The Heartthrob Becomes An NPC In the Supernatural Live Broadcast

It just rained.

In the dark street, the neon lights gradually lighted up.

The rainwater pooled into small puddles, reflecting the red lights on the street signs.

Scantily clad women stretched out their hands from the dark corridors, solicited a client or two, giggled and indented into small rooms, drinking and chatting together, and occasionally singing.

The routine of this street is the same. The houses built with red tiles have poor sound insulation. Before twelve o’clock, all kinds of noisy songs have already occupied the street.

Of course, there are some other, ambiguous voices among them.

The sticky cry of the boy was very abrupt in the singing of the big men, but it was very harmonious in this street.

The women laughed, and the men laughed and said a few words.

The streets that had just rained were wet again. There was wind, and raindrops drifted into the houses, and people sparsely got up and closed the windows.

The street was lit up at zero o'clock.

"It's cold outside, you go and close the window." Su Nanzhi willfully instructed the people next to him to close the window.

The entrance to the room is the bed, which is cushioned with a thin cotton quilt, and there is a very small folding table next to it, on which is a mess of drinking peanuts and a stack of pig ears, and two unopened cans of beer are poured under the corner of the table. It is a black briefcase for men.

Sunanzhi was afraid of the cold and didn't want to get up, so she stuffed the little jiojio into the quilt.

He kicked the man with his foot, and the man got up and went to close the window.

When he closed the window, he shook his head, in fact, the whole person was still a little confused.

He is an ordinary office worker on the surface, but a detective behind his back. When passing by, his colleagues chatted with him about this street.

The colleague's eyes seemed to be cramping, showing a little teasing color, and said, "You don't know that, right? This street is that..."

Due to the really weird expression on his face, and the range of his eyelids twitching, the man pursed his lips and saw a scantily clad person, pulling a passer-by in.

The man's pupils sank: "The ogre incident happened here a few days ago, right?"

When I mentioned this matter, my colleague's heart-wrenching mood disappeared in an instant, it was simply impossible.

The colleague said, "Are you a bit boring? Don't you say I plan to go in and drink some wine! I heard that there is a fresh one here, and it looks very pretty."

The man wasn't interested in this: "The case has happened many times. And each time it was brutal."

Colleague: "Uh... don't talk about it, I have to eat later. Hey, Bao Buqi is a ghost who specializes in seducing people's souls, otherwise why is everyone who died smiling? Maybe it's a beautiful death of."

The man felt that his colleague was very reasonable, so...

So he came here.

He didn't drink much, and he met Sunanzhi, who was also inexperienced.

man:"……"

Su Nanzhi wanted to cry or not: "Brother, do you want to drink? A big glass."

The man was silent for a while, it was raining outside, and the single room looked very warm.

When the man hesitated, Su Nanzhi was afraid that someone would run away, so he quickly added: "It's very cheap. I only charge you 50 cents more for the beer, okay?"

Looking at those wet and moist eyes, the man's words of rejection got stuck in his throat, and finally nodded.

·

Sunanzhi entered the game as an NPC. This time, he came with a purpose, and the quest line was extremely simple - he just needed to play a character.

Besides, the game has entered a self-healing process since it was destroyed by Gu Lai before.

Sunanzhi warmly invited to enter the game, and heard the system say: "Host ~~~ The game has given a generous gift this time~~~~ With your ability, you can definitely get the highest reward!!!"

As soon as Sunanzhi saw the reward, she couldn't move her legs.

Now he is going to marry a "wife", but he is so poor.

After thinking about it, he accepted the proposal and entered the copy.

then--

Sunanzhi cried: "Woooooo, how am I going to act as a red light district... employee ah woohoo!"

According to the systematic method, Sunanzhi stood at the door and finally recruited a guest.

The guest was cold and not talkative, carrying a thick briefcase.

After entering, the two fell into silence.

The sound of raindrops became louder, the man closed the window, and the room became warmer than ever with the mist of water vapor for a while.

The sound in the red light street gradually grew louder.

There is a hoarse tone of middle-aged unlucky chasing dreams.

The man's long legs couldn't be put down, and the small folding table was pushed aside. The man was embarrassed: "The table is too small."

Sunanzhi simply closed the table and asked him if he wanted a beer.

The man refused. Sunanzhi had never drunk beer, and she wanted to open a can to drink it, but she was stopped when she quietly reached out to take it.

"Underage drinking is not allowed."

Sunanzhi cried and said, "I'm in my twenties, so I'm not a minor."

Sunanzhi went to get the wine, but the man didn't stop him.

Sunanzhi clumsily digs the ring of the can, and touches it greasy twice, but can't pull it open.

The man saw that he made himself almost cry.

The cat's eyes were filled with mist, and the eyelashes were drooping. Under the ambiguous and dim light, from the end of his eyes to the tip of his nose, he swept like a moon brush, leaving a velvety red.

The lips seemed to be coated with a layer of grease, bright and translucent, and the color was like a small cherry.

I have to admit that he has a fatal temptation to men.

Innocent, innocent, with no defenses all over his body, he is full of temptation.

Under such a beautiful skin, perhaps there is the blood of an ogre hidden.

He is like an angler fish, seducing others with his beautiful appearance, waiting for someone to bite the bait.

After the man finished thinking, he saw Sunanzhi's bright tears falling. He raised a wet face, pressed his throat, and cried greasy: "Pull... can't pull it away."

"Give it to me." The man sighed as if resigned, took the can, and opened it easily.

The snow-white foam was mixed with the light-colored liquid, and it splashed out with a "puchi".

Su Nanzhi and the man had no way to hide and were hit.

The liquid was wet on the chest, and Sunanzhi's clothes were light-thin, and when the water got wet, the cloth stuck to her body, revealing a hint of color.

What's worse is the white foam of the beer, which directly poured on his face. After the coldness touched his cheek, it immediately fell down, down from the collarbone, and slid into the clothes.

When Sunanzhi reacted, it was already too late, and she was wet from start to finish.

"Oops, it's all wet." Su Nanzhi knelt on the bed, her back stood up, and her soft waist curved smoothly.

The room was small, and the wardrobe and bed were basically connected. Sunanzhi straightened up and turned over a piece of clothes for herself.

But he underestimated the danger of this place, and the clothes he could find were basically impossible to look at.

After finding the clothes outlined by the two red lines, Sunanzhi finally gave up and took out the most normal school uniform inside.

Said to be a student uniform, the designer's intentions are very sinister.

Not to mention that this is a sailor suit, let's talk about the length.

The clothes are almost half shorter than ordinary sailor suits, and the upper body is very short, and a high fork is opened beside it.

Sunanzhi changed in front of the man.

Because my stomach is cold, I am not used to it.

"Don't you need to change your clothes? I don't have any pants here for you." Su Nanzhi said.

The man's voice was a little hoarse for some reason: "No, that's it."

Su Nanzhi glanced at the center of the man's pants, pointed to the briefcase beside him, and asked, "Are you a teacher?"

The man nodded and brought the bag, which contained a history book: "That's it."

As soon as Sunanzhi heard that he was a teacher, she got excited and couldn't help grabbing each other's hand.

"Then can you teach me history? I haven't been to school, and I've always wanted to."

The man was stunned for a moment and opened a brand new history book.

He read the text with Su Nanzhi in a low voice.

When he turned around, Su Nanzhi had already fallen asleep on his lap.

Probably because his stomach was cold, he grabbed the man's hot hand and pressed it against his stomach.

The man looked away and kept watching.

What the book is about, the man himself does not know.

Although he is not a good teacher, it seems that this man in a sailor suit is not a good student either.

Out of punishment, the man rubbed his lips with his fingers.

The strength was soft at first, but gradually changed the taste, the strength in the hand gradually increased, the fleshy lips were crushed, and the color gradually became clear and rosy, like a thoroughly ripe cherry-peach-meat.

Every bite is sweet.

The color of the man's pupils gradually darkened, and along the gap between his lips, he touched the soft...

As if being scalded, the man's entire bones were crisp.

But Sunanzhi didn't realize it at all, as if he was having a sweet dream, he unconsciously bit the man's finger and said "good fragrance".

The color in the man's pupils became darker, he lowered his head and leaned slightly.

The history book in his hand crooked and fell to the side.

The man's kiss lightly fell on Su Nanzhi's head.

·

a few days later.

"Hey, dead again?"

"There is a cordon over there. I heard that someone died again. The death is very tragic."

"I heard that it was eaten somewhere... Ogres in the city!"

It rained again in the street.

The cordon was pulled for a few days and then pulled back.

The market reopened, more arrogant than before, as if to make up for the previously closed part.

The man came that night.

In the same place, with the narrow door open, Su Nanzhi wore a gray ear muff, and the small one was huddled by the door. He held a soda bottle in his hand and had already received half of the bottle of water.

In the wet, water-drenched glass bottle, there was a small white flower with a thin branch and five petals swaying diagonally, and a layer of water mist was covered by his warm hands on the rock wall.

Seeing the man, Su Nanzhi laughed and handed the glass bottle to the man.

"For you." Sunanzhi said.

The rain was getting louder outside.

The man's black umbrella blocked the entrance, and people outside could not come in, and he knew that the place would not be entertained today.

So detour away.

Man, took the soda glass bottle.

An intriguing smile appeared on his stern face for the first time.

The rainwater fell from the black umbrella under the eaves and poured into the waterway in front of the house. Occasionally, a few thumb-sized pike fish swam by and rolled in the current.

The man lowered his head, and the rain poured down on his black shirt.

He overturned and kissed Su Nanzhi's lips.

"you like me."

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