Ghost King’s Sacrificial Little Bride (35)
When this phrase Niangzi was called, Bai Weiwei was a bit confused.
Did she transmigrate back to ancient times?
Furthermore, Ji Yongchuan using such a lofty indifferent, handsome face to embarrassingly forcibly act out the model affectionate wife doting character set.
It was just too counterproductive.
If he were covered in blood, with a skull in his hand, sitting on a mountain of bones, that would be somewhat keeping with his chilling aura.
Bai Weiwei’s eyes were loving, as if watching a child performing in a kindergarten play.
Then she jerked the quilt over, covered herself up, and curled into a clump.
Ji Yongchuan: “……”
He had been ready for countless sweet words, last night he also specially looked up a heap of pick up cheat sheets online.
And she reacts like that?
Ji Yongchuan thought back to the endless alluring lines from last night, still intent on forcing her to bring up a wave of good feelings.
He was expressionless, but his hand very gently touched this mantou in front of him. His voice was soft, with a trace of purposely added huskiness.
Then he flirted.
“Niangzi, you’re a star that fell from heaven into my arms, and entered my heart.”
In the blanket, pretending to be shy, Bai Weiwei’s face had no expression: “……”
If a star really fell into your arms, that meteorite would burn you to ash.
“Ah, you’ll be in charge of being beautiful as a flower, I’ll be in charge of supporting the family.”
His face was pale and cold, but his voice was full of deep affection.
Bai Weiwei unintentionally shuddered, she was covered in goosebumps, this old cliche from years ago?
So shameful, she was so embarrassed she had a physiological response.
Her entire face was frigid, yet her voice was sweet and soft, “Little Gege, where am I so good.”
Outside the blanket, Ji Yongchuan had facial paralysis, however his praise was very exaggerated, “No, you are the best I have ever seen, the most cute, the most radiant, the most unique, the most beautiful woman.”
Bai Weiwei had dead fish eyes, but a shy voice, “You too, you’re the best I have ever seen, the most kind, the most breezy and elegant, the most peerless world class man…… Ghost.”
Ji Yongchuan: “In your heart, I turned out to be so great?”
Bai Weiwei: “You’re the greatest, little Gege.”
Ji Yongchuan: “You as well, Niangzi.”
Bai Weiwei with forced joy: “Haha.”
Ji Yongchuan with forced gentleness: “Hehe.”
Bai Weiwei and Ji Yongchuan: Why does this feel somewhat disgusting?
System: Evil, who picked this pair of faceless desire demons? So evil before breakfast, the sheets are more sincere than the two of them.
Bai Weiwei tiredly rubbed her face, for the first time she experienced the helplessness of a film emperor acting alongside a little fresh meat1.
She abruptly lifted the quilt and revealed Ji Yongchuan’s frozen face.
Ji Yongchuan stiffened a bit, before splitting his mouth into a basic gentle smile.
Bai Weiwei: Can you be any more obvious?
She felt she had to work hard to pull up the quality of the entire production, or else it would become a dark history and a monument of shame in her acting history.
Bai Weiwei held the quilt, a few strands of long hair fell over her clear, elegant face, where there was a natural red blush.
She had a few bashful feelings in her eyes, “Little Gege, I’m not used to this appearance of yours.”
Ji Yongchuan emphatically raised his lips, resolutely maintaining his embarrassed smile, and making sure it didn’t relax, “Why aren’t you used to it, too ugly?”
Bai Weiwei was startled, she tilted her head, and squinted at him. Her expression was indescribably clever and adorable.
“No, I just think you’ve grown taller and you’re more mature.”
The clear and handsome youth was forcibly pulled into a lofty and cool leader, plastic surgery couldn’t achieve such an effect.
Ji Yongchuan unnaturally touched his own face, “I was hit by your uncle’s talisman, I can’t change my appearance.”
1: 小鲜肉, a term for young good looking actors.↩