If You don't fall in love you'll die

Chapter 11″Daily tasks, special pit host."

Touch! Touch the abdominal muscles?

Ye Chen : “My day|Your grandfather!”

The death system: “Your taste is really heavy.”

Ye Chen is so angry that he wants to tear down the system.

The death system comforts the pure-born brother in the chicken nest: “You should be thankful, fortunately, Ren Jing has abdominal muscles, otherwise……”
Ye Chen pulls the corners of his mouth : “If he doesn’t have abdominal muscles, my mission will not be finished?”

The death system: “You can consider helping him develop his abdominal muscles within 24 hours.”

Ye Chen disapproves: “It is good to have an abdominal muscle as well!”

The death system: “Like you?”

Ye Chen : Life is already hard ah, big brother!

The death system is also afraid of stimulating the host to commit suicide in shame, it slowed down the tone: “This task is not difficult, touching the abdominal muscles between straight men , is it not the same as the girls touching each other’s chest thing?”

Ye Chen is not moved: “You also said it is a ‘straight man’ “. He stressed the tone of the latter two words.

The death system clears its voice and said: “Ren Jing is a straight man, you can also pretend to be a straight man.”

Ye Chen: “Why do I feel that you are fooling me?”

The death system: “How dare I? Smile.”

The smile that he read is too bad! !

Ye Chen couldn’t sleep anymore. He got up and washed, and thought about the task while brushing wih the electric toothbrush in his mouth: he couldn’t give up this task. He has stock, and he couldn’t waste it the next day.

Thinking about the death at 9:55, and it’s too bad to fall into that strange circle.

Abdominal muscles… Touch…

Speaking of it, he seemed to have touched it?

Well, Ye Chen blushed, and after rinsing his mouth, he washed his face with cold water.

After washing his face, Ye Chen looked at himself in the mirror and cheered: “Come on! Chen Ge, You can do it!”

These days, Ren Jing no longer sends him WeChat, and Ye Chen took out his mobile phone and turned it over for a long time. He hesitated to poke his finger.

The death system came up with a sentence: “Let’s give it a shot, not to mention the abdominal muscles, even XX has been touched.’

Ye Chen quietly said: “Are you giving me 100,000 life points?” If that’s the case he really doesn’t mind going to Ren Jing, anyway… that was once.

The death system: “Keep dreaming.”

“Roll,” Ye Chen turned a white eye: “An insincere bastard.”