Have you ever seen such a heartthrob?

I'm running amok in my heart, you can't speak like that!

Not cute, not sweet, not sand sculpture, the author will not add drama to us.I walk up and down.

I have to help him, I have to tease him crazily, I have to get the author to notice me, the author writes casually, if someone loves our couple, then the author will definitely start to focus on us.

So I pretended to be angry and blamed, at least I thought I was being coquettish, "Who told you my food is human? I don't eat human at all."

He asked, "So what do you eat?"

Why is it so cold? There is already an iceberg figure, I am worried in my heart, don't play around, you are definitely not as good as my senior brother.

Forget it, he asked me, how should I answer him.My settings are too difficult to express.

I ignored him, I walked inside and wanted to go to bed.Why are you talking so much? Is there anything that can’t be solved by going to bed? As long as I go to bed, the emotional line will have to be made up for me without the author. It’s hard for me to meet a popular character that I can handle.Sure enough, he followed, which is great.I knew he would follow me.

Seeing that I was going to bed, he was anxious and asked me again.

I don't want to talk, it's too vulgar.I'm a heartthrob with principles, I can think anything in my heart, but I can't say anything, otherwise, how can I be a heartthrob? Which heartthrob have you ever seen chasing after someone? Which heartthrob Just open your mouth, I have to eat yours...or I won't be able to live.

A heartthrob shouldn't be like this, a heartthrob is one of thousands of flowers, not a single leaf sticks to her body.No one can do without him, but he doesn't like anyone.He can't take the initiative, he didn't do anything, it's because others insist on loving him, and he can't help it, if he refuses to sleep with others, others will die of grief.

So I slept with him, he should beg me.I can't say, I want to eat, you take it off for me.

Seeing that I didn't answer, he asked me again, even pretending to be dignified.Please, that's the setting of the Demon Lord.Your own blushing setting, is it okay to use it?

I don't talk, I get started.

I grabbed him between the legs.

Lowering her head and pretending to be shy, "I'll eat this."

He pulled my hand away at once, with a dark face, "This is not edible."

Speechless, he dared to make a bad face to everyone, he dared to push my hand away, and he dared to say that I couldn't eat what I ate.Is he questioning what I said? The last thing in love is suspicion, okay? If he dares to question me, then the emotional drama I am going through is not smooth enough. If it doesn’t go well, how can I be the protagonist!

I was angry, "I just eat this, I am much better than those devils who eat eyeballs, they can't die if I eat this."

He evasively said, "I can't die, but you are also a man. How can you not know the importance of this? If you eat it, how can those men pass on the family line. And if you don't kill yourself directly, some men will also seek death because of losing this. In the end, it is also a death..."

I interrupted him, "You misunderstood, I don't eat meat."

He was silent.

I looked up at him, "Do you understand now? Would you like me to clarify more?"

He blushed, "No need."

I'm actually a little impatient, I'm not pure at all, I have to pretend every day, when he explained it to me just now, I felt that I was insulted.Isn’t it fine? It’s not that he just keeps his mouth shut like this, and he opens and closes this and that. I’m a succubus, okay? I’m a man, okay? Does he treat me like a girl? Just say that he will die or something.

And he untied the rope himself, so what should he do next, is he going to run next?

I pressed the switch, and with one swipe, my bedroom was sealed.

I looked at him coldly and said, "Give me hard now, and then punch me out, I'm hungry."

He stopped chasing me now, he was a little afraid of me, so he covered his flesh so he wouldn't let me see it.

Can I see? You're still wearing clothes, have you forgotten?

I frightened him, "You'd better hurry up, or I'll be so hungry, I can eat meat too."

He is pitiful and weak, "Don't look at me. It takes time for me to get hard. Where can I get it for you?"

I scan the teapot on the table with my eyes.

He endured the humiliation with his back turned to me and began to squeeze the juice.

I lay on the bed and watched him, and the more I watched him, the more I liked him, so I interfered with him, "What are you doing with your back to me? Why are you so hard when you can't see me?"

He was out of breath and told me to shut up.Of course, his tone was still very soft.

I'm not afraid of him. Although he is a very popular character, his strength is still not as good as mine, and the protagonist has not been decided, so I can't just offend a future protagonist.

I'm nasty, "You turn around and look at me, your back is turned to me, isn't it me that you're thinking about?"

What has he seen as a decent boy? The decent school doesn't even accept female disciples.He has never seen anything, how hard he is.And I'm a heartthrob, it only makes sense for him to be hard on me.

He ignored me and just panted with his back to me.

I was strong, "Did you hear me, I'll let you turn around."

He paused for a while, then walked towards me with the teapot, walked to my bedside, pushed back his robe, held my teapot in front of him, and started working again.

I was shocked, I didn't expect him to be so obedient.Logically speaking, shouldn't this kind of character be someone who would rather die than submit, and eat the soft rather than the hard? I think it's quite useful for me to be aggressive.Is the decent character turned out to be a soft bone?

His penis is too perverted, bigger and lighter than mine, I don't want to see it.My eyes wandered to his eyes, and he was staring at me.He looked at me openly, inch by inch, met my gaze and gave me a naughty smile.

Damn, that's self-awareness, right? Is he crazy? He dared to reveal his self-consciousness when we met for the first time, but I just attacked him, so it should be considered self-consciousness exposure, because I don't lose my temper very much.

I was a little regretful, and I didn't look at him again, I turned my face away.But he was looking at me, I felt hot all over when he looked at me, and he was panting beside me.Did I provoke a ruthless horn?

I immediately softened my tone, "Okay, you don't have to look at me anymore, you can go back to that place just now."

He smiled evilly after hearing what I said.But he is set to be a decent and innocent young man. Although I know that his self-awareness is the same as mine, and neither of us is very pure, but he is more restrictive than me, and he has to listen to me on the surface.

He turned around, and then he pretended to accidentally trip and jumped on me.

Then he pressed me under his body, panting erotically against my ear.I also accidentally tore off my clothes, my hands were irregular, and I didn't squeeze the juice properly, so the teapot rolled under the bed.

He should be teasing me.

Heartthrobs can be molested, but this kind of role is definitely not their turn. Naturally, there will be cannon fodder, and then they will be killed by the villain or the protagonist.

I pushed him and warned him against his ear, "Enough is enough, do you have to make yourself a cannon fodder? Cannon fodder will die."

He laughed again after hearing this, and retorted close to my ear, "Die under the peony flower, even if you are a ghost, you will be flirtatious. I will die as soon as I die, and I will come to you after I am reincarnated."

I got goosebumps all over my body, "Don't dream, you have a set character, if you die, you will change the book directly, then how can you find me?"

He drove nonsense, "It's okay, if I change the book, I'll find the best one in that book, the best one in the book, basically it's not too bad."

I am very speechless. Some people are so righteous on the surface, but they are so shameless and indecent on the inside.The author might as well give me Haoran's righteousness, I am more decent than him.

I educated him, "No way. Why don't you have any self-motivation? Playboys can't be the protagonists."

He kept moving his hands, "I'm tired of being the leading role. I'm the leading role everywhere. So many beauties tease me. I'm fed up with watching and not eating."

Damn, I've never been the protagonist once, and here's someone who is tired of being the protagonist, wasting such a good setting for nothing.But what he said about the protagonist should not mean the same as what I said.I admire this kind of ignorant self-confidence. This kind of person will think that he is the protagonist wherever he goes.

And listening to what he said, it seems that he is ready to give up the setting at any time to moles the beauty. Such a person is a bomb if he is around, so let him ooc himself, and then bring me ooc.I am not like him.He can't have a relationship with me either, he will collapse and die at any time, once he dies, we will be begged.Then he happily changed the book, leaving me in the book, living a miserable life without drama.

So I suddenly pushed him away and escaped out of bed. As a result, I stepped on my round teapot and fell to the ground.

I haven't figured out how to get up coquettishly to cover up my embarrassment.It's so inelegant.

I heard him acting in the background, "No, no, this is wrong. I'll just give you food. You can't pull me to bed anymore. If you pull me to bed again, I will still push you down."

I looked up at him in shock.

His face is red, his ears are red, and his neck is red. This pure love setting is too against the sky.

The play is good, no wonder it can be a popular character.