I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Chapter 250: The Scumbag Son-in-Law in the Rebirth Story (5)

The door slowly opened——

There, stood a man.

The short chestnut hair is like mellow caramel, and the slightly curled ends have a sense of free and unrestrainedness.

The bangs on his forehead were scattered casually, slightly covering his thick and straight eyebrows. His eyes were as deep as a pool, and his pupils were black and bright.

The bridge of the nose is tall and straight, like a mountain, outlining the strong lines of the face.

The lips are thin and sexy, slightly upturned to look nonchalant.

She was wearing a white bathrobe tied loosely around her waist, which could not hide her tall and slender figure.

The collar is slightly open, revealing a small piece of firm chest. A drop of water runs across it, making one want to peek down along the drop of water...

Ye Zhao had the urge to whistle, but luckily he held it back.

He is worthy of being the vicious male supporting role in this article. He relies on his appearance to disguise his harmless side and gets along well with the protagonist and the scumbag.

At the same time, Lu Zhihuai's eyes, which were filled with a mischievous smile, seemed to be under a spell the moment they met his, and he froze there in a daze.

Time seemed to stop and everything around me became blurry.

The chest cavity seemed to be free from its restraints at any time, and the soul seemed to be captured.

In this world, Ye Zhao's appearance is still consistent with his true appearance in his original world. In his opinion, there is nothing unusual.

But in Lu Zhihuai, it was completely different.

This is obviously not the first time I have seen Ye Zhao, but why is it that only now does I feel that the person in front of me is so damn attractive no matter how I look at him?

"Depend on!"

Lu Zhihuai blurted out the words without holding back.

Unfortunately, when Ye Zhao heard it, the kind smile on his face suddenly cracked.

should……

perhaps……

Eighty percent...

possible……

Misheard?

What a fart!

Not understanding what skipping meant, Ye Zhao held on tightly, his face gloomy, "Say it again?"

Scold him, right?

"Brother, you heard wrong."

Putting her hands through his arms and hugging him like a thigh, Lu Zhihuai was possessed by the spirit of drama for two seconds, "I have been looking forward to seeing you for a long time, and finally you are here."

Obviously, his words did not work on Ye Zhao at all. He pulled his hand away coldly and ruthlessly, "Talk nicely and don't touch me. If your faucet is okay, I'm going back to sleep."

As I turned around, I felt a strong force grabbing my waist. The force was so strong that I couldn't break free and could only be pulled forward with the current.

The door behind him slammed shut, and in a moment, Lu Zhihuai forced him against the door.

With one hand on the wall, a confined space was formed, and the atmosphere was tense and ambiguous.

Lu Zhihuai's eyes were domineering and fiery, with bulging veins, and he could not resist.

The two were so close that they could feel each other's breath, and the strong and refreshing mint scent on their bodies surrounded them tightly.

He hooked his hand around Ye Zhao's dark blue tie, his eyes raised with an extremely alluring look, "Since I'm here, I must serve you well, brother. You are my honored guest."

……

Lu Zhihuai slightly emphasized the words "serve well".

His fingertips brushed across the lines on the tie, as subtle as caressing someone's skin.

However, the touch of skin must be more wonderful than this tie, and it is incomparable.

His eyes narrowed dangerously, slightly obscuring the almost bestial light in them.

Ye Zhao turned his head to avoid the invasion of the mint smell, feeling a little confused.

He didn't know if it was his illusion, but there was something wrong with the vicious male lead Lu Zhihuai.

Where exactly is it, but I can’t tell?

Could it be that I received too much stimulation today, causing me to be sensitive and suspicious?

Looking at the person in front of him who was in a trance, Lu Zhihuai tightened the tie in his hand with a little force.

The heavy feeling forced Ye Zhao to come back to his senses, and his neck involuntarily leaned forward due to the force of the tie pulling it.

Looking up, I met a pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes with dancing flames.

Suddenly, cold sweat broke out and slid down my back.

"Brother, you're talking to me and you're distracted. That's really not good."

A porcelain-white hand lifted his chin, and Lu Zhihuai's expression was full of aggression. The tip of his thumb gently and wantonly rubbed his plump lips...