Hobby MTL

Chapter 3

There is a reason! She was filled with righteous indignation, clenched her fists and her blood pulsed, but when she raised her eyes to meet his cold eyes, An An only stiffened for a moment, and then withered away.

    ...Forget it, a pervert cannot be judged by the thinking of a normal person. After all, this is a mentally ill patient from a foreign country. She wants to care for her compatriots, and she wants to spread positive energy to every corner of the world.

    Tian An'an really didn't speak anymore, but stared at the well-dressed man in front of him with a pair of bright and agile eyes, and panicked under his calm eyes.

    The most indispensable thing in the entertainment industry is a good appearance. She has seen as many handsome guys as the carp in the river, but she has to admit that his appearance and body proportions are flawless.

    A man with extremely beautiful facial features will become feminine if he is a little careless. But he was as rigid and stern as a piece of cold iron, and what flowed naturally from under the meticulous suit and leather shoes was a majesty and strength so strong that it could not be ignored.

    Well, I really lost my good skin for nothing.

    She looked at him warily and defensively. In the line of sight, Feng Xiao gently turned the knob of the lipstick, his movements were as calm and elegant as ever, and the purple red cream rose inch by inch, from his slender and clean fingers.

    Afterwards, the man's powerful left hand hugged her small face with moderate strength, just enough to squeeze the pink and slightly swollen lips into pouts.

    "Hmm..." An An's eyes widened in astonishment, and she struggled subconsciously.

    "Don't move."

    Feng Xiao had no expression on his face, the purple red lightly touched the middle of her upper lip, and then spread it evenly. Slowly, like the most patient painter, depicting a precious work of art.

    An An's petite and thin body was stiff, and her eyes flickered slightly. From a short distance away, she saw his gaze under the lens was so focused that it was almost affectionate, and his gaze fell on her face, which was strangely soft.

    She didn't dare to move, she could only lie on the table and let him apply lipstick for her. Time passed by every minute and every second, and for the first time, she really realized what it means to spend days like years, er no, seconds like years.

    After an unknown amount of time, Feng Xiao finally stopped torturing her mentally. The paste was removed, and his eyes were admiring his work with interest.

    Tian An'an's breathing became difficult. Not long after, he pinched her chin and lifted it slightly, leaned over and kissed her. His tall upper body completely confined her to the cold desk, and all the sunlight that could shine on her was absorbed by her. Obscured.

    The hands on both sides of the body froze suddenly, and immediately raised them to push him. The man sucked her soft lips gently, clasped her hands with his left hand and pressed them on top of her head, his thin lips pressed against the corners of her trembling mouth, his tone was cold and low, "I only like living people who are absolutely obedient, know Is it?"

    "..." Tian An'an used to have weak legs when seeing important people. After entering the entertainment industry, this symptom improved a little, but this man in front of him obviously caused all her problems.

    Those quiet eyes were so close, so clear as never before. She stuttered and squeezed out a few words: "I know..."

    He smiled, and uttered a few indifferent words from his thin lips, "If you push again, I'll soak you in formalin."