Chapter 935 I Will Coax You to Sleep in the Future (12)

Feng Qian also drove Feng Mo back to the villa.

After returning to the villa, Feng Mo went back to the room, and before closing the door, he shouted at Feng Qian: "Sister, go to bed early."

"Um."

Feng Qian nodded, and after Feng Mo saw it, he closed the door.

According to the habit of the original owner, after taking a shower, Feng Qian went downstairs to heat a carton of milk, opened it, and poured the milk into a glass.

Drinking milk is also to help sleep.

Feng Qian didn't want to experience the pain of insomnia, it was simply too uncomfortable.

It was only the first day last night, and she had a feeling that she had nothing to love.

The feeling of wanting to sleep but not being able to fall asleep is so torturous.

Feng Qian walked back to the room holding the glass and sat on the bed.

After drinking all the milk, he lay on the bed and covered himself with the quilt.

Feng Qian put on the earphones, opened the app, and clicked on Cibai's homepage.

She was a little surprised to find that Ci Bai actually turned on the live broadcast.

There may be a difference between the recorded voice and the real voice. Yan Ci's voice is very similar to CV Ci Bai's, but Feng Qian is not sure if they are the same person.

But no matter what, the voice of this CV called Cibai can really help her fall asleep.

The wind is light and enter the live broadcast room.

Now the number of people listening online is 20, and the cumulative number of people is also 20.

Looks like it just started airing.

The fans of Cibai are still relatively sticky. As long as Cibai is on the air, they will definitely click in and listen to it when they see it.

Even if Cibai never interacts with fans and only talks about himself, it does not affect these voice controllers' liking for Cibai's voice.

Fans of Cibai were chatting in the live broadcast room, one message after another.

Feng Qian had just entered, so she sent a message.

Qianfeng: What story is Cibai Dada telling now?

Fallen Leaves Zhiqiu: x-on:流风, little brother Cibai is talking about selling little matches for girls.

Cotton Candy: x-on:潜叶知秋, what kind of black fairy tale are you talking about, and Ci Baida is talking about a little girl selling matches.

…

The fans in the live broadcast room are very active, chatting while listening.

Feng Qian didn't read the information on it again, just turned off the screen and put it next to the pillow.

She raised her hand and turned off the light in the room.

In a dark and silent environment, people will become particularly sensitive to sound.

Cibai never intentionally seductive, his voice is clean and clear, like being kissed by an angel, his ears are not so crisp, it will make people relax physically and mentally.

After Feng Qian finished listening to the little match girl, there was a slight sound of pages turning in the earphones, and the man coughed lightly, as if taking a sip of water.

The sound of the man's Adam's apple rolling when he drank water was faintly heard.

That voice, inexplicable, was a bit teasing.

Feng Qian blinked his eyes.

He touched the phone beside him, clicked on it, and looked at it.

Seeing the gift swiping on the screen, she clicked on the sign of the gift, and finally sent a castle with 9999 diamonds.

For this software, 100 diamonds are converted into RMB 10, which is equivalent to a gift of 999.9 yuan for her.

This amount of money is not much for the original owner.

In the live broadcast room, some Aite thanked her, and some Aite said that the local tyrant hugged his thigh, and they were all loyal fans of Cibai.

After a while, Ci Bai began to tell the next story.

He wouldn't introduce what story he was telling, but after listening to Feng Qian for a while, he knew that what he was telling was the story of Princess and the Pea.

Feng Qian closed her eyes and listened quietly.

Halfway through the story, she felt drowsy, and with the pleasant voice of the other party, she fell asleep without knowing it.

Very stable.

After Yan Ci finished telling the last story of Little Red Riding Hood, he unplugged his earphones and charged his phone.

The hot water on the bedside table was already cold, so he got up and poured himself another cup of hot water, drank it slowly, and moistened his throat.