After driving a manual transmission car for Pei Hanzhou, Lin Luosang's hands were almost broken. He could only rely on the strength of his waist to sit up from the bed and then embark on a journey to find food.
Probably because she had taken anesthesia and lost too much blood yesterday, and she was severely exploited by the unscrupulous capitalists, she slept until after eleven o'clock, and when she woke up it was time for lunch.
Although one side of the teeth can be used for eating, it is still suitable to only eat some liquid food so that the teeth will not be burdened.
Her lunch today was a bowl of soup rice that was cooked until soft. The rice melted in her mouth and the soup fully absorbed her flavor, making it fresh and fragrant. In every bite, the rice grains covered with soup moved between her lips and teeth.
Just as she was holding the spoon with her weak, trembling hands, sipping the rice slowly, Pei Hanzhou "happened" to pass by, and calmly opened a bag of nuts, and then in front of her -
Use your healthy and good teeth to bite the almonds one by one, making a crisp sound.
Lin Luosang: “………………”
She really wanted to blow him to pieces with a firecracker.
Or you could just chop him to pieces with one blow.
She licked her lips and looked up.
"Showing off your good teeth, huh?"
I thought the man would be a little modest or embellish it, but unexpectedly he just nodded and admitted calmly -
"Yes."
Lin Luosang gritted his teeth and continued with a heavy heart...using a wooden spoon to mash the rice in the bowl into smaller pieces.
It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge. Even Goujian endured hardships for three years. What does it matter if she endures for just one or two weeks?
It's just that her husband was chewing nuts next to her while she was eating liquid food. She's fine, she's fine, there's nothing she can't tolerate.
But the man didn't seem to want to let her go. Before long, he was grinding coffee beside her and reminding her, "Remember to take the medicine later."
Lin Luosang shuddered.
Her wisdom tooth was quite inflamed. Logically, it would be best not to extract the tooth until the inflammation subsided.
But if she delayed any further, the tooth would have to be extracted before the performance, and the doctor was very skilled, so she just pried the tooth out directly, but she would have to take anti-inflammatory drugs afterwards.
I don’t know if her symptoms were a little serious, but the anti-inflammatory medicine she was prescribed was also in the form of powder, which was very strong. She drank it before going to bed last night, and it was so bitter that she almost couldn’t sleep.
It seems that this man really has a grudge against her, and he remembers very clearly everything that could torture her.
Lin Luosang finished his meal quietly, intending to reduce his presence, and then escaped quietly, trying his best not to let him find out that he didn't take the medicine.
Unexpectedly, just as she walked out of the bedroom, holding her breath and about a few steps away from opening the door and slipping away, the man who had his back to her reached out and pulled her back to the bar, stirred his drink, and put down his glass.
The man's inhuman voice sounded like a nightmare: "Drink the medicine."
She tapped her forehead with her wrist, sighed helplessly, stretched out her hand reluctantly, pinched the handle of the cup and turned it around.
She claimed that she was not a very picky taster, but this medicine was so bitter that her senses were almost blocked. It didn't even give her any buffer time. The first sip killed all the pleasure with its astringent and greasy taste. Then the tip of her tongue and the root of her tongue became numb. The second sip made her vaguely feel that her throat was beginning to deform. The last sip was directly intoxicating. After drinking one cup, her brain felt a chaotic feeling of lack of oxygen. She would forget herself at a certain moment when she opened her eyes, and the world in front of her seemed to not exist at all.
Just as she was about to swallow the bitter medicine after taking a deep breath, the aroma of coffee beans filled her body. The man who had made a cup of fragrant coffee was leisurely adding condensed milk to her hand.
Pack after pack of sweet condensed milk.
She unconsciously pushed the tip of her tongue upwards and felt that the cup of medicine in front of her seemed a little more bitter.
Most of the pain in the world doesn't come from pain, but from your husband being there for you and showing you his joy :)
Lin Luosang clenched her fists, turned her back to him, raised her head and quickly drank the anti-inflammatory medicine. When the cup fell back on the bar, she felt as if she had been saved by the gods and Buddhas.
It was so bitter that she couldn't help smacking her lips. As a result, as soon as she opened her mouth, a spoonful of something was fed into her.
She subconsciously held it in her mouth.
Pei Hanzhou, who had successfully fed the baby, calmly pulled out the spoon.
Watching him withdraw his hand expressionlessly, the shadow of the past emerged in her mind. She naturally felt that it must be not a good thing. Just as she was about to scold him, the soft and delicate cream melted on the tip of her tongue, followed by the texture of a soft Japanese-style cake. The taste was very rich, sweet and salty.
"What is this?" She licked her lips, "Let me taste it again."
"Soy milk box, 50 calories per mouthful," the man asked calmly, "Do you want to try it?"
Fifty calories? ?
Lin Luosang took two steps back and said, "No, no, I can't afford it."
She spent the remaining two days writing songs at home, and after submitting the songs, she started rehearsing. After the first three days, the pain in her wisdom tooth stopped and the bleeding stopped.
Apart from paying attention to what you eat, everything else in your life can return to normal.
The song in this episode is named after an insect called mayfly.
The larvae of mayflies spend two to three years underwater, but once they become adults, they neither drink nor eat, and live and die every day. Therefore, there is a saying: One day of floating life is like a mayfly's lifetime.
Their lives are extremely short and they cannot escape their fate.
She wrote the lyrics of this song a while ago. She took a look at it these two days and unexpectedly found it quite good. After some minor modifications, she finalized it.
This should be a theme that will resonate with many people. After all, mayflies are born with everyone's favorite tragic color, and they are very likely to create a sense of conflict after dramatic treatment. The melody can also be made magnificent and exaggerated to highlight the short and regrettable demise.
In terms of stage arrangement, she planned to perform a synthesizer solo and add a teacher who specializes in soprano singing to create a heroic and tragic atmosphere.
When she went to rehearsal that day, the person standing in front of her happened to be Ni Tong.
She was about to go to the lounge to wait, but a staff member told her: "Ni Tong will be finished in about five minutes, you can wait a little."
So Lin Luosang sat in the audience and watched Ni Tong's performance.
I have to say that Ni Tong’s singing is really good, and her stage performance is also very good. In addition, she has a pretty and pure face, and she goes for the girl-next-door style. The songs she sings have a bit of a decadent feeling, and the contrast she creates is very popular.
But Ni Tong actually has a big flaw, that is, her songs sound good when she is performing, but they are not worth savoring if you take a closer look, because the songs have no soul.
She is very good at learning and imitating, and her performances reflect the shadows of many excellent singers. She can choose the techniques she wants according to the songs, and extract singing templates from classic songs to learn, reaching the level of perfection.
The good thing is that classic songs have all been tested by the market. She is taking a shortcut by following the successful footsteps of her predecessors. Her songs are quick and pleasing, and are highly accepted and loved by the audience.
The downside is that she has no style of her own, and any capable singer can replace her by learning from her. Singers like her lack vitality and their own voice, and their shelf life is only a year at most. As soon as a better, younger singer emerges, she will be immediately eliminated.
What the circle lacks the least is young girls and good voices.
No matter how beautiful or magnificent a high-rise building built with mud and sand may look, if it is hollow inside, it will collapse in a moment as soon as the waves hit it.
Just as Lin Luosang was lost in thought, Ni Tong finished rehearsal and left the stage.
Ni Tong's singing style template today comes from a talented singer. Although the sincerity cannot be felt, the accumulation of various techniques and high notes will definitely surprise the audience who listens to it for the first time.
Seeing Lin Luosang stand up and walk towards her, Ni Tong was also stunned for a moment, a trace of awkwardness flashed in her eyes, but she quickly adjusted her expression and smiled at her: "Sangsang is here, you came so early."
She didn't expect Ni Tong to greet her. She nodded casually and stopped looking at Ni Tong, waiting for the props teacher to move the things before going on stage.
After the rehearsal, Ni Tong did not leave immediately. He just stood beside her, as if he was planning something.
After hesitating several times, Ni Tong finally mustered up the courage to speak, "Um... I'm sorry about the audio source."
"I know you sent me those because you trusted me, and I shouldn't have taken advantage of your vulnerability. Even if you want to get that endorsement again, you should rely on your own abilities. How can you pull someone down just for a ranking?"
"It's good that I gave you the endorsement. I'm actually happy for you. This way I can learn my lesson. I'm really sorry, and I'm sorry for lying at that time."
Lin Luosang looked at a corner of the stage, wondering how much of what Ni Tong said was true, but she didn't need to know.
Soon, Ni Tong added, "I'm not so shameless as to ask you to forgive me or anything like that, and you don't have to pretend that you have no grudges against me. I just hope that I won't feel guilty anymore."
"Now that we're done... I'll be leaving now. I wish you good luck with your rehearsal."
Just as Ni Tong turned around, the music director came down the stairs and said to Lin Luosang, "The synthesizer has been moved up. Luosang can start rehearsing now."
Before Lin Luosang could respond, Ni Tong asked, "Synthesizer? Does that need to be put on the stage?"
“There are no hard and fast rules, it’s something she designed herself,” said the music director.
Ni Tong: “Design”
"Yes, she'll have a synthesizer solo later," the music director explained to Ni Tong, "and I think the idea is pretty cool."
Ni Tong nodded as if suddenly understanding: "Oh, so that's how it is."
Lin Luosang was also meticulous in her rehearsals, and the soprano teacher also worked with her several times, trying her best every time.
She didn't notice it while she was performing on stage, but only found out after the rehearsal that Ni Tong, who had originally said she was leaving, did not leave, but stayed in the audience and watched her rehearsal.
The next day, when Lin Luosang arrived, she ran into Ni Tong rehearsing earlier. She had already seen Ni Tong's performance, so naturally she had no interest anymore. When she was about to go to the lounge, she heard the soprano's unique part.
She hesitated for a few seconds with mixed feelings, thinking, didn’t Ni Tong have a soprano yesterday?
So she retracted her steps and walked towards the waiting area, taking in Ni Tong's new stage.
Yesterday, Ni Tong only had simple stage effects, but today there is not only a soprano, but also a synthesizer performance exactly like Lin Luosang.
Even the solo styles are similar.
Lin Luosang stood there for a few seconds, and couldn't help but frowned. He watched Ni Tong's performance in confusion. Besides being angry, he also felt it was ironic and funny.
A synthesizer is an electronic device that can realize automated music arrangement. In addition to the black and white keys, it also has various function buttons, which include many tones and effects. It can easily mobilize the audience's emotions during live performances and create a better atmosphere.
Many singers use synthesizers in live performances, but judging from Ni Tong's reaction after the music director mentioned it yesterday, he should have little experience or understanding of this thing. Yet, he added it so quickly today that it's hard not to be suspicious.
What's more, Ni Tong did add the high notes and synthesizer after watching her performance, and Ni Tong's music style is actually not suitable for adding these two things. Apart from her own decision, no teacher would suggest her to do so.
Even Yue Hui, who was half an expert and half an amateur, noticed it: "Fuck, is this stealing your stage ideas?!"
Lin Luosang lowered his eyes and smiled: "She apologized so sincerely yesterday, I thought she would have some remorse."
"Aren't there people like that?" Yue Hui leaned closer and said, "I was wrong. I apologize, but I won't change."
"This is one of our highlights, right? You're so shameless to accuse her of plagiarism. But she seems to be performing after us, so it shouldn't matter. She'll eat what we leave behind, and the first person to reap the benefits gets the bonus."
"No, she's in front of me."
Yue Hui's eyes widened instantly: "...Is this true? Are you remembering correctly?"
"I remember correctly, she was the second one and I was the fifth one." Lin Luosang sighed softly, "You remembered it wrong."
Yue Hui was unconvinced and insisted on looking through the program again. The result was just as Lin Luosang said, Lin Luosang was behind Ni Tong.
In the same stage performance, if a similar form is played once by someone else, it will no longer be fresh and the effect will be reduced by half. In this case, there is no evidence of plagiarism. After all, adding high notes and synthesizers to the performance is not her original idea.
Ni Tong is smarter and more shrewd than she imagined.
All the way back to the lounge, the two were unusually silent.
Yue Hui didn't know what to do: "What should we do then? Should we try the same tactics as last time?"
"There's no suitable routine to change," Lin Luosang's brain was working at high speed, and solutions appeared and were rejected one after another. "Not every song is suitable for plan B."
"Why don't you delete those two parts, so people won't say you're copying her?"
"No need for that. A man of integrity has nothing to fear. Let's just line up first," Lin Luosang bit his lip. "As for the rest... I'll think of a solution later."
That night she was busy until three in the morning, watching various performances for inspiration, so early the next morning, Pei Hanzhou saw someone delivered a drum set to her home.
Then, his wife stood opposite him, unpacked the drumsticks rather arrogantly, and knocked the drumsticks on the table with a provocative look, looking directly at him: "It's been a while since I last played."
“…”
"Want to hit me?"
"How could that be possible?" She smiled, touched the drumstick, tapped the drum twice to test the sound, and said hypocritically, "I'm just playing the drums."
The man frowned.
"If your hearing is very good, I suggest you stay away from me," she raised her hand to steady the cymbals, "otherwise you might go deaf later."
Pei Hanzhou said: "Then why don't you go to the studio to practice?"
"You can't reveal your special moves too early. Don't you understand that? I don't even dare to practice in the RV near the studio, let alone the studio."
Lin Luosang thought for a moment and then said, "If you really find it too noisy, I will—"
The man raised his eyebrows: "What?"
She was not justified but also confident: "I suggest you get out."
Pei Hanzhou: ???
So that day, no matter where Pei Hanzhou was, he could hear the passionate drum beats coming from the living room.
She would practice for hours at a time, as if she didn't need any rest at all and had endless energy in her body.
After she finally had a break, her great-grandmother called and asked about his recent situation.
As they chatted, the topic turned to his marital status: "Is Sangsang home?"
He took a sip of coffee: "Yes."
"That's good. She usually looks quiet and thin. Please don't bully her..."
The person on the other end was halfway through his conversation when the passionate drum beats in the living room started playing again. Lin Luosang, who had rested, played even more powerfully. The drum beats were so dense and pierced his eardrums, making the whole building seem to be shaking.
The man was choked and coughed twice, covering his lips.
Great-grandmother: "Why, did I say something wrong?"
"No, you're right, she's too weak. I will...protect her well."
After dealing with his great-grandmother in the afternoon, Luo Xun, who was on a video conference call at night, noticed something was wrong: "Where are you? Are you at a concert or a disco? Why are you so excited?"
Pei Hanzhou: "She's playing the drums."
"Who? Lin Luosang? Oh, so you're at home," Luo Xun lost interest instantly. "I was thinking of asking you to take me out for some fun, but forget it, it's boring. A bored married man is destined to be unable to keep up with my brisk pace as a single aristocrat."
"I, Luo Xun, a famous second-generation rich kid, am currently alone in a bar..."
Luo Xun had originally wanted to show off and make the man envy her happy life, but unexpectedly the man retorted without hesitation: "I know, because Ye Xian rejected your request for a relationship."
Luo Xun:?
"That's just fucking temporary! I'm not hurt, I'm having a blast, I'm fine, and I won't get drunk!"
Pei Hanzhou continued in a low voice, "You know I don't have much experience with rejection, so I can't comfort you."
Luo Xun: ? ?
The man curled his lips: "After all, I am married."
"oh."
Luo Xun was so angry that he hung up the phone.
The man walked out of the house and happened to see her back playing the drums downstairs.
Maybe because she was playing for too long and felt a little hot, she took off her coat and was studying her previous playing style through video.
He looked down at the time and saw that she had been practicing for more than 12 hours today.
Her limits always seemed to be beyond his imagination.
Since the doctor said that the stitches could be removed in five to seven days, Lin Luosang removed the wisdom tooth stitches on the day of the performance and went for the final rehearsal in the afternoon.
Until the last rehearsal, no one except the band teacher knew that she was planning to perform a drum piece.
Even Yue Hui only received the message that he should find a lighting teacher to light a certain place at a certain point. No matter how much he asked afterwards, Lin Luosang did not say a word.
The drum set was quietly placed in the corner, as if it was just a prop collecting dust, inconspicuous.
Everything was developing along the established track. Ni Tong was the second to go on stage. Her performance mixed elements of synthesizer and soprano. As soon as these two processes came out, there were bursts of exclamations from the audience.
But Ni Tong's performance was not very good. It might be because she was a little nervous and unfamiliar with the music, which made the whole performance seem a bit stiff. The techniques that were not integrated into the music also seemed more abrupt, but at least it was novel.
Afterwards, Duan Qing and Aguai finished their performances one after another, and it was Lin Luosang's turn to go on stage.
Her song begins with a soprano segment, and the audience loses control temporarily——
"Another person singing high notes on the mic? My ears are tired."
"What's going on? I see Lin Luosang has a synthesizer in front of her. Is she going to play with it too?"
"What's going on today? Did everyone buy the synthesizer and soprano combo?"
"I'm tired of shaking, too. Let me go."
…
When it was her turn to play the synthesizer, even though her sense of rhythm was much better than Ni Tong's, she still couldn't save the audience's enthusiasm due to aesthetic fatigue. Everyone was uninterested, and only a small number of people nodded along with the rhythm. It was completely incomparable to the atmosphere created by Ni Tong just now.
But this result was actually within Lin Luosang's expectations. After ending the climax of the first section with "Even if I live and die every day, I will get drunk before I stop", the band stopped playing, the lights came on, and the stage fell into silence.
There were footsteps, and the band's guitarist handed her a hat. Suddenly, a spotlight was hit on the drum set behind her. She grasped the brim of her hat with both hands and pushed it down, her cheeks hidden in the shadows.
Lin Luosang took off his coat and threw it aside.
The audience was also stunned by this sudden action. They followed her without blinking and held their breath.
She calmly sat down on the chair, shook the drumsticks, and then raised her hands, struck, and stepped on the pedals. Her intermittent movements seemed to be smooth and natural as if done in one go, and the extremely ear-piercing sound of drum music exploded on the ceiling!
She was dressed in black clothes and black pants, with rivet-studded Martin boots on her feet. Her body swayed slightly to the rhythm, and she was completely immersed in the melody.
The drums had a strong sense of rhythm, and she completely mastered the unruly drums. The enthusiasm of the audience, which had been dormant, was rekindled, and they cheered and raised their hands above their heads to applaud: "So cool!!"
The barrage of comments rolled by:
【Good...good legs.】
Did God hear my birthday wish yesterday?! Lin Luosang! Is there anything else you can't do?!
[Yes, but she won’t marry me.]
[Sister, stop playing the drums! Hit me!!!]
When she finished drumming, the audience responded with the most surging enthusiasm of the entire venue. As everyone was celebrating, a lonely message scrolled across the live broadcast room:
I was so sleepy watching the show just now that I went to get a glass of water. Halfway through, my roommates all started screaming. The water's all gone, and I didn't even see the drums. I feel like I've lost a billion. So sad. Don't get discouraged too soon when watching Lin Luosang's performance. You never know what surprises are in store. I'll never zone out again when I see her perform. Ugh.
Not long after the performance, she and Ni Tong became trending topics together.
Actually, it wasn't a big deal; a music blogger edited the two performances together, this time with Lin Luosang in front and Ni Tong in the back. The contrast was incredibly striking: [Lin Luosang's synthesizer work was quite good, but it's a shame that Ni Tong played it first, so the audience might not have been as enthusiastic about Lin Luosang. But I watched the replay, watching Lin Luosang first and then the others. I personally felt that her performance was incredibly tense and rich, with many elements, but each element played its own role, and there was no sense of disharmony.]
The initial comments also talked about the song:
Such a stiff rhythm arrangement... It feels like Ni Tong is completely detached from the song. And yet, there's so much applause at this kind of performance. Are you all crazy? PS, Lin Luosang's performance is really good, and he plays drums really well. I've got it on repeat.
Ni Tong was actually just lucky. She was the first one to come out, so the atmosphere was a bit chaotic. Her level... didn't even seem to be at the entry level.
Her last performance was pretty good, but this time it felt like she was forcing something that wasn't her own into her own song. It was like seeing someone else using a synthesizer and thinking it was awesome, then inserting it into her own song. It was so distracting and unpleasant to listen to.
I was there, and honestly, everyone went wild when the synthesizer came out because they thought it was quite novel, and with so many people, the atmosphere was just right. Listening to it again later, I was like, "What the hell is this? It makes me want to rip my mouth apart for cheering."
Gradually, people noticed that Ni Tong's expression when playing the synthesizer was very funny, and they couldn't help but take screenshots and share them:
What's the second person doing? Haha ...
And once you accept this setting——
[Alpaca, I'm laughing so hard that a volcano erupted within a ten-mile radius. What the hell is Ni Tong doing? Selling CDs on the street? That's too bad. Who forced you to sell CDs? Xiao Ni, tell me or I'll call the urban management to deal with him.]
Is that keyboard hot? Old man on the subway, looking at his phone.
[I just want to see what kind of stage can scream more than Lin Luosang's. Now that I've heard it, I want to die.]
As a result, more and more people, with the idea of enjoying the charm of emoticons, began to contribute to the hot searches.
It would have been fine if Ni Tong's performance hadn't made a splash, but since she initially drew so much applause, everyone's expectations were bound to be even higher. When they discovered she was just messing around, the anger and sarcasm brought on by disappointment reached a peak: [I'm begging for a pair of ears that haven't heard Ni Tong messing around with a synthesizer. I'm so filthy.]
Originally, the incident was about to end here, but who knew that a certain account edited a ghost video of Ni Tong, making her performance even funnier. Some entertainment accounts couldn't help but burst into laughter and forwarded it to spread it.
For a time, the entire Internet was filled with Ni Tong's videos and emoticons. Someone even added special effects of her not eating durian and barbecue skewers to the emoticon animations, and the onlookers were so happy that they couldn't fall asleep for half the night.
Even the dialog box when Yue Hui sent a message to Lin Luosang was filled with Ni Tong's emoticons that he had collected.
This one is for skateboarding shoes.
This is her cracking an egg with her head.
This is constipation.
Lin Luosang: [? ]
Yue Hui: [My happiness tonight is all given by Teacher Ni Tong.]
If she hadn't insisted on doing that before you, she wouldn't have been mocked online for being unworthy of her position. If she hadn't plagiarized your idea, she wouldn't have looked so terrible in comparison, and I wouldn't be feeling so good today! Good deeds will be rewarded, and evil deeds will be punished. I believe it!!!
Compared with Ni Tong, Lin Luosang's performance on the stage that night was simply god-level, and he received endless praise in the comparison.
As for Ni Tong, I heard that he has been hiding and refuses to see anyone.
After returning home, Lin Luosang took a hot bath, and his tiredness was indeed mostly relieved. While he was daydreaming, he suddenly got an inspiration. He put on his clothes casually, didn't even have time to blow dry his hair, and ran to the computer to write music.
While she was writing the song, Pei Hanzhou's car successfully backed into the underground garage.
Luo Xun's voice came from the other end of the Bluetooth headset: "By the way, can you ask your wife if she can help me get two tickets to Aguai's concert?"
"What do you mean?"
"Ah, that kid who's been all the rage lately is only eighteen. I see my sister-in-law and him seem to have a pretty good relationship, interacting with each other all the time. Should he be able to get a boyfriend? I don't like this kind of immature brat, but Ye Xian fucking loves him. I'm impressed." Luo Xun couldn't stop talking once he started. "You know, women like younger guys these days. Last time I saw, many women's life goal is to keep young handsome guys."
"A man like you, Pei Hanzhou, is already an old man at the age of twenty-seven or twenty-eight."
"You are no longer welcome, no one loves you."
"Hey, do you think my sister-in-law would like Aguai too? How about the four of us go watch it together?"
The man turned off the car and then asked calmly, "What did you ask me to help you ask?"
"Aguai's tickets! Two! Thank you!"
Pei Hanzhou hung up the phone expressionlessly, "Impossible, get lost."
Luo Xun: ???
The man returned home with a frown on his face. As soon as he opened the door, he found Lin Luosang watching a video.
Lin Luosang had been writing songs, but Sheng Qianye insisted she watch the "Goddess of Beauty" show at the Haute Couture show and sent her a video. She thought it was just a normal video and clicked on it without thinking too much, but the background music suddenly took a turn for the earthy, and a male voice broke out.
"My sister's legs are not legs, they are the spring waters of the Seine."
?
"My sister's back is not a back, a Bulgarian rose."
? ?
"My sister's waist is not a waist, it's the scimitar of the murderer."
???
Before she could hear the fourth sentence, the phone in her hand was snatched away.
The man's unhappy voice sounded above her head: "Who are you video chatting with?"
"Sheng Qianye sent me something, but he didn't video chat with anyone," she reached out and snatched it back, "I haven't finished reading it yet."
Pei Hanzhou narrowed his eyes: "What's so good about this?"
Lin Luosang slid away happily: "Have you seen these Victoria's Secret Angels? Their figures and temperament are so high-end. Isn't this beautiful??"
Although the background music is a bit annoying, I can tolerate it for the sake of watching the show.
The man lowered his eyes and glanced at her, wondering why she admired these people who were not as good-looking or had better figures than her.
He stood there for a while, feeling really impatient listening to the voice, and then he asked again: "Have you taken the medicine?"
Lin Luosang turned his head slowly: "..."
"Are you a devil?"
Maybe she stayed up too late these days, and the inflamed area is almost healed. Logically, she should take medicine today.
She sat there, refusing to accept his message, and soon the man placed the cup in front of her.
As soon as she smelled the scent, she didn't even bother to look at her phone and sighed heavily.
“It’s really hard for me…”
Halfway through her speech, she took out a piece of milk candy that she had gotten from somewhere. Looking at this only hope, Lin Luosang felt a little relieved. He placed the candy reverently on the table and picked up the medicine.
As she was halfway through drinking, a bony hand suddenly appeared on the table.
She tilted her head, and right under her nose, the man unpacked her only hope and threw it into his mouth.
Without caring about the pill he hadn't swallowed yet, Lin Luosang pounced on him like a hungry tiger, trying to stop him. He slammed into him with a bang, and the impact pushed the man back a little.
She grabbed his shoulders, mumbling something in her mouth. When she swallowed the last mouthful of medicine, her features frowned in bitterness, and she became even more angry: "This is the last one. If you eat it, what will I eat!"
The man stared at her.
She lay on top of him, so close that her breath was close to his, carrying the steaming scent of lily of the valley.
The outer pajamas are made of coral fleece in light orange color, and look very warm.
His hair was not dried and hung wetly behind him. Even when his pupils were wide open, there was no sign of aggression; they were dark and bright.
It's completely different from when she plays the drums, but it seems like every one of them is her.
"Sorry, I didn't know it was the last one." He said in a hoarse voice without any sincerity, "I'll give it back to you."
When the man kissed her, Lin Luosang was still on standby. She blinked a few times before realizing who she was. The hand that was holding his collar loosened weakly, and soon the man supported her back and turned her over. Now she was on the bottom, and he pressed her down and took what he wanted.
The smell of milk candy permeated the air.
She stared at his eyelashes for a while, then realized that the current posture was ambiguous, and her waist was a little sore after his long pressure.
I can hardly breathe.
After finally finding the right moment for the man to take a breath, Lin Luosang tilted his head back to avoid him, covering his lips and looking at the psychopath in front of him in disbelief: "...Isn't it bitter?"
The man's hands were still on her sides, his dark eyes spread for no reason, and his eyelids drooped.
He licked the corner of his lips, and after a few seconds he whispered -
“Sweet.”
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