Quick Wear: Game Guide for the Heartthrob Cannon Fodder

Jiang Boyan didn't know how he left.

He only remembered that the boy in the skirt looked down at Zhou Jingming as if no one was around.

She frowned and asked him:

"Why did you come out?"

Zhou Jingming's handsome face was covered with sweat, his skin was very white, with a faint blush (stuffy), and he was breathing slightly quickly (pretending).

He glanced at Jiang Boyan with some trouble, his voice was low but loud enough for Jiang Boyan to hear.

"Relax a little."

Jiang Boyan: …

He felt as if struck by lightning, and his mature and calm face was blank.

As he walked out in a daze, the boy's nonchalant voice was still ringing in his ears.

"You just need to do more."

Jiang Boyan: …

That’s enough, that’s enough. He has suffered too many lightning strikes today!

Zhou Jingming seemed to be taking advantage of the victory, and his voice was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough to be heard by Jiang Boyan who had not left yet.

"You know him?"

A little hope ignited in Jiang Boyan's heart. They had just met, so he should look familiar, right?

Then the young man's voice, as sweet as a clear spring, rang out again.

"I don't know him. He doesn't look like a student."

“A bit old.”

A little old, a little old, a little old...

When Yuan Hong and the driver found Jiang Boyan, they discovered that he looked like a homeless man.

Especially that slightly bleak figure.

Yuan Hong was horrified: "Jiang Group is bankrupt?!"

The driver was also shocked: "I'm unemployed?!"

Jiang Boyan seemed to be hesitant to speak, and for the first time, confusion appeared on his angular face.

Yuan Hong originally just wanted to liven up the atmosphere, but this time he was really scared to the point of peeing when he saw him like this.

"No way? Are they really going to go bankrupt? They have sufficient capital chain!"

Jiang Boyan raised his face from his palms and said to Yuan Hong seriously:

"Am I very old?"

Yuan Hong glanced at his slicked-back hair, then at his suit buttoned to the top.

Jiang Boyan is certainly not old. Before his 30th birthday, he has already created his own business empire. He would be regarded as a young and promising man wherever he goes.

Yuan Hong had never thought that a gifted person like Jiang Boyan would care about his age.

He said in a daze:

"You don't have a fever, do you?"

Jiang Boyan sighed and said solemnly in his deep and magnetic voice:

"Maybe I should go to the beauty salon."

Yuan Hong: …

Uncle Jiang, Aunt Jiang, Jiang Boyan seemed to have been possessed by another spirit.

Su Miao kicked Zhou Jingming who had gone back in with a strange look on his face. He said impatiently:

"Are you okay?"

"too slow."

Su Miao could only hear Zhou Jingming's muffled groan.

He stamped his feet lightly, it was tiring to stand here motionless

Of course he could take it off himself, but how could he let go of such a good opportunity to humiliate Zhou Jingming?

Even though Zhou Jingming was recognized as a member of the Su family and had just become famous, he still had to serve as his dog.

Su Miao was playing with her fingers with delight, completely unaware of how dizzy Zhou Jingming was feeling under his skirt.

The subtle and dense fragrance from the closed skirt almost drowned him.

Even when drowning, there was no such feeling of being on the verge of death. His heart was beating so violently that Zhou Jingming felt as if he couldn't breathe.

"what…"

It was not until he exhaled a breath that he realized how low and hoarse his voice was.

Su Miao urged above his head, and he stretched out his hand impatiently, his hands trembling when he touched the delicate flesh.

In order to fix the crinoline, Su Miao tied the ropes around her waist and legs when she wore it.

The soft flesh of the thighs was tied with a white rope, creating an erotic curve, and the slender waist was tightened even thinner. The most terrifying thing was...

Su Miao felt hot, and there was only one piece of clothing under her skirt... It was the same one Zhou Jingming had seen before, but it was white.

As if letting out a sigh, Zhou Jingming placed his calloused hands on his legs.

Because his hands were too hot, Su Miao's legs shook slightly.

Inside the skirt, in the corner where no one could see, her breathing suddenly became heavy.

Zhou Jingming’s first reaction was that he must not let Su Miao see his current appearance.

Even without a mirror, Zhou Jingming knew that he looked like a wild beast with red eyes and heavy breathing.

Can’t be seen by Su Miao…

Su Miao was a little impatient. The man put his hand on his leg and didn't move.

He kicked Zhou Jingming angrily, not hard, but a loud groan came from under her skirt.

Su Miao was startled and tried to lift the hem of her skirt with her slender white fingers, but she heard Zhou Jingming's short voice.

"Don't!"

Su Miao: …

"Tong, has he become a masochist because of my abuse?"

The cannon fodder system doesn’t understand either, but it keeps insisting.

[This type of protagonist is like this. Even if you make such a humiliating request, he will obey it uncomfortably and keep his mouth shut.]

Su Miao: …

He wiped the sweat from his pink face and looked at the hem of her skirt with some pity.

It's not easy to be the protagonist.

Zhou Jingming's deep voice sounded again:

"The rope is tied in a knot. Do you have a pair of scissors?"

Su Miao immediately put his hands on his waist when he heard this:

"You're of no use! How am I going to get the scissors like this?"

"You're useless!"

Zhou Jingming seemed to be upset by his scolding and didn't speak for a long time.

After a while, his voice became even lower and hoarse, as if he was squeezing it out with difficulty.

"Then you can only bite it off with your teeth."

Su Miao's brows relaxed, and to him, this was a sign that Zhou Jingming was about to cry because of his humiliation.

It was worth it that he just used the fact that he saved Zhou Jingming to threaten him to take off his skirt.

Su Miao patted her own face and praised herself without any embarrassment:

"Who is the smartest person in the world?"

“Oh, it’s me!”

Cannon Fodder System:…

Su Miao's expression changed slightly, and her soft lips touched his leg vaguely, which made him feel itchy.

Although he felt it was a bit strange, Su Miao felt that he could still endure it as long as he thought about humiliating Zhou Jingming in this way.

As if he thought Su Miao could accept this, Zhou Jingming became more and more demanding and gritted his teeth.

He held the delicate soft flesh in his mouth in the way he imagined, and Zhou Jingming's whole body was shaking unconsciously.

The teeth irritated Su Miao, and Zhou Jingming's breath splashed on his vulnerable parts, causing Su Miao to let out a brief, soft cry of surprise.

"what!"

Before Su Miao could react, her body fell backwards into the sofa. The layers of her skirt changed direction, and Zhou Jingming, who was hugging Su Miao's legs, finally appeared under the light again.

When the president and members of the drama club heard the loud noise and came in, they happened to see this scene.

The most beautiful woman in their hearts was half-kneeling on the ground like a stealing dog, with her face pressed against Su Miao's white legs.

Noticing that someone was interrupting them, he swept a cold look over them, scaring them so much that they unconsciously took a step back.

It was like disturbing a wild wolf while it was eating, and the pair of scarlet eyes also scared Su Miao.

Zhou Jingming licked his lips, as if to say:

"thanks for treatment"