Lin Yimao raised his head in surprise.

I saw that Park So-yeon had turned sideways, but her little head still turned away from him arrogantly.

Looking at the back of his head, Lin Yimao's heart skipped a beat.

It's a heart-pounding feeling... what the hell!

Are you pitying me?

That's not what I meant!

Lin Yimao felt like he was about to burst.

…

"Ding!"

At this time, the elevator door also opened.

The girls walked out in a swarm.

Lin Yimao squatted on the ground depressedly and picked up the USB flash drive.

[Fortunately, it was not discovered...]

…

Just as I was about to stand up, I saw from the corner of my eye a pair of light blue delicate shoes in the left corner of the elevator...

Looking up, the small white socks exposed between the trousers and shoes symbolize innocence, the light blue jeans symbolize purity, and the white T-shirt with tolove printed on it symbolizes fashion...

"Bao...baolan?"

She looked at Lin Yimao with a little curiosity, a little fear and...a hint of teasing in her eyes.

With such complicated eyes, Lin Yimao knew at a glance that everything she had just done had been seen by this woman who was less than 1.5 meters tall and was still pretending to be a lolita in her late 30s!

What is this? A social death scene?

It’s really...everything has been going wrong since yesterday!

…

…

Late at night.

t-ara dormitory.

It’s the same sofa.

It’s still the same thin yellow quilt.

Still so...quiet.

"Squeak~"

"Oppa, are you asleep?"

Lin Yimao felt a push.

I woke up in a daze and saw a childish little face.

"Oppa, are you asleep?"

Lin Yimao:......

"What do you think?" Lin Yimao said speechlessly, he was about to start dreaming!

"That's great, Oppa, you can't sleep either!" Park Ji-yeon clapped her hands and said.

[Which eye of yours saw that I couldn’t sleep? Didn’t you push me to wake me up?]

Lin Yimao looked helplessly at this underage kid with a pair of dead fish eyes.

This girl... doesn't look very smart?

"Oppa, I can't sleep anyway, can you chat with me?" Park Ji-yeon shook Lin Yimao's arm and asked.

Lin Yimao sat up helplessly and patted his side: "Sit down."

Park Ji-yeon's face lit up, and she sat down next to Lin Ye-mao.

【No need to stick so close!】

Of course, how could Lin Yimao say such hurtful words? He is a warm man.

"Have you heard, Oppa?" Park Ji-yeon's tone suddenly became a little low.

"Um?"

【Don’t be a dumb fan, hey!】

"The president said that he would place new members at T-ara..."

"No... isn't that good?" Lin Yimao's tone was a little indifferent, but he was muttering in his heart: [Is Jin Guangzhu's head okay? At this time, new members are being brought in...]

What he was thinking was that T-ara's reputation was earned through hard work by six girls. If others suddenly got a share of the pie without paying any price, everyone would have some objections.

Except the Holy Mother.

"I heard that the member who is going to join the queue is younger than me..." Park Ji-yeon's tone became increasingly low, and she hugged Lin Ye-mao's arm: "I won't be T-ara's maknae from now on..."

Lin Yimao can only say that she is indeed a child. The first thing she worries about is not that others will share the fruits of their labor, but that others will take away the "love" that her sisters have for her.

"Then is our Zhiyan willing to share your Ernie?" Lin Yimao asked.

Park Ji-yeon was stunned for a long time, seeming to be thinking about what Lin Ye-mao said: "Are you willing to share Unnie's love?"

"Actually, this question is not difficult to answer. You just need to touch your heart and ask yourself this in your heart. The faster your heart beats, the answer is that you don't want to." Lin Yimao said softly.

Park Ji-yeon looked at Lin Ye-mao with big eyes, and bit her lip gently.

Then he grabbed Lin Yimao's hand and pressed it on his left chest.

"Ah this..."

The girl was wearing very thin clothes. She didn't wear a bra because she was sleeping. Her hands were warm... soft... and felt like a violent beating.

Lin Yimao's whole body is not feeling well!

"Oppa, please help me distinguish..." The girl's shy voice brought back Lin Yimao's messy thoughts.

Lin Yimao's eyes moved from her chest to her pretty face.

Even late at night, you can still see that young face is flushed.

Lin Yimao nodded blankly.

"I do."

A few seconds passed.

"I do not want to."

…

Lin Yimao carefully felt her tenderness...oh no, her heartbeat.

"I understand." Lin Yimao gently pulled his hand back, then stroked her little head, his voice was gentle and magnetic: "Our Zhiyan is a good child."

"I...I do?" Park Zhiyan's voice was trembling.

After getting Lin Ye Mao's affirmative nod, Park Ji Yeon suddenly rushed over, hugged Lin Ye Mao's neck and kissed Lin Ye Mao on the corner of the mouth.

"oppa, this is our secret!"

Then he stood up shyly and ran back to his room...

Lin Yimao looked at his hand blankly, and sighed softly.

[Silly boy, you don’t want to share Ernie’s love...]

In fact, it was a question of choosing between two options for Lin Yimao.

If you are willing, Park Ji-yeon is a good child.

If you don't want to, Park Ji-yeon is a bad girl.

It's like a scale, with the weights of good kids and bad kids placed on both sides.

The original balance was tilting towards the side of the bad boy due to the gradual expansion of the bad boy.

However, Lin Yimao's answer was like another good boy's weight that suddenly appeared, pressing on the original good boy's weight, and the balance naturally tilted back.

I just don’t know...when will the bad boy’s weight expand to the point where even the two good boy’s weights can’t hold it down...

I hope that day will never come.

Lin Yimao lay down quietly.

The breeze blew and he fell into sleep again.

…
Chapter completed!