Immoral literature/Second male lead
The cold and alienated dance drama director&snatching the people in power
Three years ago, at the NTU graduation party, Tan Zui's nephew asked him to take a friend to the airport and said his surname was Li.
Tanzui saw the flushed face on the car window, and the raindrops fell from the window and met her eyebrows.
Feeling tired of talking, he subconsciously picked up a tissue and tried to wipe the corners of her eyes. When she turned sideways, a pair of shining eyes looked into his.
The slender lady's cigarette was held in the corner of her lips, and her tone was still choked, "Uncle, do you have a fire?"
Tanzui took out the aged lighter from his pocket and leaned a little closer. The bitter grapefruit fragrance after the bath hit his face along with the wet hot water steam.
In the quiet space, Tan Zui raised his palms to light a cigarette for her.
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Later, it was at a dinner party at Tan's house.
Li Xiang was wearing a plain dress, sitting quietly in the corner, with an upright posture and indifferent eyebrows, which was incompatible with the glitz around him.
During the dinner, some elders joked, "A Shuo has really good eyesight. His girlfriend has an outstanding temperament and is well-known in the circle. She is really a good match."
Everyone smiled and responded.
"A good match."
A low laugh came from the main seat, and the conversation was not loud, but it made the table instantly quiet:
"Who gave you this illusion?"
He played with the tea cup in his hand, his fingertips were long and the joints were clear.
Everyone was silent.
Li Xiang raised his head, looked through the swaying figure, and looked into those cold eyes. His eyes followed his gaze and landed on his fingertips. Her eyes trembled slightly, and the place where the fingertips touched felt hot.
He was the elder, the leader of the Tan family, and she was just the last companion at the table, his future niece-in-law.
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Intention: Say goodbye to the old self
