Entering the Quick Transmigration Bureau, Cen Yu's assigned task is to play various scumbags!
He has to be so despicable that the main character (shou) leaves him and turns to countless h...
Suddenly, I realized that I couldn't untie the layers of straps behind me.
Ugh, what a hassle.
Cen Yu thought to himself, and tried to pull the straps back, but found that the knots of the straps had disappeared. Moreover, in order to prevent the straps from getting caught on the recording equipment behind him during the performance, they were all wrapped together and pinned to a layer of clothing.
It was impossible for Cen Yu to untie the rope with his bare hands.
“…Excuse me.” Cen Yu looked at Zhan Kongqing, who was tidying up his luggage, and said, “Can you do me a favor?”
Upon hearing this, Zhan Kongqing looked up and immediately understood what Cen Yu meant.
He walked over and looked behind Cen Yu.
Cen Yu's clothes were almost entirely black, with no skin showing at all in the front.
However, the opening of the garment is at the back.
From his neck to his waist, there was a gap about two fingers wide... When Cen Yu moved, you could clearly see the lines of his back and the indentations on his spine.
Furthermore, for the sake of stage effect, the makeup assistant also applied glitter to this part of the skin.
It stands out even more under the lights at this time.
Zhan Kongqing looked at Cen Yu's back and the straps wrapped around his waist.
The silk ribbons were wrapped in layers and layers, and over time they had become a tangled mess. Not to mention that some of them were pinned to one end of the clothes. No wonder Cen Yu had to ask him for help.
Zhan Kongqing bent down, first removing the safety pin, and then carefully untied the straps from Cen Yu's back.
His body temperature was low, and the straps were tied too tightly, so it was inevitable that when the straps were untied, he would accidentally touch Cen Yu's bare back exposed through the gaps in his clothes.
"Hiss." Cen Yu subconsciously arched his body.
"..." Zhan Kongqing glanced at his ring finger, which had touched Cen Yu's back.
His fingers moved unconsciously, a touch as light as a butterfly's wing, which only made Cen Yu shrug his shoulders more uncomfortably.