Women dressed as men: My executive officer is so handsome

"you lose."

Wang Zi spent the entire PE class competing with Sheng Zhimo in shooting. There was no doubt that...

Wang Ziquan won.

I wonder who in this small world can compare to Liaoye Yixian in terms of skills?

Wang Zi threw the ball to Sheng Zhimo, who was sweating profusely, and turned and left.

"Give me back the ball. I'm leaving first."

Only after seeing the tall figure disappear from his sight did Sheng Zhimo come to his senses.

He stood there holding the ball, and only moved slowly to the equipment room after hearing the bell.

After returning to the classroom, he sat in his seat in a daze again, ignoring anyone who called him.

It was not until the driver picked him up after school that Sheng Zhimo had to admit one thing:

He lost to the girl.

His heart was filled with shame. It was the first time in his life that Sheng Zhimo was completely crushed by someone. He felt very uncomfortable.

He lay in bed, tossing and turning but couldn't fall asleep, so he just sat up.

"Jiang Wan."

Sheng Zhimo shouted towards the door, but to his surprise, no one responded.

Strange, Jiang Wan should be keeping watch nearby at this time...

Sheng Zhimo hesitated for a moment, and finally went out wearing shorts and a short-sleeved shirt.

Walking out of the corridor, he stared at the dark living room in front of him for a while.

Was he sent on another mission by his father?

Really, I can't find anyone I want...

Suddenly feeling a little sleepy, Sheng Zhimo yawned and prepared to go back to sleep.

But when he was about to turn around, a dark shadow suddenly flashed by his vision, and then his mouth and nose were covered by a pair of slender, cold hands.

The skin on his face rubbed against the gloves on his hands, causing a faint pain. Sheng Zhimo's pupils trembled and he began to struggle suddenly.

He just let out a "hmm" sound when his two moving hands were restrained on his lower back by another cold hand.

There was a gentle breathing sound in my ear, a low and pleasant sound accompanied by a dangerous atmosphere in the silent night.

"Don't move, my knife is cold."

It seemed like a ghost that came specifically to take his life, making Sheng Zhimo's heart beat wildly uncontrollably.

He tried to calm himself down and nodded quickly as the person behind him wished.

But I couldn't stop feeling scared in my heart, wondering when Jiang Wan would come back and what I should do.

But the person behind him seemed to be able to read his thoughts and a low, hoarse chuckle came from him.

"Are you still thinking about Jiang Wan? Sorry, she is sleeping in a corner now."

Sheng Zhimo:!

His blood froze instantly and a feeling of weakness spread throughout his body.

Suddenly I remembered a name my father mentioned when we were chatting. At that time he foolishly sneered at it.

But I didn't expect that it would be my turn so soon.

Sheng Zhimo tried hard to recall what he had been told before, and he had already made a decision that would result in mutual loss.

But what he didn't expect was that... the other party didn't seem to want to pay any attention to him at all and directly dragged him into his own room.

Before he could say anything, a piece of cloth was stuffed into his mouth, which was then tied into a "maggot" shape and thrown roughly onto the bed.

"Well……"

Sheng Zhimo lay on the bed, watching the tall figure in front of him moving around in his room, as if looking for something.

Inexplicably... there was a familiar feeling in my heart, and that figure gradually overlapped with another figure.

Liao also...

But he immediately denied it.

No, Liao is also a girl.

The person in front of him, no matter his voice or body shape, looked like an adult male.

Sheng Zhimo's heartbeat continued to accelerate, but then he saw the man suddenly stop.

He looked at himself in the backlight, as if thinking, and finally, he took a step forward.

Sheng Zhimo watched him walk towards him and slowly extended his hand...

Removed the cloth from his mouth?

What does this mean?

Sheng Zhimo was stunned for a moment, swallowed and was about to shout, when he heard the man's soft and pleasant voice again.

With a full threat:

"If you want to shout, I don't mind breaking your tongue."