[MTL, BL] Run With The Ball in an Escape Game (Unlimited Streaming)

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This time, Jing Huan didn't plan to waste the two days resting in the dormitory. People looked for it and got angry, and he was too tired to play.

Jing Huan decided to spend the 48 hours comfortably in his room, lying on the bed, calling out a few parenting classics, with food and drinks piled beside the bed. Play a game when you have time to spare, and there is no one who is beside him forcing a cold drink, can't drink, and the game has radiation. It's simply not more fun.

"Dong Dong." The door was knocked again.

Jing Huan got up and opened the door, and saw a delicate little cake placed at the door of the house, and there was a small envelope with a heart drawn on it.

You don't have to think to know who put it here.

Jing Huan called for a more beautiful ice cream cake with his backhand, and then closed the door and continued to lie gracefully on the bed.

"Dong dong dong." After more than half an hour, the door rang again.

Hehe, that idiot again?

He was lazy and waited until the knocking on the door stopped and closed his eyes to get ready to sleep.

"Dong dong dong."

Jing Huan suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Mengmeng, go collect the interest!"

Suddenly, a cloud of black air flew out of him, and flew directly towards the door fiercely, and then "bang" The door slammed open immediately.

But there was no one outside the door, only something new appeared on the ground.

"Huh?" Mengmeng looked at it strangely, and finally picked up the pile of things at the door and flew back to the room.

Jing Huan saw the small bag Mengmeng was holding from a distance, but he couldn't order the things his daughter brought back. Can only let Mengmeng hold it and put it on the bed.

He looked at the pretty little bag.

Ok? blue? my favorite color? Is this restoring a little memory or just a coincidence? Coincidentally, the probability is more likely, and the memory is restored, and that person will definitely rush over to tell him.

Reaching out to open the small bag, Jing Huan was stunned when he saw what was inside.

It was a cute pink dessert, a bit like Shui Xin Xuan cake, but with some differences. This thing is quite special. It is my favorite dessert. The taste is cold and sweet, and it melts in the mouth.

Moreover, only Ying Mutian can make it, this dessert is obviously made by him, and every time he puts the red plum blossom on the top in the wrong place.

Just happened to be blue and now his favorite food, what the hell is going on with that guy?

Jing Huan raised his hand and summoned it, but the same dessert did not appear. Maybe there is no way to summon something that only an individual can make. He looked at the desserts lying quietly in the blue box, and the scent of fragrance wafted out.

Do not eat white do not eat.

He picked up a small fork and ate the dessert in a few bites. After eating, go to the quilt and sleep.

The knocking on the door was no longer annoying, and I slept comfortably, and the sunlight from outside shone into the room. Jing Huan walked to the small balcony and sat down, and began to relax in the sun.

After more than a day in such a decadent manner, Ying Mutian didn't look for him again, just put desserts on the door of his room or on the windowsill every once in a while. But what is strange is that Song Tong's little fat man has never come to him.