Bai Weiwei's eyes were confused, she grabbed his arm with both hands, and pressed him against the door panel. She stood on tiptoe and raised her head like a graceful and proud swan, desperate to chase the warmth she wanted.
He Bo'an's nose was filled with her breath, the smell of her body, her intense heartbeat, and her soft body.
Everything, all at once.
[Ding, the male protagonist's favorability score is negative five.]
He Bo'an was lost in the smell of this woman for a second, but soon he woke up, and he seemed to want to understand something at once.
Anger rushed into his mind like a violent storm.
He pushed Bai Weiwei away fiercely, "You give me enough."
Bai Weiwei was pushed away at once, and fell to the ground, lying weakly on her stomach.
He Bo'an wiped his lips hard, as if he could wipe away her smell.
He said disgustedly: "Do you think seduction can make me fall in love with you? Even if all the women in the world die, I won't touch you."
Bai Weiwei was still lying on her stomach, motionless.
He Bo'an stared at her, "Bai Weiwei, stop playing tricks, don't make me look down on you even more."
Bai Weiwei was extremely quiet.
Only then did He Boan realize something was wrong. He walked over and kicked Bai Weiwei, "Hey, woman, don't pretend to be dead."
System: "Fuck, you have been kicked by someone, host."
Bai Weiwei pretending to be dizzy: "Why hasn't this guy been beaten to death with a cloth bag?"
He Bo'an squatted down, lifted her long hair covering her face, and found that Bai Weiwei frowned tightly and her cheeks were abnormally red.
Have a fever
He looked at her face and knew that her temperature was abnormal.
He Bo'an immediately took out his mobile phone and called his assistant, "Xiao Mu, give me..."
His voice suddenly stopped, because Bai Weiwei was wearing silk pajamas, and half of her fair shoulders were exposed when she was powerless lying on the ground.
Thick black long hair spreads all over the ground, and the delicate white skin glows with a touch of pink, giving people a charming style.
This kind of Bai Weiwei is different from the Bai Weiwei he usually sees. He has never seen her so fragile and charming.
Xiaomu said, "Brother Ang, what's the matter? It's been an hour, and the director said whether to continue."
He Bo'an hesitated for a few seconds before saying: "Tonight's drama will be filmed tomorrow night. You tell them to stop work, I... take a rest."
Xiaomu didn't think too much. He Bo'an had not rested for two days and two nights in a row, so he should have a rest.
He agreed immediately.
He Bo'an hung up the phone, his face even more ugly. He should throw her to his assistant, so he is afraid that she will be taken advantage of
What does he care about this woman
He Bo'an suppressed his anger, and there were only two months left.
He reached out and picked Bai Weiwei up and hugged her for the second time, still so light that he frowned.
But he was so angry that he owed his tongue, and couldn't help but say the opposite, "It's as heavy as a pig."
The system immediately complained: "Host, he hurt you."
Bai Weiwei: "I can't afford it today, but tomorrow I can't afford it to him."
He Bo'an threw her on the bed, reached out and rubbed her forehead hard, the high fever persisted, he snorted coldly, "It's better to burn to death."
He said so, but he still turned over the medicine box, found the antipyretic medicine, and stuffed it directly into Bai Weiwei's mouth, rude and forceful, just like dealing with the enemy who killed his father.