Chapter 80: The anchor brother loves you 27 [It’s really hard to be alone in a hotel...
"Bang!"
Ye Ling slammed the hotel room door shut and padlocked it, as if to completely isolate the thrilling scene in the corridor from outside.
"I... Damn..." He leaned his back against the door panel, his body sliding down little by little, and finally collapsed on the carpet, his eyes staring straight ahead, and he touched his lips tremblingly.
Wet... mixed with a faint smell of alcohol.
[Zizizi… Detecting a surge in host adrenaline… Disabling privacy protection mode…] 778's voice sounded a bit choppy, as if it had just been struck by a strong current. [Host, what just happened? Were you attacked again?]
"Attack?" Ye Ling covered her face, steam rising from between her fingers. "Yes... and no. It was Li Feng! He... he he he..."
The three words "kiss me forcefully" rolled on the tip of his tongue for a few times, but he was too embarrassed to say them out loud.
[Li Feng? Did he attack you?!] 778 instantly went on alert. [Physical attack? Mental attack? Was it a slap in the face or a kick in the back? Did he discover your true identity?]
"Nothing... is scarier than that!" Ye Ling roared in a low voice, "It's... it's the mouth."
Ye Ling closed her eyes and made up her mind, "He...he kissed me!"
[……] 778 was silent for three full seconds, then—
778's electronic voice erupted in dolphin-like tones. [This is impossible! Absolutely impossible! Host, are you hallucinating? Li Feng? He's the icy, sharp-tongued, walking textbook example of Jinjiang male virtue, the Blade master who responds to every advance with a "get lost"? He kissed you? ?]
"I also hope it's an illusion..." Ye Ling wanted to cry but had no tears, and her fingers stroked her slightly swollen lips.
But that force, that posture... it was like he was going to eat him alive! It was just like the time Shao Ye got drunk...
Thinking of this, he suddenly stopped. Why did Li Feng's kiss remind him of Shao Ye?
"Wait!" Ye Ling shuddered, remembering something even more terrifying. "Zou Kai! He saw it! He saw it all! It's over, it's over. When Brother Li Feng sobers up tomorrow, if he remembers this, and Zou Kai's big mouth tells him off..."
[Host! Calm down! The most urgent thing is to confirm Li Feng's condition! Is he really drunk and has lost his memory, or...] Before 778 could finish his words, the phone in Ye Ling's pocket began to vibrate wildly like a death warrant.
Buzz—buzz—
Ye Ling took it out in a hurry and saw two big words jumping on the screen: "Li Feng".
Li Feng: [Are you in Haicheng? I think I saw you.]
Ye Ling: “!!!” He was so scared that he almost threw his phone away, and his heart rate jumped from 180 to 200+.
778: [Host! Stay calm! Take a deep breath! He's drunk now! He probably only has a vague impression! You absolutely cannot admit it! Otherwise, tomorrow's "surprise" will be ruined!]
Yes... Ye Ling forced herself to suppress the heart that was about to jump out of her throat. Her fingers trembled as she typed on the screen, trying to make her tone sound innocent yet righteous:
Ye Ling: [No! Of course not! I'm home and ready to go to bed! (beautiful.jpg)]
Send! All the shame and anger in Ye Ling's heart disappeared, and even replaced with a guilty conscience for "bullying" an honest drunk.
Li Feng: [Really? Send me a photo.]
Ye Ling looked around in panic. The hotel room was unfamiliar, the decor was standard, and there wasn't even a stuffed animal to prove she was "at home"! How could she post this photo? It was too late to edit it!
[778! Help! Quick! Photoshop! No, it's AI face-swapping! Photoshop me onto my bed! The background should be cozy! Homey!]
Ye Ling was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
778: [Downloading the image processing module... This system is an auxiliary system, not Meitu Xiuxiu! Generating photos that meet the requirements will take 3 minutes...]
Buzz buzz buzz——
The death warrant has been upgraded! Li Feng must have become suspicious, as a video call invitation popped up! Li Feng's pure black profile picture flashed mercilessly and crazily on the screen.
Ye Ling's hand shook and she almost dropped her phone.
778: [Host! Find a solution quickly! Hanging up is too risky! Answering the call will expose you immediately...]
At the critical moment of life and death, a light bulb suddenly lit up in Ye Ling's mind.
His fingers were as fast as lightning. He exited WeChat and logged into the small account he used specifically to "harass" Li Feng - "Brother Feng's Little Tail"!
Feng Ge's little tail: [Brother Blade~Good evening~ (starry eyes.jpg)]
Feng Ge's little tail: [Tomorrow is Mo Yu's anniversary. Brother, are you coming to Haicheng? Are you staying in a hotel? Are you alone?]
Ye Ling's unprecedented hand speed sent both messages successfully. Almost at the same time, the soul-stirring buzzing sound of the WeChat video call suddenly stopped.
"Huh!" Ye Ling's back was covered in cold sweat. "Alive...alive..."
A few seconds later, the phone vibrated again. This time it was a message from "Blade," and he actually replied with a small tail!
Blade: [I'm alone in the hotel.]
Blade: [I drank too much and my stomach hurts.]
! ! ! 778 system alarms instantly went off. [No! Host, this is wrong! 'Alone in a hotel,' 'drunk,' 'stomachache'! The elements are all there! What's with this overwhelming sense of scumbag YP?! This seriously violates the moral ethics of our Jinjiang protagonists!]
[Stupid!] Ye Ling cursed, imitating Li Feng's tone. Her attention was immediately drawn to the word "stomachache." Her tone shifted from sarcasm to deep worry. [Wrong point! He said he had a stomachache! Didn't you see? He gets stomachaches just like Shao Ye, when he drinks. Maybe he already has stomach problems... They really... seem to...
The last two words carried a bitterness and bitterness that he himself hadn't noticed, and his voice trailed off. He even subconsciously glanced around the room, eager to find a bowl of hot porridge to bring to the person in the next room.
778: […Host, isn't your focus a bit off? Is now the time to be heartbroken? And have you forgotten how he just 'attacked' you? This stomachache might just be fake!]
Before Ye Ling had time to weigh the pros and cons carefully, the next piece of news came.
Blade: [Just took medicine.]
Ye Ling's heart finally relaxed a little, and he breathed a long sigh of relief: "That's good..."
However, the great god "Blade", who is very frugal with words, has no idea what's wrong with him, and new news keeps coming out.
Blade: [Why haven't you sent me photos recently? ]
Blade: [It's so boring to be alone in a hotel...]
Ye Ling: "..." The heart that had just been put at ease was lifted up again.
778 also became excited: [Look! Look! What did this system say! 'Boring'! 'Requesting photos'! Factor +2! Scumbag index skyrocketing! Forget the host, send him some photos to calm him down! This is both to prevent the vest from being exposed and to save the Jinjiang male protagonist who has fallen!]
Ye Ling's mouth twitched: [Sending photos? Now? I was just... This feeling is too weird!]
He was struggling madly. His mind told him this was the only way to keep Li Feng steady and avoid being exposed, but emotionally… after such a passionate kiss, he was now sending photos to him? What kind of service was this? After-sales service?
But... at least Li Feng doesn't know that "Brother Feng's little tail" is him.
[Host! The overall situation is important! Think about your mission! Think about your points! Imagine if your target came at you right now... could you defeat him? Could you outrun him?]
778 accurately pierced Ye Ling's vital point. He closed his eyes in grief and anger and fought!
He resigned himself to his fate and got up, rushed into the bathroom, hurriedly took off his clothes, and changed into the pure white bathrobe provided by the hotel.
The belt was tied loosely, revealing his delicate collarbone and a small part of his chest. He turned on the hot water, misted the mirror, and then half-covered his face.
"Click!" A bathrobe photo, at an ambiguous angle, was freshly released. Ye Ling, suppressing a strong sense of shame, clicked "send" with trembling fingers.
"Brother Feng's Little Tail" sent a picture.
The superior suite at the other end of the corridor.
Li Feng leaned back on the sofa, his head aching and his stomach burning.
The alcohol had dulled his thinking, but his senses were unusually sharp. He tugged at his collar several times in frustration, and finally just took off his shirt.
His mind flashed uncontrollably back to the vague yet familiar golden figure in the corridor, and... the incredibly soft touch of those lips. A nameless anger filled his chest, burning his mouth dry and his exposed chest intensely hot.
His phone vibrated, a new message. He clicked it.
A pure white bathrobe, loosely tied, revealing skin...
The string of reason completely broke.
He swallowed hard, then tossed his phone aside in despair, letting the beast in his heart, completely ignited by the alcohol and the photo, run wild. He controlled his hand and reached for the spot that had been tense and restless since that chaotic kiss...
…
The next day, Mo Yu broadcast the anniversary celebration live.
The huge venue was filled with people, the dazzling lights were flashing, and the fans' screams were almost blowing the roof off.
The atmosphere backstage was a little subtle.
Zou Kai's eyes were wandering. He had come to "go deep into the enemy camp" to understand the operating mechanism of Mo Yu's celebration. At this moment, let alone trying to please both sides as usual, he didn't even dare to look at Li Feng who was being given the final touches by the makeup artist.
The "restricted scene" in the corridor last night kept replaying in his mind uncontrollably. He felt a chill on the back of his neck and his personal safety was seriously threatened.
And at this moment, Li Feng's state was… very off. He sat upright, his aura still compelling, but his eyes, visible through the black mask, were hazy, with a faint dark tinge under them. He exuded a contradictory aura of exhaustion yet contentment.
Inexplicably, just half of the face exudes such strong sexual tension that one cannot bear to look directly at it.
"Um...Brother Feng," Zou Kai mustered up all his courage and walked over, "The mask you're wearing today...is pretty cool."
He hinted frantically: "Brother! Do you remember what happened last night? Did you bite your mouth? Do you want me to get you some anti-inflammatory ointment?"
Li Feng didn't even raise his eyelids, and replied with a cold "hmm." The voice came through the mask, a bit dull and hoarse, and Zou Kai shuddered again. This kind of sound was known to all grown men.
It's over, it's over. He definitely remembers this, and it's very likely that something else happened afterwards that he doesn't know about, something even more unspeakable...
Just as Zou Kai was wailing inwardly, Li Feng took the initiative to speak for the first time: "Don't tell him about what happened last night."
"Ah?" Zou Kai was completely confused, not sure whether this was referring to the "what happened last night" he was thinking of.
Assuming his memory is correct, it was the person in front of him who was drunk and "acting crazy" last night, and the other one was the sober victim, right?
"I told him it was a dream," Li Feng said in a flat voice, "He won't doubt it." This answered some of Zou Kai's questions, but left him even more confused. "So, don't let anything slip."
Zou Kai: “…”
What the hell is going on!
"You don't understand." Li Feng's chatterbox seemed to have been completely opened. For the first time in his life, he became so "talkative". "That guy has a stubborn mind and can't play by the rules. For example-"
The makeup artist beside him, completely immersed in her artistic creation, suddenly interrupted and exclaimed, "Mr. Blade, your decision to wear a mask is absolutely amazing! It really amps up the mysterious feeling! Just looking at your brow bones and eyes, you're so handsome that you can't take your eyes off!"
Li Feng ignored the flattery. He raised his eyes, peering through the backstage noise and accurately locking onto the entrance to the main stage.
Qin Ci appeared there with Ye Ling. Qin Ci was dressed neatly, while Ye Ling wore a mask and a hat, disguised as a staff member. She followed Qin Ci closely, with her head down, trying to reduce her presence as much as possible.
Qin Ci was like a peacock with its tail spread out, extremely attentive. Unfortunately, Ye Ling was completely oblivious to all his advances, feeling only discomfort from the excessive attention. As they walked together, all eyes in the room instantly focused on them.
You can't play by the rules when dealing with a stubborn person - for example, Qin Ci, who is currently trying to please you, is a living negative example.
Li Feng thought back to last night. He was indeed drunk and was furious when he saw Ye Ling and Qin Ci going in and out together. His rationality completely collapsed under the double burning of alcohol and jealousy.
But then, from "Little Tail," he tasted some sweetness that Qin Ci would never dream of experiencing in his lifetime. This quickly calmed him down and made him even more convinced: Ye Ling only cared about him and came to Haicheng only for him. No matter what tricks Qin Ci played, he couldn't sway this little fool in the slightest.
Qin Ci's smooth and thoughtful courtesy was textbook-level, but unfortunately, it was completely inappropriate for Ye Ling. That stubborn little fool couldn't understand any roundabout hints.
Seeing Ye Ling at the entrance looking around for something and trying hard to keep some distance from Qin Ci, Li Feng's eyes curved slightly and his mood suddenly became relaxed and bright.
But at this moment, an extremely discordant voice suddenly interrupted.
"Hey! Isn't this our great god Blade? What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night? Are you too embarrassed to show yourself?" Zhou Haotian walked over with a carefully groomed hair and a flashy sequined suit.
He had heard that Li Feng was drunk last night, and now he was wearing a mask. His head must be swollen like a pig and he dared not see anyone!
Zou Kai had been an entrepreneur since college. He had spent years at various drinking tables and had never seen such an idiot. He immediately frowned and walked over to him, not even a hint of business tact in his words: "Hey, who are you? Watch your mouth!"
Zhou Haotian scoffed, his eyes sweeping over Li Feng's mask with disdain. "I think you're too embarrassed to face people, right? Or did you do something shameful last night? Why don't you tell it out loud so that everyone can have a good laugh?"
The backstage instantly became quiet, and countless eyes were focused on this corner filled with tension.
Li Feng finally moved.
He stood up slowly. Even though he was wearing a mask, only a pair of deep and cold eyes were exposed. That look was enough to make Zhou Haotian's sneer stuck in his throat.
He looked at Zhou Haotian quietly, but there was no trace of provoked anger in his eyes, only a kind of indifference as if he was looking at a clown.
He didn't even bother to speak.
His gaze stayed on Zhou Haotian's domineering face for only a second, then moved away like brushing off a speck of dust, and looked towards the entrance again.
The anger of being ignored made Zhou Haotian's face turn purple in an instant.
"Blade! Why are you pretending!" Zhou Haotian was furious and rushed forward, even reaching out to grab the mask on Li Feng's face! "I want to see what you are up to! Are you afraid because you are disfigured..."
"Hey! Stop!" It was too late for Zou Kai to stop it.
In a flash!
A white and slender hand reached out from behind and accurately grabbed Zhou Haotian's wrist!
It wasn't Li Feng who made the move! Li Feng even stood still, his eyes flickering slightly.
Everyone looked at the owner of the hand in astonishment—a young man wearing a black pullover, a baseball cap, and a large mask, with only a pair of lively hazelnut eyes showing.
It was Ye Ling who took advantage of the chaos to get rid of Qin Ci!
He had intended to observe Li Feng's condition secretly, but as soon as he entered the room, he saw Zhou Haotian, that idiot, courting death! Seeing his mask about to be ripped off, Ye Ling's mind got hot, and his body was faster than his brain, and he rushed forward directly.
He couldn't let Zhou Haotian succeed! What was beneath the mask? Not only was it Blade's full face, but also... irrefutable proof of his "crime" last night. Who knows, there might even be teeth marks.
"Sir, no noise or physical conflict is allowed backstage." Ye Ling lowered her voice deliberately, but the strength of her grip on Zhou Haotian's wrist did not decrease at all, and she even twisted it secretly with a clever force.
"Hiss!" Zhou Haotian gasped in pain, staring at this "Cheng Yaojin" who suddenly appeared in his path in shock and anger. "Who the hell are you? Let me go! Do you know who I am?"
"I'm the staff member responsible for maintaining order." Ye Ling spoke seriously, but her eyes secretly glanced at Li Feng. His brother was so handsome even with a mask on! Especially those eyes, they seemed to suck you in... Wait! He seemed to be looking at her?!
Ye Ling panicked and unconsciously loosened the strength in his hands.
Zhou Haotian took the opportunity to pull his hand back, feeling both pained and embarrassed. He was seething with anger: "Staff? I think you're Li Feng's dog! Why are you meddling in other people's business!"
He didn't dare to attack Blade in public, so he took out his anger on this "staff member" who looked like a small fry, and even reached out to push him insidiously.
Ye Ling was already feeling guilty, and her attention was still on Li Feng. She was pushed unexpectedly and staggered, falling backwards. The wireless microphone that she was holding as a camouflage prop flew out of her hand.
What a coincidence!
The heavy metal microphone drew a beautiful parabola in the air, with a clear target, and with a sound of breaking through the air, it hit Zhou Haotian's... forehead!
“Ouch!”
Zhou Haotian was hit so hard that he saw stars and a big bump suddenly appeared on his forehead, shining red. He covered his head with his hands, tears streaming down his face from the pain: "My head! Damn it!"
Zou Kai was stunned. The other staff members and the anchors preparing to go on stage were petrified on the spot.
Li Feng's eyebrows raised slightly, and his gaze was no longer concealed, falling on the panicked "staff member" wearing a baseball cap and a mask.
The frantic movement of adjusting the hat, the few strands of golden hair that were not hidden... and those beautiful eyes that could sense panic and familiarity even through the mask...
Ye Ling: “!!!” Over! We can’t stay here for long!
"Yes... I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" Ye Ling shouted at the top of her lungs, and while everyone's attention was on the "murder weapon" and the injured person, she turned around and ran away, disappearing in the backstage passage in an instant.
Li Feng looked at the fleeing figure and did not chase after him.
He simply raised his hand slowly and gently rubbed his lower lip through the black fabric of his mask. There, there seemed to be a trace of something secret and ambiguous, known only to him and that one person.
Then, he put down his hand, ignored the still howling Zhou Haotian and the chaotic backstage, and walked calmly towards the passage leading to the main stage.
The dazzling spotlights await, the screams of fans call out.
The host's voice was high and resounding: "At this moment, all the light shall gather for him, and all the cheers shall resound for him. Please call out that name together and welcome our supreme glory - Blade!"
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