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

Ling Rongge fell silent. He stared at Song Chubai with deep eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

Song Chubai felt a coolness rise from behind when he stared at him like this.

But he persisted!

Song Chubai puffed out his chest on purpose, to support himself.

"There are wins and losses, why is it not considered gambling?" He asked quite confidently.

Ling Rongge: ...

"There is no excitement." His expression was flat, and he didn't care about the bet itself, he just cared about the excitement brought to him at that moment.

"Why not?" Song Chubai snorted softly, "You don't know what the other party will do, you are not sure whether you will win or lose, why is there no excitement?"

Ling Rongge fell silent again.

After a full minute, he sighed deeply, raised his hands and put his back behind his head, "Come on."

"Come on!" Song Chubai rubbed his little hands with excitement.

The two started the first round of rock-paper-scissors.

Rock VS Scissors, this round was won by Song Chubai.

"Win or lose in one game!" Song Chubai said quickly after seeing the result.

Ling Rongge put down his hands, and replied lightly, "Oh."

Song Chubai cleared his throat with a light cough, and then said again: "This time our bet is that I win and you go to sleep."

He stood up, walked to Ling Rongge, looked at him, "Go to sleep."

He looked like he hadn't slept for several days, his eyes were so red that he could play a vampire without wearing colored contact lenses.

Ling Rongge raised his eyes and stared at Song Chubai closely, as if he was looking at something.

After a while, he said "Oh", and then lay down on the sofa, folded his hands on his chest, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

Song Chubai:? ?

Is this falling asleep too fast?

Fortunately, he really went to sleep.

Song Chubai heaved a sigh of relief, went to the side and sat down again, yawned a big yawn, he was too tired, and soon fell asleep on the sofa here.

The room was silent, only the sound of two people breathing lightly.

The sun rose and set, until the night fell again, Ling Rongge woke up from his sleep.

The moment he opened his eyes, he was still in a daze.

The body seemed to gain some kind of relaxation, an unprecedented relaxation.

The memory of last night gradually came back, Ling Rongge propped himself up on the sofa and sat up.

His eyes fell on Song Chubai who was sleeping opposite him, his hands were crossed together, and his thumbs were gently rubbing against the tiger's mouth. He looked at him with a deep expression on his face.

Song Chubai, who was half asleep and half awake, vaguely felt something. Now he woke up from the dream, his eyelashes trembling slightly, he slowly opened his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and saw Ling Rongge staring at him.

He subconsciously raised a big smile.

"You're awake."

Maybe he just woke up, but his voice was still a little soft, and it seemed that he was hiding a little coquettishness.

"What time is it?" Song Chubai asked again.

Ling Rongge raised his eyes and glanced at the time, "Eight o'clock."

"Huh?" Song Chubai glanced at the dark sky outside, "Eight o'clock in the evening?"

Did they sleep all day and all night?

"Yeah." Ling Rongge stood up slowly, with a sense of oppression in his tall body.

He looked at him condescendingly, like a king looking down on the world, with slightly pale lips parted.

"Now, let's talk about where you belong."