Baili Xin exerted a little force in his arms, holding the beautiful lady firmly in his arms, and stepped steadily on each step.
"Mr. Xin, I never thought that such a strong power is hidden in your slender body," Mrs. Richard praised with her red lips opening and closing, "It makes me feel so safe."
Baili Xin smiled politely: "I didn't expect that Madam Richard has a power that cannot be underestimated."
Mrs. Richard raised the corners of her lips gracefully, and naturally put her arms around Baili Xin's neck, and her body naturally hung on Baili Xin.
She put her head close to Baili Xin's ear and said in a charming and bewitching voice, "Dear, calling me Mrs. Richard is too formal. It's better to call me Carl."
Because they were too close, the soft black gauze with hard silk inlaid in it that covered her face brushed against Baili Xin's neck, and the warm breath faintly teased his sensitive earlobes.
Baili Xin's eyes flickered. He just turned his head slightly to avoid the other party's touch, and smiled politely and gentlemanly: "Okay, Miss Jiaer."
Richard stood awkwardly beside the two men, looking nervous yet relieved. He walked carefully, not showing any anger even when he saw his wife behaving inappropriately beside him.
Judging from his behavior, the word "servant" would be more appropriate rather than Miss Gal's husband.
Gal
Baili Xin glanced at the woman in his arms with a subtle expression. The handwriting was really good.
Richard followed the two of them and walked to 203 and 204. The rooms here were similar to those in a hotel, with a high-end carpet with gold threads and red velvet in the middle. The rooms faced each other on both sides of the corridor.
There are 10 rooms on one floor, 5 on the shady side and 5 on the sunny side.
The points for the yin side are from 201 to 205, and those for the yang side are from 206 to 210.
Baili Xin is in room 204, next to him are room 203 and 205, and opposite is room 207.
Miss Gal is in room 203, 205 is the youngest daughter's room.
Opposite him, at 207, lives Mr. Nick.
When Baili Xin arrived on the second floor, he found that the luggage was already waiting in front of their door.
He took a quick glance at the square wicker suitcase in front of him.
Because he was holding a child in his arms, Baili Xin did not rush back to his room, but first carried Miss Gal to 203.
In front of the door of Room 203 stood a black suitcase and a brand new wheelchair.
As soon as he stood firm, Richard hurried forward, afraid of neglecting the two of them, or more precisely, Miss Gal.
Richard held the key to Miss Garr's room. His ink-stained fingers quickly inserted the key into the lock and opened the door. Richard respectfully placed his hands in front of him and said, "Okay, the door is open."
Baili Xin walked into the room carrying Miss Gal, and Richard followed closely behind with the suitcase.
After Richard placed the luggage and wheelchair neatly by the door, Miss Garr said calmly, "Okay, my husband, you can go back and rest now."
The moment he finished speaking, Richard left as fast as the wind.
My goodness, how much do you want to escape
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Studio.
Miss Jiaer? 190cm tall? Flat chested? Shit, no, it can't be what I thought, right
All I want to do now is whistle.
Here he comes! If Gal doesn't win, I'll take his head off and kick it like a ball.
Well, let's not swear such a cruel oath, right? We should at least leave ourselves a way out, right
It doesn’t matter, I’ve seen it all!
High emotional intelligence: contains a power that cannot be underestimated.
Low emotional intelligence: So heavy!
Our God Xin can speak.
I thought Richard and Miss Carle were a normal couple before, but why did they suddenly become abnormal when I saw them just now? Are Richard and Miss Carle really a couple? Why does Richard seem so afraid of Carle that he wants to run away when he sees her
I've already said that, that's not Lady Richard, that's our boss, God Xin's top!
Tsk tsk tsk, boss, could this copy really be about girls
It’s exciting, can’t we counterattack
"Lift up the skirt to compare size" to find out.
Check out "Under the Skirt".
Forehead.
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Richard did not forget to close the door when he ran away. There was a crisp "bang" sound and the door closed.
Miss Jiaer suddenly screamed and pressed her body tightly against Baili Xin. "Mr. Xin, this is so scary. Is there thunder?"
Baili Xin looked at the bright moon outside, which was as bright as a white jade plate: "..."
Tell me yourself, is what you said outrageous
Miss Gal was wearing a heavy and noble dress. The sapphire blue dress was mysterious and noble. Her whole body seemed to be sparkling with little lights, like billions of stars in the vast night sky.
Through the layers of thick skirt, Baili Xin seemed to vaguely feel something rubbing against his waist.
Aren't these legs quite flexible? How could there be a problem
Where Miss Gal couldn't see, Baili Xin's expression became subtle again for a moment.
"Only Mr. Richard closed the door, Miss Garr," Priscilla replied patiently, "Look outside, the stars are so vast, how could it rain?"
Miss Jiaer then looked out the window hesitantly and slowly loosened her arms that were tightly wrapped around Baili Xin. "Really, that's very thoughtful, Mr. Xin, please put me on the bed."
Baili Xin was standing at the entrance holding Miss Jiaer in his arms. He changed into a pair of slippers and walked in holding Miss Jiaer, silently looking around the furnishings in the room.
The room was paved with light grey flooring with a faint golden sheen, which was amazing at first glance.
Although it is unclear what the floor in this movie world is made of, considering the extravagance of this resort, this floor must be worth a lot of money.
There is an oil painting hanging in this room, a picture of an angel with bright colors. The angel is holding an olive branch, a symbol of peace, out of the painting, with a Mona Lisa-like smile on his lips, holy and gentle.
This room is large. A more reasonable term would be to call it a top-notch presidential suite.
Baili Xin carried Miss Gal to the door next to him and gently pushed it to turn on the light.
Under the warm light of light yellow, a beautiful bedroom appeared before the two of them.
The huge bed surface was thick and bulging, and at a glance, one could feel the softness of feathers.
Baili Xin gently placed Miss Gal on the bed that was as soft as a cloud. When he was about to get up, Gal, intentionally or unintentionally, hooked his arm around Baili Xin's neck and pulled her onto the bed.
On the huge white bed, Baili Xin staggered two steps and sank next to Gal.
The next second, the soft quilt was blown up and Baili Xin felt himself sinking into deep snow.
Gal suddenly came closer, her veil was thick, but Baili Xin could feel a hot and exposed gaze.
"Mr. Xin, do I remember the servant of the impoverished nobleman?" Gal casually rested his arms on the bed, his posture lazy yet charming.
She bent sideways, her light golden curls almost falling on Baili Xin's face.
Baili Xin was stunned for a second, "Yes, ma'am."
Gal: "Mr. Xin, I think he is really excellent."
"Such an excellent person should not just serve others. Have you never thought about or even complained about why people are born to be high and mighty masters but can only be servants?"
"Te's master is a coarse, poor, foolish son of a landlord. But yours is elegant and knowledgeable." The pure white silk gloves were suddenly lifted up, and Gar's fingertips gently traced Baili Xin's eyebrows and eyes, "and a face that makes the world pale in comparison."
"Have you ever thought about exchanging identities with that idiot and becoming a superior person?"
Silk has a unique cool touch, the force is neither light nor heavy, but just right to bring about an unbearable feeling like being bitten by ants.
Baili Xin raised her hand and grasped Gar's twitching wrist, and shook her head gently, "I have never thought of it that way, ma'am. My masters have always been kind to me. Although I am of humble status, they have never treated me as a real servant."
Gal chuckled: "If you don't treat me as a true servant, you won't treat me as a true friend. If people are like this, once they stand in a position of power, they will unconsciously look down on everything. They are just not big enough now, what about when they grow up? Don't they think about themselves and their descendants? Are they willing to let their descendants continue to be humble slaves and serve the downtrodden master?"
Baili Xin turned his gaze and met Jiaer's veil: "Ms. Jiaer, what do you want to say?"
A light laugh escaped from Garr's lips, and her voice was like that of a witch hiding in the darkness, tempting passers-by to fall: "Dear, I can help you get rid of all this."
Baili Xin supported herself on the soft bed and sat up: "Thank you for your kindness, but I don't need it, ma'am."
He politely got off the bed and looked down at the mysterious Miss Gal. "I'm next door. If you need any help, just knock on the wall. I'll come over when I hear you."
"Please have a good rest, Miss Gar."
Seeing Baili Xin leaving, Jiaer said to him from behind: "Mr. Xin, if you regret it, you can always come to me. My door is always open."
"Unlike those fake philanthropists, I welcome everyone."
Baili Xin smiled politely, walked to the entrance, changed his shoes, and left.
Watching Baili Xin leave, Gal's bright red tongue greedily licked the corner of his lips, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his lips under the veil.
She exhaled a breath of foul air, put the hand that had just touched Baili Xin's cheek to her nose and sniffed, and sighed softly: "Alluring soul fragrance."
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When Baili Xin walked out of Gal's room, most of the luggage in front of him had disappeared.
He opened the door of his room and pushed in the wicker box that he had never seen before.
After changing into the slippers prepared by the resort and walking into the living room, Baili Xin did not rush to open the wicker box, but put it aside and slowly sat on the sofa.
He looked somewhat dejected, his body slumped numbly into the sofa, his eyes blank as he covered his face with his hands.
Then his thin shoulders trembled.
Trembling, he collapsed weakly on the sofa, looking helpless and pitiful.
A sobbing-like sound gently poured out from the palm of his hand, adding a bit of weakness to Qing's helplessness and pity.
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Studio.
Small head, big question mark.
I slowly typed a question mark.
What happened to Xin Shen? Is he crying
Um... am I the only one who thinks that Xin Shen is trying to hold back his laughter? Um... the frequency of shaking shoulders when crying and laughing is really different. He is obviously trying to hold back his laughter.
That's weird. Let me take another look.
Oh, I'm really trying to hold back my laughter.
Why should I hold back my laughter
Not afraid of being discovered, so you stay in the room and dare not let yourself go
So… why should the mind suppress laughter
Is it because he discovered that the big brother was a cross-dresser? Forget about the cross-dresser, but he still thought that Xin Shen didn't notice and kept charming the other party
"I don't know for him" "He doesn't know for me but I just pretend not to know"
Wow, are you guys putting dolls here
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Hahaha.
Ha ha ha ha.
Gal, Diga, the cross-dressing guy.
I'm dying of laughter. I almost couldn't hold it in in the next room just now. Help!
Emma, my stomach hurts.
Three minutes later, Baili Xin wiped his face, rubbed his cheeks which were somewhat stiff from smiling, and sat up.
Except for some redness on her cheeks and eye sockets, her expression had returned to her usual dignified and polite self.
He stood up and walked to the wicker suitcase and opened it. There were deep signs of wear and tear on the four corners of the suitcase. Although the character he played cared about it, the wear and tear was still there.
The two sets of simple clothes on the top of the suitcase were not much different from what he was wearing, simple black, white and gray vest and shirt style.
There is a notebook hidden under the clothes. The surface of the notebook is made of cowhide. Judging from the wear and tear of the leather, this notebook is quite old.
He picked up the notebook, closed the suitcase, and walked back to the sofa to read it carefully.
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May 3
My name is Bailixin, a servant of the noble Emir's family. I have lived here since I was old enough to understand. This is my home.
Oh, no. This is not my home, this is the home of the Emir and I am just a poor servant bought by them.
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December 8
Today is my birthday, I am happy.
But today is the young master’s birthday, and everyone is celebrating his birthday, except for the pony in the stable who is still with me.
Xin, I wish myself a happy birthday and I wish the young master a "happy" birthday.
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February 2
I am not happy today.
My favorite My Little Pony has been sold. So has the child whom I raised from childhood and who I have been with since the child could not crawl.
No matter how I begged the young master and the master, they responded to me coldly.
I can't forget the look Polly gave me before she left, helpless, pleading, and resentful.
My master told me that even I was their property, not to mention my pony. I had no say in this family because I was just a servant they bought.
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June 3
We were much older, and in order to keep the young master company, Grandpa asked me and the young master to study together under the guidance of a tutor.
But the young master was too stupid. His brain was like a smashed watermelon, with only a pool of watery juice inside.
I like this tutor because he often praises me for my talent and says I am smart. My grandfather asked the tutor how his son's study was going and whether he was not getting any attention. The tutor hesitated for a long time before politely answering: Seven out of the eight have been opened.
The master was happy after hearing this, feeling that he had a successor. The young master had really come to his senses. I was the only one standing beside him, laughing like a fool.
The master asked me what I was laughing at, and I replied that I was happy for the young master.
But in fact, I laughed at the master's words. Seven of the eight orifices were opened, but nothing was understood. The young master is really a fool, but such a fool is actually my young master.
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December 8
Today is my birthday and Master's birthday. People will not forget my birthday now, because Master let me celebrate his birthday with his son, so in addition to congratulating Master, everyone will also congratulate me.
There are so many people today. I have never seen so many people on my birthday. But I am not happy now, because I know that December 8 is not my real birthday. It is the day when the grandfather bought me. Because that day is the young master's birthday, my grandfather gave the young master a gift. Of course, they don't remember my birthday, so they regard the day when I was bought as my birthday.
The master seemed to have accepted the reality of losing a useless person. He held my hand and said seriously that he had never treated me as a servant, but always as his half-son, and asked me to take good care of the young master after he died.
The young master said that he has regarded me as his inseparable playmate and brother since childhood.
I thanked them happily, but in my heart, I will never forget the look in my Little Pony's eyes when she looked at me.
I know, I'm the same as always.
The only difference is that I have more now.
It's so annoying. Why can a loser like my master become a noble? And someone as smart and outstanding as me can only become a servant? How great would it be if it were the other way around
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Baili Xin flipped through the diary quickly. The last few pages were from the previous few days, recording their preparations before departure.
He stood up calmly, put the diary he had just read back on the bottom of the suitcase, and slowly packed his luggage.
The identity of a down-and-out nobleman was just something he made up on the bus. No matter how great he was, it was impossible that he just happened to have this identity.
The only explanation for this eerie film is its own resilience.
When they revealed this identity, perhaps such a down-and-out nobleman really appeared in a distant town that did not appear in the movie.
And he really had the identity of a servant of a down-and-out nobleman.
The diary does not record every day. Sometimes it is recorded every few days, sometimes every few weeks, sometimes every few months, and sometimes there is a break of one or two in between.
Judging from the diary of his own character, his role is actually a person who despises his master and is unwilling to be at the bottom of the society.
It was supposed to be the healthiest relationship between the three of them, but unexpectedly, the powerful restorative power of the movie gave them a distinct sense of contradiction.
If this is the case with their identities, then there may be something around Emil and Hongyue that guides them to realize the character of their own roles.
He finally figured out that each of the 19 people had a secret that could not be told.
Everyone is a fuel-hungry person.
But there is one point that worries Baili Xin, that is, the three of them are not such characters at all.
Even though the movie gives them such perfect character presentation, as players they will never step into some traps and will not follow the character settings at all, so is it necessary for this character to be perfect
You also said that the perfection of this character is just the most routine operation of this movie, without any purpose
Baili Xin thought for a moment, opened the door and walked out.
He walked to the door of Room 208 and knocked on it.
Ten seconds later, the door opened, and Hongyue, still wearing a suspender skirt, looked at Baili Xin with a half-smile, "Xinxin baby, I'm here, come in quickly."
Baili Xin paused: "..."
Ms. Hongyue is somewhat of a social nerd.
Baili Xin walked into the room slowly, changed into a pair of slippers and said, "Miss, let me help you pack your luggage."
—Let me see the luggage!
Hongyue was stunned for a second after receiving Bailixin's gaze, and then pointed to the hall, "Oh, over there, clean it up."
Baili Xin walked to the hall in two steps and stopped in front of an exquisite suitcase.
I bent down and opened the suitcase. Apart from a few beautiful clothes, there were skin care products and cosmetics, but no diary or anything like that.
Baili Xin pursed his lips and stood up. When he raised his eyes, he saw Hongyue leaning lazily against the wall, looking at him thoughtfully.
Baili Xin and Hongyue looked at each other and asked, "Miss, you only brought this one suitcase?"
Hongyue nodded, "Yes, there is only this one. I have put away the underwear, and everything else is in here."
Baili Xin: "Okay, then I'll help hang up all the clothes."
After packing Hongyue's suitcase, Baili Xin went straight to the third floor.
There was no notebook or other thing that could indicate a person's personality in Hongyue's suitcase. Could it be that I guessed wrong
The layout of the rooms on the third floor is exactly the same as that on the second floor. The only difference is that there is a gleaming golden door at the end of the third floor. Just standing at the stairs, the golden door successfully attracted his attention.
In addition to the golden room, there are ten rooms facing each other on the third floor.
In addition to Richard and Emile, the third floor also housed the Michael couple, the philanthropist couple, and three of the four actors.
Baili Xin knocked on the door of Emile's room 304. When Emile saw Baili Xin, he was stunned for a moment and quickly moved aside to let Baili Xin in.
Just like in the Red Moon Room, Baili Xin went through Emil's luggage under the guise of packing.
Unfortunately, there were no diaries in Emil's suitcase, but it was full of clothes.
Emil felt a little embarrassed when he saw Baili Xin helping him pack his luggage in an orderly manner.
When he was about to take the things and clean them up himself, Baili Xin looked at him slowly, and Emil stopped immediately.
He looked at Baili Xin as he finished packing his luggage, and asked secretly, "There are no outsiders here."
—Is normal communication not good
Baili Xin glanced at the ceiling meaningfully, "Master, I know you treat me as a family member. But after all, there is a master and servant relationship. Even in the bedroom, you are still my master."
—Even in the privacy of your bedroom, you cannot take it lightly.
Emil's face changed slightly. He hesitated for a moment and squeezed out two words helplessly: "Okay."
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After leaving Emile's bedroom, Baili Xin was about to go down when he heard the door creak open behind him and was called.
The man who called him was Richard.
"Mr. Xin?"
Hearing Richard calling him, Baili Xin walked over, "Okay, Mr. Richard."
Richard's eyes were a little vague, his paint-stained fingers were clasping the door frame, and veins were slightly visible on the back of his hands.
"Just now, after I brought my wife into the room," Richard looked up slowly and asked cautiously after a few seconds, as if he had made up his mind, "nothing happened, right?"
Baili Xin secretly looked at Richard. He had just finished washing up and was wearing a thick white bath towel with wet hair.
In addition to washing away the sweat on the man's body, the clean water also washed the health off his face.
There was a deep blue tint under his eyes, and it seemed that he hadn't slept for several days.
Baili Xin smiled politely and said, "Mr. Richard, don't worry, I won't do anything ungentlemanly."
"I put Miss Gar down and returned to my room. We must be clear between us and there must not be any misunderstandings."
"No, no, no," Richard waved his hands in panic, "That's not what I meant. Did she talk to me about anything?"
Baili Xin pretended to think for two seconds: "We talked a little about the philosophy of life. Miss Jiaer is a great woman with great foresight."
Richard's expression faltered, and a hint of subtle guilt flashed across his eyes. He bit his teeth and hesitated for two seconds before he said casually, "Well, Miss Carr is like this. Sometimes the topics she talks about are too profound. Many of us can't understand them. We shouldn't delve into them too deeply. We can just do our own thing."
Baili Xin: "Okay, thanks for the reminder."
Over Richard's shoulder, Baili Xin glanced inside inconspicuously.
The lights in the hall had been turned off, and the light inside me was dimly shining in the hall, illuminating the room vaguely.
In the hall, there was an easel with a drawing board on it. The drawing board was tilted at a large angle, and from where he was standing, he could only vaguely see a few smears of gold paint.
Baili Xin looked at Richard and said, "Mr. Richard, is there anything else? If not, I'll take a rest."
"Oh, oh, no, no," Richard said hurriedly, "I'm sorry to trouble you to take care of Miss Carr."
Baili Xin: "It's okay, I'll leave then."
Looking at Baili Xinyuan's back, Richard gritted his teeth and shouted again: "Mr. Xin, Miss Jiaer is from a different world than us, so her attitude towards things is completely different from ours, even her favorite foods are different, you really should listen to what she says."
Baili Xin smiled politely and went downstairs.
Looking at the empty stairs, Richard sighed secretly.
He definitely didn't understand.
Yes, how could ordinary people guess that the seemingly beautiful lady would be a demon that specializes in devouring souls
From the moment he got out of the car, he noticed that Gal was staring at Baili Xin.
Even when he was hugging Gal, he felt an uncontrollable tremor from Gal.
The hunter was excited when he saw his prey.
Originally he was in room 203, but Gal switched rooms with him and deliberately moved next to Baili Xin.
Compared with Gal's disdain when he signed the contract with him, Gal actually took the initiative to approach Baili Xin.
Alas, poor beautiful young man.
He was actually targeted by a treacherous demon. May God bless him.
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Mr. Nick's family, Hongyue, Jiaer, an actress and myself live on the second floor.
The corridor on the second floor was very quiet. Even stepping on the carpet did not make a sound. The silence was wrapped in the dim light.
Baili Xin returned to his room, washed up, and by the time he went to bed it was already ten o'clock in the evening.
From the rooms he entered, all the rooms were arranged in the same way.
It stands to reason that a bed that is too soft is not conducive to sleep, but I don’t know what material the bed is made of. The moment I lie on it, I feel like I am on the clouds in the sky.
The whole body feels relaxed and comfortable, and the limbs stretch quickly.
For some reason, the moment he touched the pillow, he felt sleepy. He had wanted to listen to the noises outside at night, but after only lying in bed for a few minutes, Baili Xin lost consciousness.
The lights in the corridor had gone out for some reason, and darkness and silence completely enveloped this dreamlike resort.
In the dark corridor, a shadow seemed to flash by...
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When a ray of sunlight outside shone on the bed, Baili Xin suddenly opened his eyes.
His eyes were clear and he was not sleepy at all.
With a complicated look at the soft bed beneath him, Baili Xin quickly left the bed and walked into the bathroom.
Although he slept for a long time last night, he still felt tired.
Not only did my head feel buzzing, but I also felt weak all over and couldn't muster any energy.
He turned on the faucet and scooped up a handful of cold water to pour on his face. The coolness instantly dispelled the numb feeling in his head, and Baili Xin became much more awake.
He looked up at Qing in the mirror, whose face was stained with water. Qing in the mirror was looking back at him in the same posture.
The person in the mirror is clearly myself, but there is a sense of strangeness and alienation.
As if possessed by a ghost, he reached out and touched the mirror, and Qing in the mirror opposite him also reached out his hand.
The two hands slowly clasped together, and the two young men looked at each other from a distance through the mirror.
Baili Xin looked carefully at the person in the mirror, and after a minute he finally realized where the strange feeling came from.
That sense of alienation from identity authentication.
Although his memory was a little fuzzy, he vaguely remembered the dream he had last night.
It's more like a documentary than a dream.
He dreamed of the life of "Sin Pu Ren".
He dreamed of his childhood Sweetheart, how Sweetheart spent his birthdays alone and lonely without anyone celebrating them, and he also dreamed of My Little Pony written in Sweetheart's diary.
Just now, for a moment, he actually had a cognitive error.
It seemed that he really was a servant of a poor nobleman, he really had a lonely childhood, and he really had a horse named Polly.
Baili Xin's breathing stagnated. He turned on the faucet and woke up several times before he finally woke up from the character of "Xin Servant".
He doesn’t movie characters.
He is not a "hard servant".
His name is Baili Xin. This place is not the real world at all, just a copy in a horror game.
After repeatedly reminding himself three times in his heart, Baili Xin's ignorant eyes regained their usual calmness. When he wiped the ice water off his face with a towel, the person in the mirror had become the Baili Xin who was happy and expressionless and understood everything.
Here, he finally understood the terrifying nature of the true recovery ability of this thriller movie.
It's not just the intruders who are discovered that will stay in the movie forever. Once you lose yourself in the movie and accept the role setting in the movie, you probably won't be able to go back.
How can a person who doesn’t even know where his roots are find his roots
The suggestive power of this movie should not be underestimated. In just one night, even I almost fell into its trap.
Are Emil and Hongyue okay
Baili Xin returned to the bedroom and quickly dressed. He was about to go out to check on Hongyue and Emil when he suddenly heard a muffled "dong dong dong" sound from the wall next to the bedroom.
Baili Xin's action of putting on the vest paused for half a second, then he resumed his action.
After walking to the entrance, taking the key and putting on his shoes, Baili Xin did not look for Jiaer in another room, but knocked on Hongyue's door.
The doorbell rang for more than twenty seconds before Baili Xin heard a slight sound from inside through the door frame. "It's coming, it's ringing. It's so noisy."
Hongyue's familiar voice sounded from behind the door. About ten seconds later, two doors opened at the same time.
Two really.
Hongyue stared at the messy hair and looked at Baili Xin blankly.
Opposite Hongyue's room, Gal opened the door. She was wearing a simple dress and no veil.
Gal has a delicate and androgynous face. Although his facial contours and features are much softer, he is still 70% similar to Diga's original appearance.
Gal kept raising his hand to open the door, sitting in the wheelchair and staring coldly at the two people opposite him, with a very unfriendly expression.
Hongyue was obviously still asleep. "Good morning, Baili Xin. Do you know that it is rude to knock on a lady's door without giving her time to wash and dress? If this happened in ancient times, you would have to marry me."
Gar's expression at the other doorway became even uglier.
She stared at Baili Xin's back and tapped on the high-end wooden door impatiently with her fingers.
The crisp "bang bang bang" sounds hit Baili Xin's ears one after another, as if needles were dancing on his forehead.
Baili Xin only felt a chill on his back, and a physical pain rolled in his throat.
What the hell is this feeling of oppression
Knocking on the door is nothing, is there anything wrong with me caring about my teammates? !