The thin white neck was covered with marks, and the fingertips crushed it harshly. Han Xu smiled with satisfaction: "Don't go tomorrow, Xiaojing, come with me."
Lin Zhiyi frowned: "This is my job."
"Your first job is to satisfy me." Han Xu pinched his face and seemed to be in a particularly good mood.
“…”
Lin Zhiyi looked away and whispered, "I see."
The hand that was pressed against the other person's body slowly dropped down, and was grabbed by Han Xu again. His knuckles were forced into the gaps between his fingers, and his ten fingers were interlocked.
His vision went dark, and Han Xu held the person in his arms, intending to fall asleep in that position.
Lin Zhiyi struggled for a moment, but was held down by the other party again.
After being lightly hit on the lower back, Lin Zhiyi suddenly became stiff all over and even felt incredible.
Doesn’t this person know how to be tired?!
"Be good and go to sleep." Han Xu had already closed his eyes, his lips curled up. "After all, some people are too weak to handle it."
Lin Zhiyi: “…”
If you don't say a few bad things to others every day, you will feel like you are dying.
…
When I woke up the next day, Han Xu was gone.
I checked the time and the show should be halfway through recording. There were probably a lot of fans at the door, and if I went in again, I would be photographed and spread news of discord.
Besides... he was so exhausted last night that his back and waist ached, and his knees hurt from kneeling. He really had no strength left.
He got out of bed, holding onto the wall, and slowly put on his clothes.
There were too many marks behind his ears, so he finally found a high-necked inner wear that Han Xu had.
After washing up, Lin Zhiyi washed some rice and planned to cook porridge.
The doorbell suddenly rang quickly. Lin Zhiyi put down what he was holding and looked out through the peephole.
A middle-aged man in a suit and tie stood outside the door. He adjusted his glasses and looked a little impatient.
Lin Zhiyi was stunned and opened the door.
The man glanced up at Lin Zhiyi and said, "Hello, I'm Han Xu's father's secretary. Do you remember me?"
"Remember, Mr. Yuan." Lin Zhiyi took a few steps back to let the other party in.
Yuan Min glanced behind Lin Zhiyi's ear and sneered, "Mr. Lin is indeed quite resourceful. How does it feel to make a comeback? Not bad, right?"
Lin Zhiyi didn't say anything.
Yuan Min didn't care about the other person's reaction. He walked straight into the room, crossed his legs and sat on the sofa, his tone was not concealed sarcasm: "I should have thought of this when my assistant delivered the contract last time. Apart from Mr. Lin, who else could have the ability to keep a man in the club for several days without leaving? It's really amazing."
Lin Zhiyi moved his knuckles stiffly, his expression indifferent: "You're welcome."
The two looked at each other across the living room, undercurrents surging.
Yuan Min crossed her fingers on her legs, leaned her upper body back, and raised her chin arrogantly:
"Make an offer, just like seven years ago."
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