On the other side, after taking a bath with Qiao Xinyan, Ying Chanxi took his best friend to bed.

The two of them were lying on the bed, preparing to talk before going to bed.

"Xixi, you really like dolls." Qiao Xinyan looked at the giant panda doll on the bed, as well as Pikachu and Doraemon on the bedside table, and suddenly exclaimed, "Some boys in the class said you like these before, and I still have some

Don’t believe it.”

Although Qiao Xinyan has been here as a guest before, she has never entered Ying Chanxi's bedroom. This is the first time she has seen these dolls, which is a bit novel.

"I don't like it that much either." Ying Chanxi whispered, but she still silently hugged the panda doll next to her tightly.

"Can I hug you?" Qiao Xinyan looked at the furry appearance of the panda doll and was a little moved, so she couldn't help but ask.

But what she didn't expect was that Ying Chanxi immediately held the panda dolls away from her, and whispered: "This, this one won't work, you can hold the two on the bedside table."

"That's it." Qiao Xinyan was slightly surprised, but seeing how precious she was, she didn't have the nerve to ask for it again.

So she reached out and took Pikachu and Doraemon on the bedside table to the bed, touched their heads, and then said with some confusion: "Xixi, why do I feel that these two dolls are a bit old? It feels like I bought them a long time ago, right?

"

"Uh... um... yes, yes."

Ying Chanxi smiled awkwardly, not knowing how to reply.

After all, domestic violence is always common, so it would be strange if it doesn't get old.

And when I thought about this evening, I saw Yan Zhusheng in the piano room almost hugging Li Luo while teaching him how to practice guitar.

Then I thought about when playing games at night, Yan Zhusheng pinched Li Luo's face and put lipstick on him.

And later when they were playing hide and seek, Yan Zhusheng squeezed into Li Luo's arms and fell onto Li Luo again. Ying Chanxi pursed her lips immediately.

So under Qiao Xinyan's gaze, Ying Chanxi subconsciously raised his fist and punched Pikachu four times on the head.

Then she changed her mind and punched Doraemon.

"Xixi...why do you want to hit them?"

"It's soft and feels good. Xinyan, you can try it too," Ying Chanxi said with a bluffing face.
Chapter completed!