I'm the one who's been with you the longest."

"Mumu, we are going to grow old together."

Yin Qiaomu couldn't help but say, "My hair is quite white now, why don't you dye it too?"

It was obviously not funny, but Wuxie doubled over with laughter, “Hahahaha! No! You’re right! This is not right!”

Yin Qiumu looked at him in disbelief. Is Wuxie crazy?

"If white hair can be replaced by snow, why would there be bitter people in the world? I am so miserable! I don't want to get wet in the snow with you. Please have pity on me. I am really... so sad."

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With a pure and harmless face, it is really, to borrow the words of Fatty.

Wiping your butt with gauze—you’re really good at it!

Don't forget to read this! Auditor! Please help! I have deleted it!

Yin Qiaomu woke up in the early morning with a groggy head.

"No~"

Yin Qiumu's voice was a little hoarse. The tea was very strong and Yin Qiumu still couldn't use any strength.

He was so angry that he laughed and cursed, "Damn, this is more powerful than Xiaohua's incense burner!"

"well enough?"

Yin Qiumu shook his head. He still had to prepare for the Changbai Mountain affairs. It was his fault that he had to deal with a childhood friend who loved to run around so much, so he couldn't just ignore him.