[Hard talk, poisonous tongue, evil attack × Cold face, pretending to be good, the beauty suffers]
Ji Ming joined the team by air and was scolded by black fans. There was also Xu Jiayan in the team who ridiculed him every day.
The two of them started fighting when they looked at each other, and they didn't like each other every day.
Until an accident, his and Xu Jiayan's spiritual bodies accidentally merged and shared the energy core.
If they were a little further apart, both of them would be mentally attacked at the same time.
The company decisively bundled them for marketing: cohabitation, live broadcast, and group drama.
Ji Ming looked at the alarm bracelet on her wrist, then glanced at the arrogant face opposite, and her vision went dark.
The first day of being forced to live together.
Ji Ming: "Eat?"
Xu Jiayan sneered: "If you don't want to go, beg me."
Ji Ming had no expression on her face and turned around to leave.
A few minutes later, the two of them were holding on to the wall, their faces pale with pain.
Later, the two even began to share strong emotions.
One early morning.
Xu Jiayan: "..."
Ji Ming was awakened by a strange hot flash: "... Fuck!"
Holding the washed cloth, Xu Jiayan's face turned red: "Kill me, now."
Until Xu Jiayan discovered that Ji Ming's cell phone ringtone was an unpopular song before he debuted, and Ji Ming actually knew his preferences well!
Xu Jiayan stared at Ji Ming's cold side face, and thunder exploded in his head: Could it be that he... Has always secretly liked me?
From then on, Xu Jiayan fell into a strange fantasy and couldn't extricate himself:
Ji Ming felt uncomfortable staring at him and frowned impatiently: "What are you looking at?"
Xu Jiayan's ears turned red: "Who's looking at you!"
Ji Ming: "...?"
They develop dependence in their tit-for-tat confrontation, and become entangled in their mutual dislike. By the time they realize it, no one can live without the other.
The alarm will eventually go off, and symbiosis may be curable.
But when you have become accustomed to my existence and rely on my body temperature, dear teammate - this disease, you and I, are both terminally ill and there is no cure.
Concept: In a world full of hypocrisy, those physiological reactions that cannot be faked are real.
