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I dressed as the domineering heroine in the crematorium chasing her husband. According to the plot, I should torture the male protagonist Wenxian until he was physically and mentally injured and then repent.
But in front of him, Wen Xian was curled up on the sofa, the ends of his eyes were red, and the collar of his shirt was slightly open, revealing the ambiguous traces of his collarbone.
The system screamed: "Host, come on! Humiliate him! Force him! This is the key to the plot!"
I leaned over and pinched his chin, smiling lowly: "Does it hurt?"
He trembled and closed his eyes, thinking it was a new torture.
But I kissed his wet eyelashes: "I'm sorry, I won't do it again."
The system crashed and Wen Xian opened his eyes in shock.
I tore up the script - go to his crematorium, of course such a beautiful man should be held in the palm of my hand and pampered.
