Quick Transmigration: The President of Sick Jiao is fond of and flirted with

Song Chubai didn't understand the implication of Lu Chenhan's words, and he still looked at him in a daze.

At this time, Lu Chenhan had already sat in front of the computer again, continuing to play his game of Xiaoxiao.

Song Chubai learned to behave himself this time, and just sat beside him, obediently not speaking.

Time passed bit by bit, and it was already late at night in a blink of an eye.

Song Chubai's eyelids had already started to fight, his head slowly drooped, and his consciousness was reminding him not to sleep again. With a jolt, he woke up, but his body was too sleepy, and his temporarily awake head began to droop slowly again.

Lu Chenhan had a panoramic view of his little movements.

He wasn't sleepy at all, the later the night, the more energetic he became, and he was a little tired of playing Xiao Xiao Le, so he began to observe Song Chubai.

The appearance of trying to hold on despite being extremely sleepy, rarely caught Lu Chenhan's smile.

He hooked the corner of his mouth, stretched out his hand, and supported his chin when Song Chu's white head drooped again.

Softer than expected.Lu Chenhan half-closed his eyes and thought, and lightly hooked Song Chubai's jaw with his index finger.

Song Chubai felt something strange, woke up suddenly, and looked at Lu Chenhan in a daze.

"Boss Lu?" He called out.

Lu Chenhan responded with a faint "um", but his big hand did not move away from his jaw.

Hooking the index finger lightly, stroking the soft flesh of the jaw, a rare look of enjoyment appeared on his face.

"Very soft."

Quite likable.

Song Chubai inexplicably thought that when he touched his kitten's chin like this, he seemed to think the same way.

Very soft?

He blinked, stepped back a little, and at the same time let Lu Chenhan's hand leave his chin.

"Boss Lu, it's getting late, why not..." Go to sleep.

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lu Chenhan.

"Not what?"

His eyes fell on his jaw, and his fingertips moved slightly, but they only touched a piece of empty air.

His eyes darkened, and the corners of his mouth curled up, "Why don't we sleep together?"

He stood up and looked down at him.

This natural height difference made him more imposing, the light hit him, casting a shadow on Song Chubai's body.

The shadow enveloped Song Chubai, so he could only raise his head and look at Lu Chenhan.

He is against the light, and it seems to be the light itself.

The eyes of the two met in mid-air, and it was unknown who had the upper hand.

Song Chubai blinked, his eyelids gradually became heavy, and he couldn't help closing them.

He tilted his body to the side and lay down on the table like that, at the same time he replied vaguely: "Go to sleep."

Too sleepy, really too sleepy.

Not only was he exhausted physically, but also mentally. He admired himself very much for being able to persist until now.

Song Chubai yawned big and fell asleep in seconds.

Lu Chenhan stared closely at Song Chubai for a full 10 minutes, and after making sure that he was really asleep, the smile on the corner of his mouth faded away.

"Tsk."

With a soft click, he bent down and hugged Song Chubai.

Song Chubai who was asleep was very obedient, his little hands subconsciously wrapped around Lu Chenhan's arm, and hugged him tighter.

Lu Chenhan's eyes sank slightly, and he took a step towards the bedroom.

If you agree to sleep together, then of course you will sleep together.

He was looking forward to what kind of expression this little assistant would have when he woke up tomorrow.

Are you ecstatic, or...

Lu Chenhan curled his lips, and there was a hint of interest in his eyes.