I was the idol of Lucas Howard, the legendary director who controlled Hollywood. He paved the way with diamonds and created the Hollywood myth about me. The whole world says that I am the luckiest scheming girl.
However, at his confession ceremony of the century, which was broadcast live around the world, I broke away from his affectionate but shackles embrace, and in front of hundreds of millions of viewers, I decided to run towards Alan Darcy!
The top idol known as the "little sun on earth" instantly transformed into a furious lion and punched Lucas to the ground!
The nuclear explosion of public opinion is: ## ## #violenceCrazy real hammer# #BROKEN aesthetics#.
"Pretending to be noble? Aren't you just greedy for Allen's washboard body?!"
Sisters, I swear on my conscience:
When Allen's furious chest muscles burst his silk shirt, and his eight-pack abs stretched out suffocating lines; when the hot sweat slid across his sharp jaw and fatal Adam's apple, and soaked into his sweat-drenched collar; when he pulled me into an embrace as solid as a soldering iron with his hot breath of gunpowder smoke and hormones...
Damn it! My legs were weak and my heart was beating fast!
But! I swear by touching Lucas's pigeon eggs, the former financial owner's body... That's quite, quite, quite useful!
Ahem... Is this really all the reason why I gave up the power of Hollywood and the love of God?
Everything... Started that night when I was working part-time when I was little...
A brainless and refreshing article in the entertainment industry, about the portrayal and description of the bodies of the male protagonists. I strive not to disappoint the sisters and hope to bring happiness to the sisters.
