I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Faced with the terrible oppressive feeling created by the two giant Buddhas, Chen San was suddenly scared to death. He felt that he was extremely small in his life.

When he was about to be beaten by the two of them, he took a screenshot of the chat history on his tablet, enlarged it, and put it in front of them.

"really."

His fingers tapped the screen, making two "dong dong" sounds.

Bending down and scanning ten lines at a glance, Ye Zhao was sure that what he said was true and that it was indeed written like that.

But he would never do that.

absolute.

After he finished reading, Zhou Xin reached out and took the tablet in his hand, his calm gaze falling on the line of text.

After looking at it for a minute, he threw the tablet to Chen San.

Chen San's heart tightened. He caught it quickly and ran away.

After a few seconds, he ran back like a flash and closed the door with an expression that said "don't look at anything inappropriate."

Ignoring the sound of the door closing, Zhou Xin approached Ye Zhao slowly.

His handsome facial features, which were not tainted by the mundane world, were now cold, and his eyes were like a lake, without the slightest ripple.

As they approached, the chains jingled excitedly, a joyful and melodious sound, and the light shone brightly.

It glowed under the rose-shaped crystal chandelier overhead, playfully reflecting on their faces.

As the distance between the two of them shortened, the strange and gloomy atmosphere suddenly became like a river of spring water that was disturbed, causing ripples to appear in all directions.

Noticing the increasing coldness emanating from Zhou Xin and a gloomy cloud covering his angular face, Ye Zhao felt a wave of regret, unable to take it. "...Uh, you can't... This won't work. We can think of another way."

Zhou Xin seemed to be deaf to his words, her dignified and indifferent face reminded people of the red winter plum blossoms with transparent icicles covering their branches, so cold and beautiful.

"There's no time." Zhou Xin clasped his shoulders tightly with his slender and powerful hands.

The sexy Adam's apple rolled slightly and he leaned over.

Ye Zhao cried out inwardly that something was wrong and stepped back instinctively. His knee hit something hard and he thought he had found support, so he leaned back with confidence. However, there was nothing behind him.

This retreat was so lonely that the whole person fell backwards reflexively.

As he fell, the five chains collided, producing seductive notes, and even triggered a chain reaction, pulling the owner of the other end of the chain forward.

Thus, the following scene appeared:

The radiant Ye Zhao fell onto the sofa carved with orchids, and Zhou Xin, as intoxicating as the cold winter snow, fell on him...

The five chains knocked against the edge of the sofa and scattered in a disorderly manner, making a sound like silver bells.

The heartbeats sound like the beating of gongs and drums, and the breathing sounds like the entanglement of hair between lovers.

The scent of ambergris and bitter orange complement each other, confusing the sense of smell.

The clear eyes, unguardedly reflected in Zhou Xin's deep pupils, reminded him of the gurgling spring water, which was so beautiful.

Ye Zhao's breathing stagnated. He wanted to look away, but gave up when he saw those strangely familiar eyes.

Six years took away many things, including everything that had happened to them. It was like an eraser, making the memories blur and disappear like the handwriting on a book.

Painful things are so painful that we resolutely choose to forget them.

These little bits of sweetness, having been bitter for so long, were savored with the same care as precious candies.

"Perhaps what you said makes sense, we've met before?"

Zhou Xin slowly moved closer with his smooth and full forehead, touched his forehead against his, and asked blankly.

The bitter and hoarse voice brought Ye Zhao back to his senses and he forced himself to calm down.

"Mr. Zhou, are you trying to strike up a conversation with me?" Ye Zhao asked with a hint of joking.

If you say I know you, then I know you, and if you say you don’t know me, then you don’t know me?

late.

Zhou Xin lowered his eyelids, and when he opened his eyes, the trance and confusion dissipated like clouds and mist.

"We must try the unlocking method." Zhou Xin seemed to have made an important decision.

Ok.

Ok?

what! ! !

The expression on Ye Zhao's face was one of agreement when his brain didn't react, one of confusion when his brain started to work, and one of horror when he finally understood.

He stuttered as he spoke, "This, isn't good."

"I know you're short of money."

Zhou Xin remained unmoved, his burning gaze fixed on those rose-like lips.

"No, I won't do this for money." Ye Zhao struggled to get up.

But there was a big Buddha pressing on him, and even if he used his hands and feet, it was of no use.

"I admit, you caught my attention at the club."