When the protagonist of an abused novel penetrates into a sweet essay

Zhong Quan approached Hao Le suddenly, with his arms on both sides of Hao Le's head, trapping him firmly in the elevator.

He lowered his head as if to kiss, Hao Le trembled slightly with fright, before he could escape, Zhong Quan pinched his jaw with one hand.

Zhong Quan was very powerful, but the fingers pinching his jaw were very gentle, but the gentleness was so firm that Hao Le had no room to struggle.

In the small space, someone outside the door pressed the elevator door open several times, but they were frightened by the scene inside and quickly backed away.

Some people recognized Zhong Quan, but they didn't dare to say much, and some boldly asked carefully, "Mr. Zhong? Have you encountered... any trouble?"

Hao Le cursed in his heart: Who is in trouble? !Are you blind? !

Zhong Quan asked someone to press the elevator button outside, the elevator door was open, and the cold wind from the underground parking lot came in with a strong smell of cement.

The people outside the door did not dare to be rude.

Hao Le blushed, wondering what he and Zhong Quan looked like to outsiders.

Hao Le stared at Zhong Quan with wide eyes, and moved his lips slightly, not wanting to make a scene known to everyone, and almost said with a sigh of relief: "You let me go."

"Are you thinking about him? Are you still reluctant to hurt you like that?"

"No..." Hao Le was so anxious that his whole body turned red into boiled shrimp, "I am not reluctant! I wish he would stay away from me!"

"Then how do you explain the ending?" Zhong Quan was furious, and his eyes turned red, "I spent two years, step by step, I didn't want to annoy you, and I didn't want to hand you over to others. I endured so much... ..."

Zhong Quan took a deep breath: "Or is it better to ask you directly according to the original plot?"

Hao Le's red face suddenly turned pale again.

"Calm down..." Hao Le stammered, "Come count one, two, three with me...take a deep breath..."

Zhong Quan stared closely at Hao Le's face, the expression on the brows, the clear eyes, and the thin lips that always attracted him.At this time, the thin lips kept opening, and a pink uvula could be vaguely seen between the snow-white teeth.

Zhong Quan tensed all his muscles, and the system in his brain that prompted the "big ending" seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back, and was about to push him to the edge of the cliff.

When he came back to his senses, he was already close to Hao Le.

The breathing of the two of them seemed to be entwined, and they were ambiguous. Hao Le's eyes became cross-eyed due to excessive force, which looked funny and cute.

Zhong Quan's chest heaved violently a few times, and his strong willpower forced him to retreat a little bit.

He didn't kiss Hao Le, even though he couldn't wait to taste his blood.

He loosened his tie and unbuttoned his collar.

He took off his suit jacket and put it on his arm, stepped back and stood upright, and said, "I'm different from him."

Hao Le was dumbfounded.

Zhong Quan didn't say anything more, turned his head and left.

Naturally, the dinner was not finished, but Zhong Quan sent someone to take Hao Le home.

It was rare for Hao Le to get off work so early, and he felt uncomfortable staying at home.He stretched out his limbs and lazily on the sofa, thinking about all of Zhong Quan's actions in the elevator.

The brain is like an automatic player, and it magnifies many details that were not noticed at the time for no reason.

Hao Le didn't even know whether it was something he imagined or if it was real—when Zhong Quan was about to kiss him, his eyes seemed to be able to hold only himself, and the force between his brows and eyes was full of burning passion. Longing, but he forcibly endured it back.

For some reason, the way he retreated with his stiff body always appeared in Hao Le's mind; he took off his coat, and the shirt was tightened on his sturdy body, every inch of muscle seemed to carry unimaginable strength.

Hao Le's heart beat a little fast, and he turned over on the sofa - he forgot that the sofa at home was not that spacious, so he turned over on the ground.

His nose hit the floor, and the slightly sore pain caused him to let out a small "ah" in a tone of grievance, bewilderment, or sigh; he kept the dead body motionless on the floor, pretending that he didn't know anything just now. didn't think so.

It was almost eleven o'clock when Zhong Quan called.

"Did you sleep?" Zhong Quan's voice was rarely tired.

Hao Le pursed his lips: "If I fall asleep, I won't be able to receive your call."

Zhong Quan laughed softly.

With this smile, Hao Le's mood also relaxed a lot, and the awkward atmosphere between the two also eased a lot.

Zhong Quan said: "I... came to apologize. I was in the elevator this afternoon. I'm sorry. I almost lost control."

Hao Le paused, and tried to speak more relaxedly: "You also said that it was almost, so... As far as the result is concerned, I have no loss."

"I scared you." Zhong Quan sighed, "I feel very defeated now."

Hao Le didn't know how to answer for a while: "You... are amazing, I'm serious. If it were anyone else, they couldn't do better than you, uh..."

Hao Le scratched his neck, twisted into twists on the floor, hugged the phone and said, "You are right, you are different from Zhan Nan."

Zhong Quan was silent for a long time, and said: "But the ending changed back, and I don't know why. What did I do wrong? Or did I do something wrong? I can't find a reason..."

Zhong Quan said angrily: "What I'm most worried about is that I'm going to lose you, but I can't find the reason. This feeling is very similar to when I didn't know the system existed."

The noisy night gradually washed away the glitz and became quiet.

Zhong Quan was drinking in the bar, his aura was too strong, when he sat down at the bar, no one around him dared to step forward.

His surroundings were empty for no reason, and he seemed a bit lonely instead.

There was a glass of whiskey in front of him, and he lightly clasped his fingers on the rim of the glass, listening to Hao Le's soft breathing on the other end of the phone.

He said word by word: "When I found out that you belonged to Zhan Nan, I was so jealous that I was going crazy. You asked me what's special about you, why you, and I don't know why."

Zhong Quan laughed and shook his head: "But I think it should be you. It must be something wrong that made you and me go wrong and let you go to someone else. I want to take you back, but you So loving him... have you ever tasted this? No matter how hard you try, there will always be something you can't get in your life, and that feeling is hopeless."

Zhong Quan's voice was a little drunk, Hao Le listened quietly and didn't say much.

Zhong Quan probably doesn't need comfort and persuasion at this time, he just needs a listener.Hao Le has never gotten rid of the system, so he doesn't know how difficult it is, but he has been punished by the system, so he knows what will happen if he violates "fate".

All of Zhong Quan's efforts were changed in an instant, and no one would be able to stand it, but in fact, Hao Le himself felt very strange, how could he and Zhan Nan have a happy ending?

They have long since missed it completely.

Hao Le's face showed a bit of bewilderment. He looked at the night outside the window and the lights of thousands of houses, but he didn't know where the light waiting for him was.

It wasn't until Zhong Quan finished speaking intermittently and his voice disappeared that Hao Le asked, "Where are you?"