Chapter 629 - The Film Tycoon’s National Sister (40)
Chapter 629 The Film Tycoon’s National Sister (40)
Bai Weiwei: “Tong, how did your male lead blacken?”
The system was shocked at her shamelessness. “You’re the one who provoked him, don’t you know?”
Bai Weiwei: “I only provoked him twice. How could a normal person blacken so easily?”
System: “Would normal people like their sister? They’d be perverts.”
Pervert = Lu Zixi = provoked twice = completely blackened!
There was absolutely nothing wrong with this formula.
Bai Weiwei recollected her train of thought and readjusted her mood.
How did normal people react to perverts?
It was impossible for her to pounce on him and say, “Gege, I love you, too.”
This persona would fall apart within minutes.
For Bai Weiwei, a collapse in character settings was equivalent to a favorability of a big fat zero.
Even if she wanted to love, there were layers of hierarchy leading to love.
First be shocked, then resist, and get through this disaster.
Bai Weiwei maintained her fearful expression and continued to draw back. She repeated: “Gege, did you get too deep into the act?”
Lu Zixi knew that if he gave in and let his feelings run wildly.
She would definitely have this attitude.
He lowered his head, as if struggling with something. He whispered: “If only it were that.”
A trace of expectation appeared in Bai Weiwei’s frightened eyes. “Gege, calm down, it’s just an act.”
As she spoke, she continued to edge towards the side of the bed, cautiously, as though facing a large carnivorous beast. She tremblingly tried to evade his trap.
When she finally reached the edge of the bed, Bai Weiwei’s face revealed a sense of relief. She was just about to get out of bed and run away.
A hand firmly gripped her ankle and dragged her back.
His fingers were slender and powerful. Due to his pampered upbringing, his hands didn’t have calluses.
They were fair and delicate, as beautiful as the fingers of a pianist.
But these fingers, in Bai Weiwei’s eyes, were no different from the most terrible things in the world.
Lu Zixi looked up, his eyes burning with madness. He chuckled softly. “Weiwei knows that gege was just too deep into the act. Why do you want to run? You won’t comfort your brother?”
Bai Weiwei’s eyes were red. “Gege, don’t be like this. I’m scared.”
Lu Zixi sighed. “I don’t want this, either. It’s all your fault.”
Bai Weiwei: This kind of ability to turn the tables1 had to be learned. It was beyond the realm of shamelessness.
Lu Zixi lowered his head and lightly kissed her ankle. Her feet was small and tender, as soft and lovely as cotton candy.
“Why did you appear?” He laughed, but his voice was surprisingly dark.
“I should hate you.”
His kiss gradually reached her calf.
Bai Weiwei felt that his kiss was clearly very soft, but it felt extremely erotic.
She began to shiver uncontrollably. It tickled.
Lu Zixi thought she was afraid, but he refused to let her go.
He had already fallen to this point. Even if he let her go and pretended to be a good brother.
She wouldn’t believe it anymore.
Rather than that, it was better to continue down the wrong path like this.
Leave her with no way to retreat.
Bai Weiwei’s eyes widened in horror. She began to struggle desperately. “Gege, let me go, let go.”
Lu Zixi patiently suppressed her struggle bit by bit.
“Let’s be together, okay, Weiwei?”
Bai Weiwei screamed, “No–”
Lu Zixi lowered his head and gave two short laughs that made one’s hair stand on end.
He reached up and combed back his short, drooping hair, revealing a full and fair-skinned forehead and perfectly sculpted features.
And a pair of predatory, frightening eyes.
1: 倒打一耙: lit. to strike with a muckrake; fig. to make bogus accusations (against one’s victim).