In the next time, Song Ci didn't dare to chat with Chu Rong.

The ghost knows what other embarrassing situations arise.

But let's not chat, it's too boring again.

Therefore, Song Ci made an unreasonable request.

"It's so boring, tell me a story." In the darkness, Song Ci's lips curled up quietly.

"Good." Chu Rong immediately agreed.

Song Ci was a little surprised.

Unexpectedly, Chu Rong agreed so easily.

Song Ci also thought that if Chu Rong didn't agree, she would ask Chu Rong on the condition that Chu Rong gave her.

It just didn't expect that Chu Rong would actually agree to that.

Although surprised, since Chu Rong agreed, she didn't need to say anything.

Be quiet and wait for Chu Rong to speak.

In fact, Song Ci is not only very fond of cartoons in this world, but also very fond of novels and cartoons.

However, there are too many words in a novel, and it is too troublesome to turn pages.

The same goes for anime.

Therefore, cartoons that only need to be played once have become Song Ci's favorite.

I have to say that when Song Ci is willing, she can be very patient.

"What do you want to hear? Grimm's fairy tale, Cinderella?" Chu Rong asked.

In other words, he doesn't know this.

He couldn't tell stories or anything.

However, he can go to a certain degree.

Hmm, didn’t you say something? Just click on Baidu and you will know it!

"It's okay." Song Ci didn't choose. Anyway, it was Chu Rong who told the story, not her.

Chu Rong thought for a while, and said, "Then I will tell you about the arrogant Jianghu."

"Good." Song Ci agreed.

"The gentle breeze smokes the willows, and the fragrance of flowers is intoxicating. It is the season of spring in the southern country.

Ximen Street, Fuzhou, Fujian Province..." Chu Rong's cold voice sounded and began to tell.

Song Ci listened quietly, and a story unfolded slowly in the boy's cold voice.

Listening to the story, Song Ci breathed more and more evenly, and the voice heard in his ears became more and more blurred until it disappeared.

"Song Ci?" Chu Rong whispered.

No response.

"Asleep?" Chu Rong's voice became louder.

Still no response.

Chu Rong confirmed that Song Ci was asleep.

Seeing Song Ci asleep, Chu Rong sighed lightly.

Get up from the bed and sit on the bed.

Chu Rong looked at Song Ci, who was sleeping, by the light of the street lamp outside the window.

The mood thief is complicated.

How complicated is it, that's the kind, he has become the kind of little milk dog that others keep.

There is nothing to love.

At this moment, Chu Rong felt that if he was really a girl, could Song Ci give him a name or something.

But unfortunately, he is not.

So, as a boy, should he be cheeky and ask for a position?

Chu Rong suddenly felt that it was necessary!

After thinking about this, Chu Rong felt that his mood improved immediately.

So, go to sleep.

Well, before going to bed, you should give Song Ci a goodnight kiss.

Chu Rong leaned down, hesitated for a long time, and gently kissed Song Ci's white forehead.

After giving Song Ci a goodnight kiss, Chu Rong's mood became more happy.

Lie back on the bed, Chu Rong closed his eyes, ready to sleep seriously.

Then, two seconds later, Chu Rong's eyes opened again.

sigh.

Then he took the hand of someone who had put it on his neck and put it in the quilt.

At this moment, Chu Rong doubted whether Song Ci was really asleep or not.

Because of this hand, it was too accurate, and it happened to be on the neck.