Chapter 121: Chapter 121 What is the drawing? Chapter 121: Chapter 121 What is the drawing? “Alright, alright, let’s start, let’s start the second round. The production team better not mess with us again, oh! Make it something simple.”
Messing with them is exactly what we do.
“Let’s go! The second round begins!” the director shouted. Li Xingwan and Fu Chengzhou put on their blindfolds again.
It was complete darkness before their eyes. The kind where you can’t see anything at all!
“Here I come.” Little Mobao said as he crouched down behind Li Xingwan. His little finger had just touched her back when, after glancing at the drawing provided by the production team, his eyelid twitched.
East African Baboons!!
Not even monkeys would do.
The online audience in the live stream saw the twitch of Little Mobao’s eyelid and started guessing what it might be.
This time the production team was deliberately pulling a fast one, so they didn’t let the live audience see it in advance.
Instead, they would reveal it later and have them guess along, increasing the live stream’s engagement with comments.
To keep breaking that engagement record.
So, what everyone could see was just the rough outline that Little Mobao drew on Li Xingwan’s back.
“Mommy, did you get it?” Little Mobao asked affectionately after he finished drawing. “It’s okay if you didn’t remember.”
Anyway, it was already game over.
Li Xingwan’s mouth twitched. “Kiddo, we should at least have some desire to win.”
Little Mobao shrugged his shoulders, “Competitive spirit doesn’t help much, Mommy.”
You can’t beat the production team anyway.
“Look at your mommy’s skills!” Li Xingwan took off her blindfold and approached Fu Chengzhou.
Since they were both adults, there was no need to crouch down. So Li Xingwan could just go ahead and draw.
Just as her finger landed, it curled up. Oh my goodness!
The lines of Fu Chengzhou’s back were just too lethal. She must have been too nervous last night to appreciate them properly.
No wonder she felt that the arm Fu Chengzhou wrapped around her last night was extremely powerful.
It set her heart racing “thump thump” and made her too hot to sleep for a long time.
These parent-child games by the production team really are quite intimate.
You get to understand both inside and out.
“Mrs. Fu.” Fu Chengzhou suddenly called her.
“Huh?” Li Xingwan reacted after a moment and belatedly blushed, immediately starting to move her fingers.
Li Xingwan’s mind was in turmoil, and so was Fu Chengzhou’s.
What was she drawing?
All she could think about were the lines of Fu Chengzhou’s back muscles.
“Eh, just guess for yourself. It roughly looks .” Li Xingwan had forgotten how Little Mobao drew it at first but then remembered and drew it again. “It’s roughly . This is how Little Mobao drew it.”
How did she start playing the blame game now?
“I’m dying of laughter, Little Mobao is seriously questioning his life now.”
“How did blaming me come into play when we’re facing a loss?”
“Might as well send them to a couples show later on.”
“Now, please, Mr. Fu, tell us the answer,” the voice of the director from the production team said.
Fu Chengzhou recalled for a moment what exactly Li Xingwan had just drawn on his back and looked meaningfully at Li Xingwan’s face.
Li Xingwan, feeling guilty, turned her gaze away.
Goodness me, all her attention had been on the lines of Fu Chengzhou’s back, giving her a full sense of power.
Only now did she slightly understand the saying about a man’s shoulders being able to bear the weight of his wife and child.
A back wide enough and noble.