What method is used to deliver the Warlords' Pledge?
A tuft of messy silver hair was shaved up and twisted by the stubble on his angular chin.
Jonah's smooth forehead was scratched by the rough stubble, causing him to let out a soft "ow" before opening half of his eyes to wake up, groggily searching for the location of the weapon that resembled a blunt object.
He tried to lift his head, but his head was firmly blocked. Jonathan instinctively reached out to push, only to find that both of his hands were restrained and unable to move.
Jonathan tried to move his body, but the result was the same. He then opened his other eye and looked down, turning his gaze left and right within the limited angle.
She was still wrapped in a blanket like a spring roll, lying in a semi-flat, semi-sideways position, her lower limbs held between two long legs in an Oreo-like shape, while her upper body was almost twisted into a pretzel.
A large hand, tightly wrapped around the armpit and across the chest, held the right hand in front of the chest. This long arm was the culprit blocking the upward view. The upper arm stretched out domineeringly, while the forearm twisted its wrist and flipped its palm, locking the left hand between the fingers and raising the bandaged wound...
He could hear Jiang Songhe's light, rhythmic breathing through his left ear. The man was clearly still asleep. His subconscious protective instincts in his sleep brought back that unfamiliar warmth from the night, reviving Jonathan's entire being.
In addition, there are some externalized effects at this moment.
The breath tickled the fine hairs on Jonathan's earlobe, and his breath hitched, causing him to shift his lower body restlessly.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Songhe seemed afraid that he would run away. With his long arms and legs, he tightened his embrace at the same time as he breathed, and his movements touched every sensitive area. Jonathan opened his mouth and gasped for breath. He quickly shut his mouth and, without trying to calm his reaction with sound, he darted down like a rolling fireball.
Arrival, expansion.
Jiang Songhe's fair cheeks flushed red instantly, and the heat quickly spread to her limbs and bones. The intense heat and the fierce flames woke her up.
Taking advantage of the moment when the restraints were relaxed, Jonathan immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, then turned his body to the side on the sofa.
"Tsk, I'm afraid he's running a fever again." The voice behind him was hoarse from just waking up, with five parts worry and five parts self-reproach, and very... sexy.
Jonathan closed his eyes even tighter, his thick eyelashes curling up like flowers under his eyelids. He held his breath and silently chanted in his heart, "Don't touch me now, don't touch me, don't touch me..."
Unfortunately, at that moment, the large hand on his left hand withdrew from their interlocked fingers. Due to Jonathan's quick-thinking adjustment of his position, which resulted in poor visibility, he had to grope around on Jonathan's burning face for a while before finally finding his forehead.
My hair stood on end, and goosebumps spread from my arms to my whole body, but thankfully I was covered by the sofa as I lay upside down.
Just as I was feeling relieved, the large hand instantly teleported to my knee, while the other hand, which had been wrapped around my chest, moved to my waist. The angle of force changed from inward to upward, and then the sofa beneath me suddenly dented, creaking loudly—
The next second, Jonathan was lifted into the air and was lifted up horizontally in his arms.
Everything was about to be laid bare. Jonathan's head slammed against Jiang Songhe's firm chest muscles, and he sighed lifelessly through his nose. Why pretend to be asleep? He might as well just die on the spot…
Jonah was gently jostled and held steady, then mentally counted the jostles to guess the destination of the route.
The jolt gradually subsided, then suddenly the brakes came on sharply, and Jonathan's teeth chattered, and he almost couldn't help but open his eyes.
"Oh? The hype has died down. Uh! So it was just sleepwalking..." The voice above sounded like it was directed straight ahead, the tone was very deliberate, and the transition was quite abrupt, "In the morning, everything is normal."
Although Jonathan was pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed in Jiang Songhe's arms, how could he not know what state his body was in?
Jiang Songhe is really bad at lying.
Their reaction just now was clearly one of shock. Considering their current aloof and unapproachable demeanor, they might even be disgusted.
In the past, Jiang Songhe would have been furious and thrown Jonathan away as far as possible. But now, contrary to his usual behavior, he tried to cover up his mistake by saying that it was "normal".
You really shouldn't let a moment of emotional breakdown in an elevator lead you to blurt out childhood traumas without thinking.
It's impossible to definitively say whether this person's future acts of concern and compromises were truly motivated by compassion.
Jonas transformed from an unknown figure in the slums into the impeccable Janus, a journey fraught with hardship, never relying on sympathy. And games meant merely for entertainment should not, and cannot, be mixed with, such boring and useless things.
This game has been off track for far too long; it's time to get back to the main storyline and speed things up.
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It was late at night in Jingting. Inside the ACCRO bar, the lights were dazzling and vibrant, and a resident singer was sitting in a brightly lit corner, singing softly.
At the bar, a beautiful figure was enjoying a drink alone. She would sway her chair gently to the rhythm of the music, and sometimes hum along.
"Hey beautiful, I'd like to... *hiccup*... buy you a drink." A whiskey glass filled with amber liquid was pushed towards the pretty woman. "Don't worry, it's good stuff, not bad at all, quite a bit of a burp! And expensive..."
Qianying glanced at the whiskey beside her, then at the man who had circled around from behind her to her side. She frowned slightly, then smiled politely and waved her hand to indicate her refusal.
A thin man sat down next to him, the few buttons on his shirt immediately bulging incongruously from his beer belly. He put his glass down in front of him with one hand and held a nearly empty bottle of Bomo 92 in the other. After settling in, he ignored the refusal to pour the last bit of liquor from the bottle into the glass in his hand.
While pouring the wine, he muttered to himself, "This wine was originally meant to be shared with my apprentice... Who would have thought that my apprentice would be on par with his master like me... My apprentice is quite capable; with our General Manager Jiang protecting him from now on, this wine of mine won't even catch his eye..."
Qianying smiled and shook her head, then turned to the bar and stopped responding.
"I didn't mean any harm to you, beautiful lady. I'm not a bad person either. You don't believe me? Look!" The man persistently pulled an ID card from his inner pocket and slapped it against the woman's face. "Look at this photo, then look at me. My name is Xu Qin! I really didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to share it with someone..."
"Excuse me, my boss asked me to come over and ask if you two know each other?" A smiling young bartender jumped out from behind the bar.
The woman continued to smile and shake her head. The man, seeing this, grew anxious and grabbed the bartender, saying, "Hey, I remember you! You're the one who sold me this wine! Come on, quickly vouch for this beautiful lady, the wine is truly good, and I'm a really good person..."
The bartender was nearly tumbled from behind the bar to the other side. His young face couldn't hide his anger, and he and the man started sawing at each other across the counter.
“Aba aba…” Qianying finally turned to the side and spoke, her hands gesturing like a deaf-mute.
The man and the bartender both froze, the bartender's expression unexpectedly subtle. After a long while, the man released the bartender and gestured to the woman, apologizing, "Uh, I didn't know you were... I'm sorry, please forgive me."
The bartender saw the man obediently sit back down, glanced at the beautiful figure, then at the cashier, sighed inexplicably, and left.
...
Xu Qin returned home dejectedly, carrying two unopened glasses of wine.
His frustration intensified, and just as he was about to collect the cups with both hands and head home, someone suddenly snatched the cup from one of his hands: "Hey, isn't this Brother Xu? Haven't seen you for months. Gone are the hardworking guy, now you've become Ximen Qing?"
Xu Qin was caught off guard by the affected, effeminate tone of the voice and glared at the newcomer while coughing.
Slurp slurp, smack smack.
Li Qinghai, the former executive agent of Yunhe Entertainment, dressed in a trendy panda-themed outfit, raised his pinky finger and kept shaking it at Xu Qin. He slowly sipped the wine he had snatched from his glass, and after finishing the whole glass, he even savored it with great satisfaction.
"Where are you working now, Brother Xu?" Li Qinghai asked, shaking his head and making small talk. Before Xu Qin could answer, he immediately stretched out his pinky finger and covered his mouth, which was surrounded by a thick beard. "You're not still working for Boss Jiang, are you?"
Xu Qin, being a producer who had seen countless people, immediately sensed that there was more to Li Qinghai's words than met the eye. To think that Li Qinghai was acting so arrogant after only a few months apart was obvious; anyone could guess that he had jumped ship to some blind, high-class woman.
While cursing the sissy in his heart, Xu Qin still had to consider the future relationship within the industry, so he chuckled and said, "President Jiang, the treatment here is really good. In this film and television industry downturn, we who are treated like beasts of burden should know how to be content with what we have."
"Who's talking to you about 'we'? You can be a slave in this small workshop if you want!" Li Qinghai was a shrewd old fox, and he could tell that Xu Qin's self-deprecation was actually a barb, probably because he was still traumatized by the young General Manager Jiang. He couldn't hold back for a moment, "I'm the artist director of Ciyi Culture now!"
"Oh my!" Xu Qin's thoughts rose and fell with his exclamation.
"Joke": This guy who lies twice is someone Xu Qin couldn't stand when he was with Yunhe. Now he was roasted by himself and made Wu Lai howl crazy. It was really satisfying.
"Oh": Wait a minute, is that blind Gao Zhi a porcelain culture?
"Ah": With his habit of lying so much, how did he get into one of the top three film companies in the industry? He must be earning a pretty high salary now...
Seeing Xu Qin lost in thought, Li Qinghai's eyes darted around behind his glasses, and he added fuel to the fire, saying, "Brother Xu, you've been in this industry for over a decade, how can you not understand? But putting all your eggs in one basket won't get you anywhere."
"Those industry bigwigs, which one of them doesn't jump from one company to another after getting a title? People strive for higher positions so that their net worth can be raised step by step!"
Xu Qin remained silent, taking a thoughtful sip of his drink.
"I saw on your WeChat Moments that your wife is due to give birth in a few months, right? Have you settled on a new house yet? Can your two children, who are from out of town, get into a top-tier school in Beijing? If not, do you have the money to get them into a prestigious private school?"
Xu Qin's head was buzzing from Li Qinghai's barrage of questions and the crisp sound of his two chubby hands clapping together. He silently picked up his glass again and downed the rest in one gulp.
"Mr. Jiang, you know better than I do. No matter how good you are to cattle and horses, it's all for that little devil. Do you really expect him to use his inheritance to subsidize your personal expenses? Really..."
After speaking at a rapid pace for quite some time, Li Qinghai finally shut up, probably because his throat was dry and his hands were sore from clapping.
The air suddenly fell silent. Xu Qin snapped out of his daze, realizing he'd made a fool of himself in front of this effeminate guy. He quickly chuckled sheepishly, feigning ignorance: "Sorry, Xiao Hai, sigh, I guess I have to call you Director Li now. I was a bit drunk and spaced out. I haven't even congratulated you on your promotion yet!"
He took out his phone to scan the QR code, refilled two cups of Bumo 92, and said, "We were former colleagues, and it's such a coincidence that we bumped into each other today. You have to tell me how we got into Ciyi. I've been worried about having no one to chat with all night!"
After the refills were served, Xu Qin attentively placed a glass for each person. Li Qinghai smiled mysteriously and said in riddles, "Of course, we have to show our sincerity and offer our pledge of loyalty!"
"'A pledge of allegiance'? You're exaggerating with that little phrase." Xu Qin chuckled as usual, subtly probing as he drank. "We're industry leaders, not some bandit gang. What kind of pledge would we make?"
Li Qinghai also used the drinking posture to push and pull, tilting his head back and sucking for a long time, but the wine didn't go down at all.
"Hey, Brother Xu~ A while ago, I remember your Yan Ge Xing's anti-domestic violence incident caused quite a stir~" Li Qinghai finally put down his glass, "Although it was taken down from the trending topics after a few days, with my sense as the director of the agency, this scandal is solid, right?"
...
Li Luxiao, one of the two bosses of ACCRO, leaned on his arm by the cashier's counter, his gaze fixed on the man who was flirting with him on the other side of the bar, and Xiong Gay who appeared out of nowhere, as if he wanted to stab them with his eyes from afar.
The bartender, who had just finished a tug-of-war with the guy who had hit on him, took advantage of a lull in the moment, wiped the glasses and asked in a cheeky tone, "Hey Li, you've been coming in pretty often lately, haven't you?"
"What are you talking about? Can't I come to my own territory?" Li Luxiao, annoyed that the bartender was in his way, swept the obstacle away with a wave of his long arm. "Get out of here, go do your thing."
"Stop staring. He did nothing to that woman. I bet he's gay too. You don't need to be so..."
The bartender suddenly fell silent, and without Li Luxiao needing to say anything more, he slithered away with a sly grin.
"Hello, checkout please."
Li Luxiao looked away and was taken aback when he saw the customer behind the cashier.
It was that beautiful figure.
Qianying blinked, put her index finger to her red lips to shush, and then said with a light smile in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Thank you for getting me out of that situation, boss."
Li Luxiao smiled knowingly and handed over the bill without batting an eye: "It's nothing, ninety-two, give me fifty."
Qianying raised her eyebrows, the curve of her lips widening slightly, then scanned the code to pay, whispered another thank you, and turned to leave.
Li Luxiao watched the beautiful figure until she completely disappeared from his sight before glancing down at the screen.
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