After Marrying The Evil God

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"Mr. Qi, this is the script for the show. Please take a look and discuss with us if you have any comments." A program staff member handed him the script, "Normally, reality shows don't have scripts, as everything depends on the guests, but you should still familiarize yourself with the basic process."
t/n: used the formal "you"

"I see, thank you." Qi Baicha took the script, casually holding it in his hand, a little absent-minded.

After all, in ten minutes, a large vinegar jar with a height of 1.89 meters would drop from the sky; what kind of mood was he in to look at the script.

"Your task is quite simple. Just act as a teacher and take care of us students. Show your true colors while acting, don't feel too pressured." Jiang Yan took him for a first-timer who wasn't used to filming shows, so he comforted him by saying, "You look very nervous."

Qi Baicha said: "I am not very nervous."

Jiang Yan leaned over, pointing out truthfully: "But you're holding your script upside down."

Looking at the distance between the two of them, Qi Baicha suddenly realized something, closed the script, and walked out quickly: "I'll go look at it outside."

If Mr. Fu came and saw him staying with Jiang Yan, then he really was done for.

Although the current situation couldn't get much better.

Jiang Yan shouted from behind, "Hey, hey, hey — don't go, where are you going? It's so hot outside, and ultraviolet rays outside will hurt your skin... That's not it, reading under the sun will harm your eyes!"

The June sun was scorching, the busy staff were sweating profusely, and the guests were in their dressing rooms with the air conditioner on.

Qi Baicha had just been staying in Jiang Yan's dressing room to rest. The air conditioner made the room cool. It was only when he went outside did he realize how hot and stuffy it was, the sun nearly making him melt.

His body temperature was still as cold as ever. It was unknown why; it was clearly sunny, but Qi Baicha actually felt that his back was a little cold.

An even colder voice sounded by his ear: "It looks like you guys were chatting very happily."

Qi Baicha's body stiffened.

Before he could react, his wrist was pulled by a person to a place without others, and pressed against a wall.

The man hooked his chin, and a kiss aggressively covered him.

"Mmph."

Fu Mingye seemed to actually be angry. The kiss lasted a very long time, and he didn't give Qi Baicha a chance to breathe.

Qi Baicha didn't struggle either, tilting his head up and letting Fu Mingye vent.

... What kind of venting could this count as, Mr. Fu had never been willing to bite his lips until they were swollen or broken.

This time was no exception.

After finally separating, Qi Baicha had to take a while to calm down before asking: "How long have you been here?" The company and the school were in completely opposite directions, it would still take at least ten minutes to get there at fastest. With stoplights and traffic jams, it would be standard to take half an hour.

He didn't expect Fu Mingye to stick to his word saying he would take ten minutes, and actually taking ten minutes.

The speed had definitely soared above 200 yards per hours... and it was unknown how he wasn't issued a ticket by the traffic police.