[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

Zhou Mao sat on the sofa in a daze for a long time, I don't know how long it took before he remembered to ask the narrator: "Did I look lonely just now?"

The narrator muses: "Hmm...it's kind of interesting."

Zhou Mao: "Really?"

Narrator: "Really."

Zhou Mao yelled, covered his face with his hands and rolled over on the sofa: "This is so fucking embarrassing!"

The narrator sneered: "Have you lost too many people in this world? If you want Hao Kaixin to stay with you at home, just say so."

"No." Zhou Mao raised his head from the sofa, and said pitifully, "I just feel that I'm too boring to be alone at home. I finally got to watch a movie with him, but he just left."

Narrator: "...you can see for yourself now."

Zhou Mao shook his head and stood up from the sofa: "Since Hao Kaixin said that he wants to read it together, let's read it when he has time." He walked into the study, browsed the bookshelves, and tried to find a book to kill time.

"Narrator," Zhou Mao looked at the books on the bookshelf, and asked, "How did the literature and film and television works in Momo's world come from?"

"It's all created based on Zhou Mo's own memory." The narrator replied: "Except for some works that she made up, literary and film works that Zhou Mo has never seen will not appear in this world."

"I'll just say it." Zhou Mao knocked on the bookshelf with his knuckles and saw the spine of the book whose name was Danmei novels and said with a smile: "If Hao Kaixin really reads this kind of book, then his image will be lost."

"This is an oversight." The narrator seemed anxious: "I will change it immediately!"

As he said that, Zhou Mao watched helplessly as the words "the domineering president's young wife" on the book at hand changed to "engineering drawing".

Zhou Mao shook his head and smiled, Zhou Mo must have never read "Engineering Drawings".He opened the book from the bookshelf, and sure enough, the content inside was still "The Domineering CEO's Little Wife".There are actually very explicit illustrations between the words, which made Zhou Mao's face feverish.

"Don't look!" The narrator sternly stopped.

"Don't read it, don't read it." Zhou Mao closed the book and stuffed it back into the bookshelf. "It's okay for Zhou Mo to look at Tanmei, but she shouldn't look at such a big scale at such a young age. She is not yet an adult."

Narrator: "Don't talk about others! Did you see Xiao Huang Tulu turned 18 when he was in charge?"

Zhou Mao felt guilty and stopped talking.Looking at the books on the bookshelf, he couldn't help thinking that Hao Kaixin might also make a mistake, so he took out a Danmei from these books with serious names to read.I don't know how he felt when he opened the engineering drawing and saw the contents of two men's sex.

Fortunately, there are not many danmei books.Zhou Mao has seen some of the remaining world famous books, encyclopedias, and collections of prose novels on the bookshelves of his own home in reality.But what surprised him was that there were many medical and psychological books on the bookshelves that looked very professional.

Zhou Mao pulled out a book and opened it. It was a real professional book. It contained words that Zhou Mao didn't quite understand.

"Strange," Zhou Mao muttered in a low voice, "How can Momo read this kind of book?"

"Who knows the brain." The narrator replied: "Maybe she plans to apply for medicine or psychology. Let's read the professional books first to understand the situation."

Zhou Mao did not speak, and the narration's explanation was not convincing.He glanced at the bookshelf again, and found that there were a lot of detective reasoning and science fiction works among the famous works at home and abroad.

"Is this really a bookshelf based on the books Momo read?" Zhou Mao's doubts deepened.He pulled out Carl's "Five Coffins" and started to read it.Zhou Mao himself likes to read mystery novels, but Zhou Mo does not. Zhou Mao once bought a book "Five Coffins", but the translation was very poor, and he read it many times without reading it.It would not be surprising if Zhou Mo had read his book and manifested it in his own world.

However, the "Five Coffins" held by Zhou Mao is translated smoothly and naturally, and there are a lot of quotations to help readers understand.As soon as Zhou Mao picked up the book, he couldn't help but want to read on. "Let's think about the books on the bookshelf later. It's probably not an important thing." Zhou Mao thought, sitting at the table with the book and started reading it.

After about three or four hours, Zhou Mao finally finished reading the book.He let out a sigh of satisfaction and stretched himself.I have always wanted to finish reading this mystery novel, but the translation is really bad, and my English is not very good, so I had to give up.Unexpectedly, this wish came true in the world created by Zhou Mo.

"Finished?" A voice suddenly came from behind Zhou Mao.Zhou Mao shuddered, and turned his head to see that Hao Kaixin was leaning against the wall with his hands folded in front of his chest, looking at him with a smile.

"When did you... come back?" It seems that this book is really fascinating, Zhou Mao didn't even hear the sound of Hao Kaixin coming home.

"About two hours ago." Hao Kaixin blinked and said with a smile. "I saw that you were so serious about reading, so I didn't bother you. I ate a little too much today. I went to the gym downstairs to exercise for a while."

Only then did Zhou Mao realize that Hao Kaixin was wearing a close-fitting vest and shorts.The sweat-soaked clothing was tightly attached to his body, showing his well-trained muscles.Seeing that his face was burning hot, Zhou Mao couldn't help lowering his eyes.

Zhou Mao's expression was seen by Hao Kaixin, the corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and he walked towards the desk, put his hands on the table, and surrounded Zhou Mao with his body: "How is it, are you satisfied with what you see?"

Zhou Mao: "...his overbearing president's lines are right for the occasion this time."

Seeing Hao Kaixin pressing towards him, Zhou Mao hastily stretched out his hand against his chest: "Satisfied. Let me go, I'm going to sleep."

Instead of letting go, Hao Kaixin grabbed Zhou Mao's wrist, wrapped his other hand around Zhou Mao's waist, and pressed his body against his own.Hao Kaixin rubbed the pen tip against Zhou Mao's neck, and said slowly: "I was so anxious to come back because I was so lonely just now, but you left me alone. You can make it up to me tonight. "After that, he raised his head slightly, stuck out his tongue and slowly licked Zhou Mao's ear.

The numb feeling from his ears made Zhou Mao suffocate.He struggled hard, but Hao Kaixin held his hands firmly, to no avail.After Hao Kaixin teased Zhou Mao's ears, he covered his collarbone with his lips and kissed him bit by bit.

"Don't, don't do this." Zhou Mao's legs were weak, and his begging became intermittent. "I do not like……"

"Don't like it?" Hao Kaixin smiled lightly, and gently scratched Zhou Mao's lower abdomen with his free hand: "It doesn't seem to be that way here."

Hao Kaixin touched the most sensitive part of Zhou Mao, and his whole body trembled.He bit his lower lip, looked at Hao Kaixin and said, "Brother Liu won't be happy if you do this."

Hao Kaixin's eyes dimmed obviously.He let go of Zhou Mao's hand and took a few steps back.Zhou Mao felt that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, and when he was about to say something to ease it, Hao Kaixin sighed, stared at Zhou Mao closely, and asked, "Zhou Mao, do you like me?"

Zhou Mao's heart skipped a beat.He didn't expect Hao Kaixin's straight ball to come so suddenly, which caught him off guard.Zhou Mao hurriedly asked the narrator: "Should I answer whether I like it or not?"

The narrator replied: "There is no such plot in the book. You should answer according to your true inner feelings now."

Zhou Mao said in despair: "What kind of novel is Zhou Mo writing! Why is there no plot at all!"

Narrator: "...Isn't this all the fault of you not following the description of the plot!"

Hao Kaixin still stared at Zhou Mao motionlessly. Zhou Mao felt his face was hot. He lowered his eyes and whispered hesitantly, "I kind of... like it."

Hearing the answer, Hao Kaixin raised one eyebrow: "I like it a little bit?" He shook his head: "Zhou Mao, you are usually very frank, but why are you being coy at this time."

"Why can't you be frank!" Zhou Mao raised his flushed face and stared at Hao Kaixin: "I said I like it a little bit, but I like it a little bit. I like many things about you, but you still come to provoke me when you have a date, so let me My liking has become only a little bit."

Hao Kaixin laughed after hearing Zhou Mao's words.He stepped forward and pinched Zhou Mao's face forcefully, and said softly, "Then if I'm not in two boats, don't you really like me?"

Zhou Mao covered the painful cheek pinched by Hao Kaixin, and muttered, "That depends on your performance."

Hao Kaixin raised the corner of his mouth, gently stroked Zhou Mao's hair, then moved closer to his face, and placed a light kiss on his lips.

"That's good." He whispered, then got up and stretched: "It's getting late, you should go to bed earlier. You have to go to work tomorrow morning." After finishing speaking, he turned and left the study.

Zhou Mao was stunned for a while in the study.After an unknown amount of time, he silently picked up "Five Coffins" on the desk and stuffed it into the bookshelf.Then he staggered into the bathroom.

After washing, Zhou Mao turned off the light and lay down on the bed in his bedroom.He didn't feel sleepy at all.Whenever he involuntarily recalled the scene just now, there would always be a burst of heat in his chest.

Zhou Mao closed his eyes, trying not to think about anything.He tried to blank his mind so he could fall asleep as quickly as possible.

Zhou Mao was lying in the dark, when sleepiness gradually eroded him.A clear and cold voice sounded in his ear:

"Did you discover it?"

Zhou Mao sat up suddenly from the bed, opened his eyes and looked around.In the darkness, it was still the bedroom that Hao Kaixin had prepared for him. The furniture stood motionless, and there was no suspicious figure.Zhou Mao lay down full of doubts, pulled up the quilt to cover his neck, closed his eyes, and tried hard to fall asleep again.