In a dim area, a faint and dim light hit the center, and the quiet area around it only illuminates a little dim light around it. There are silent everywhere, and only two slight panting sounds intertwined.

This is a dance practice room, and the two figures are facing a large piece of glass.

These two figures stood in embrace each other, the shadows cast by the dim lights were entangled, the tall man's shadow was domineeringly embracing the petite woman's shadow in his arms, and the woman's long curly hair was draped on her chest.

The woman whimpered and retreated, but could only retreat into the man's arms.

The man hugged her arms and suddenly locked them, as if he wanted to press her deeply into his bones and blood.

He reached out to hold her chin and forced her to look at her flushed self in the mirror.

The woman was forced to look up at herself in the mirror, with her hair messy, her lips bright red, and her eyes blurred.

Suddenly.

The woman's eyes gradually changed from fear to calm, her mouth curled slightly, and she turned around to embrace the man's strong waist, her eyes were aggressive, and she swept from his Adam's apple to his lips, his nose tip, his nose bridge, and then

He slowly raised his eyes, his expression was charming and provocative, and his weak and boneless hands seemed to be carrying fire. He moved upwards from the spinal groove on his back little by little, touching the back of his neck.

This is one of the extremely fragile parts of a person. He has always been very alert. At this moment, he seems to be a helpless child who has made a mistake. He has no defense. He lowered his eyebrows and eyes, his eyelashes trembled, and let the woman do the same.

His misconduct.

The woman was about to press his head and be intimate with him-

Hum? Can't press it?

Press again? Or can't press it?

Atractylodes laid its neck and used it to fight against Yan Luo's brute force. It was like a good woman and refused to approach Yan Luo's face. Yan Luo could not press it down no matter how hard it was.

The fingers that carefully covered her waist trembled, and moved their fingers very slightly, but touched her slightly cool white waist. His whole body stiffened and he didn't dare to move.

The warm breaths were tangled together, and he was a little breathless. He quietly pulled a distance away, and the softness that was pressed against his chest was separated, and his eyes didn't dare to fall on her face, so he quietly turned his face away, "

Too...too close..."

Why does it feel different from jumping up with his friend?

Obviously...

Obviously, the two of them danced, but they didn't...

So strange.

Yan Luo was puzzled, "Is this a dance move?"

She also didn't understand why the two big men chose such an ambiguous dance.

Atractylodes forced herself to look at her eyes like a ok, and met her serious eyes, but quickly moved away as if she was burned. "I'm a little... uncomfortable."

"Don't be comfortable?" Yan Luo suddenly realized that it might be that the innocent young master had never had such direct contact with a girl. She patted his shoulder with a angrily to show comfort, "It's okay, just treat your aunt as yourself

Just be a man.”

Atractylodes:...

"If it really doesn't work, just treat me as the aunt selling fried dough sticks at the school gate." Yan Luo looked at him seriously.

She is so friendly and friendly to her eldest nephew, and even puts herself in the position of her elders.

Atractylodes was stunned for a few seconds, then sighed deeply, patted his forehead with a headache, and said to himself, "What am I nervous about?-"

Yan Luo didn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

"Nothing." A young man's heart of Atractylodes has been hurt and has been rife with holes. He has entered the sage time, the ancient well Wubo Road, "Continue to practice dancing."

He completely regained the feeling of dancing with his brother.

The bright moon hangs high, the night is fascinating, the moon scatters into the room from the window lattice, and spills all over the floor. Two close-up figures are like villains in music boxes, dancing to the music.

——

On that night, Yan Luo had a dream.

She was trapped in her body and lost the control of her body. She could only let this body take action without her control.

This strange feeling made her fall into the abyss, and panic quickly swept through her brain nerves.

Yan Luo was used to fearing death, and her strong desire to survive made her struggle to try to get back the dominance of her body.

She worked hard for several times but failed, and the laziness and optimism in her bones quickly calmed down.

Forget it, since you can't resist, it's better to lie down and enjoy it.

If you have the ability, kill her.

It has reached this point, Yan Luo still thought leisurely and optimistically, it feels really uncomfortable to be trapped in his body.

She no longer said that Yan Nuo is the most useless heroine.

She was just watching a first-person holographic immersive movie, and leisurely became an audience.

The plot is a bloody romance boss n-piece set that Yan Luo has seen. He loves her, he doesn't love her, she loves him, he doesn't love her, framed and turn bad things into danger, the vicious female supporting role ends up miserable, the heroine and male protagonist happyending

.

However, what Yan Luo is now forced to immerse in the perspective of the heroine, but the perspective of the vicious female supporting role.

She is familiar with the plot, isn’t it the original direction of this novel world?

There was also a male narration that was more emotional than Yan Luo himself, explaining with emotion throughout the whole process.

The vicious female supporting role, that is, Yan Luo's body died on the street. Yan Luo also successfully switched from the first perspective to the God's perspective. She guessed with reason and evidence that this is called the soul leaving the body.

She stared at her body without blinking, with a serious face. After a while, she said to herself, "Damn it, a stinky beauty, she looks so beautiful even if she dies with her eyes open."

Narration:...

Its voice brought in disbelief: "Are you not afraid of death?"

Yan Luo felt that the narrator might not be very good, so he hesitated to answer, "I'm dead... are you still afraid?"

Damn it.

The narrator continued to silence, and the scenes around him quickly distorted and changed like revenge. Not long after, Yan Luo returned to the scene that was just beginning.

The mysterious narration's revenge mentality was very obvious. Yan Luo seemed to be trapped in a cycle, dying constantly, and resurrecting constantly with his eyes open.

During this period, the malicious narration was accompanied by a tempting voice.

Yan Luo looked at it and began to get distracted as if he was taking a math class, and his thoughts couldn't help but float away.

She felt that when she was resurrected, it was like... the stone monkey in the first episode of Journey to the West was born.

The narrator noticed her distraction and was so anxious that he cursed, "Is it mine or yours when you listen to the class? How can you have a good ending and a bright future in the future? You are really the worst class I have ever led! Look at me

What are you doing? Look at the plot!"

Yan Luo corrected his expression, "Please continue to go through the plot."

She was forced to watch it in circles countless times, not to mention her own lines, she could recite even her opponent's lines.

Yan Luo was bored, and the drama actress was on the top of her body. She played n characters and began to divide the score:

"Yan Luo! What are you doing!"

"Ah! I don't! Ah! Yan Nuo! You bitch!"

"Brother, what am I doing wrong? My sister hates me so much?"

"No, Nono, you are right!"

In the end, he didn't even let go of the narrator and stole the other person's lines, but he couldn't even insert a word of the narrator.

Narration:...
Chapter completed!