Cross the passers-by: The male god opens the door and sends the plug-in!

Chapter 18: Young Idols (19)

His bony fingers covered his eyes from a short distance, and Yue Chen's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.

His mind was full of the scene where these hands would touch him, and he didn't pay attention to Cuomo's special silence for a moment.

He parted his lips slightly, his eyes were filled with indescribable tension, and he couldn't help imagining Cumo's humming appearance and tone.

Maybe, it will be unconsciously soft and seductive?
However, the shadow on his eyes suddenly disappeared, and then he heard a sentence: "Hmph. Are you the most interesting?"

The lines are the same lines, but the tone is a statement that has not changed for thousands of years.

It is clearly a line that he can't restrain even in a low voice, but Cuomo can forcefully pronounce it indifferently as "today's weather is fine".

Yue Chen was speechless for a moment.

He turned around and looked at Cuomo who was still covering him with one hand, but had already picked up the script with the other hand and copied the lines.

...which he hadn't expected.

Yuechen took a deep breath, adjusted himself, and pursed his lips.

The thoughts in my mind disappeared in a flash, and it became more dusty than words.

Cuomo, who had a calm expression, opened his eyes a little bit, as if asking if it was okay.

Yuechen became more and more helpless, and his heart filled with anticipation couldn't help being stuffy. He bit his lip and took a step towards Cumo.

The distance between the two was very close, but at this time Yuechen suddenly stepped forward, shortening the distance to just a few feet.

Cumo was stunned for a second, then subconsciously stepped back a little, trying to keep a distance, but forgot that he would hit the sofa, so he just sat down.

"Hey... Cumo, how about a little affection? It's a good show."

Before Kemo got up, Yuechen leaned over, his slender hands resting on both sides of his body, in a very aggressive posture, he suppressed and suppressed, and then smiled softly and puffed his cheeks slightly.

A trace of helplessness appeared on the young man's fair and delicate face, which imperceptibly weakened the imminent sense of oppression.

Cuomo, though alienated, was a bit soft.Hearing his discussing tone, he unconsciously pursed his lips into a straight line.

After a while, he could only confess the facts helplessly: "Sorry, I won't."

Hearing this, Yue Chen slapped his heart unexpectedly.

Wen Sheng tentatively said, "No...huh?"

Cuomo was embarrassed for a while, and he looked away expressionlessly.

Certainly in a sense.

It turned out to be the case.

After Yue Chen understood it, he didn't have any difficulties, but instead smiled: "It's okay, it's very simple, I'll teach you."

The moment he bent his eyes softly, the indifference disappeared.The youthful face was naturally sweet, and the long eyelashes blinked, as if blinking on the tip of the heart.

It's like the manga god he likes...

Because of this sudden thought, the words that Cuomo was about to reject got stuck in his throat in a daze.

It was rare to see Cumo's expression other than indifference, Yue Chen's eyelashes trembled, and the curvature of the corners of his lips could not help but widen a bit.

——Facing the camera with high frequency, he understands how to show the most charming smile, and now he is applying what he has learned to seduce the person he likes, which is not a foul.

Cuomo didn't speak, so he just acquiesced.

In a leaning posture, Yuechen began to 'concentrate on teaching' in a low voice.

"Put your lips tighter."

"Yeah... take it easy on your vocal cords."

When he realized that he could no longer refuse, Cuomo had no choice but to do so stiffly, his pretty brows furrowed almost invisibly.

"Then, just try to make a sound from your throat."

Yuechen looked at him intently, their noses were almost touching.

Without the cover of glasses, the sense of security that belongs to facial paralysis is minimal, and facing such a scorching and focused gaze, Cuomo, who has no real experience in dealing with people, unconsciously grasped the edge of the sofa with his fingers, helplessly and troubled: "... ...Must, learn this?"

(End of this chapter)