[Pseudo-Bone | The pure and sober little white flower VS the damp and steady boss]
1.
Lin Zhang, the heir to a wealthy family, is self-denial and courteous, calm and steady, and has not had any romantic news with a woman for many years. He is like a jade Bodhisattva who is ruthless and has no desires.
At the end of the banquet, his friend, with the intention of teasing the Jade Bodhisattva, handed him the phone with great interest, "How was it?"
Lin Zhang tilted his head slightly, and his solemn and dignified profile cast a dark shadow on the screen of his mobile phone.
Under the expectant gaze of his friend, he looked up at the girl on the screen wearing a light purple tight-fitting suspender belt and a bunny girl mask. Her waist was slender, and her exposed skin was white and glowing.
But he's just a sideshow anchor just to gain traffic.
A secret disgust arose in his heart, for no other reason than because the red mole on her collarbone was similar to that of his sister.
Lin Zhang looked away and said casually, "Not very good."
2.
At home, my sister didn't seem to expect that he would come back tonight.
She walked out of the bathroom wrapped only in a white bath towel. The red mole on her collarbone was stained red by the high temperature of the water mist.
He looked at it for a long time, and it wasn't until his sister called softly that he came back to his senses.
After that, Lin Zhang couldn't help but go to the live broadcast room, and the figures of his sister's broadcast seemed to overlap in a trance.
He hated the blogger even more, and at the same time secretly despised his own despicable blasphemy against his sister.
Until one time I saw the familiar mask in my sister's room.
3.
On a damp and cold night, the windows of the Maybach were fogged up.
Lin Zhang stood outside blowing smoke rings, waiting for the cigarette in his hand to slowly burn out.
After calming down for a moment, the car door opened, he went in and held her wrist, playing a video repeatedly in his hand.
"Sister, is there something you want to hide from me?"
He pressed her under him, his palms roaming over the snow-white skin, and his warm fingertips brushed against the tears on his sister's flushed cheeks.
He kissed the red mole awkwardly, in the dark where no one could see it. As she sobbed, he bit the tip of her red ear in a hoarse voice, "Shh, we'll find out after a check."
Ps double c/The copywriting is based on the misunderstanding of the male protagonist/
Purpose: Long-lasting love
