Scumbag Transformation System

"..."

Xia Yuqing wanted to answer yes, but felt that he was too easy to coax, and the pent-up anger in his heart made him unable to open his mouth.

He turned his head, sighed, and said two words as if giving up on himself, "...Okay."

Emotion is a gambling process. Two people stand opposite each other in front of the gambling table, releasing their chips one by one, bearing the possibility of losing, but at the same time hoping to see hope.

Just like him now, knowing that the other party has a criminal record, he still hopes and is willing to believe that what he just said is true.

Because he doesn't have enough chips, because he likes Bo Chushui, and because he doesn't want to break up.

Xia Yuqing was silent for a long time, looking down at the touching palms of the two, "Then...don't lie to me again."

Bo Chushui nodded obediently, and agreed without hesitation, "Okay."

After saying that, he stretched out his arms tentatively, hugged him in his arms, and rubbed his chin on the soft and cool black hair of the other person. Feeling that Xia Yuqing had no intention of resisting, he felt a little relieved.

"Okay, I won't lie to you."

After all the words made sense, Bo Chushui felt the touch of climbing up and around his waist. The strength was neither loose nor tight, but he could feel the other party's response.The atmosphere in the room seemed to have changed from the previous low, rising several degrees.

Unexpectedly, the two met their eyes, and the atmosphere seemed to lighten suddenly, like a few scattered stars on the sea gradually lit up, and were shrouded in mist and the haze dissipated.

Bo Chushui couldn't resist stretching out his fingertips to lift Xia Yuqing's chin, and asked in a low voice, as if he respected the other party's rights, "Are you still angry? If not, can I kiss you?"

Xia Yuqing didn't answer but kissed proactively, the tip of her tongue outlined the shape of Bao Chushui's slender lips, and she left with the slightest touch, "You can't kiss me."

But I can kiss you now.

Xia Yuqing was a little thirsty, although it was a kiss that wasn't lingering or intense, it made him a little hot.Noticing Bo Chushui's scorching gaze, Xia Yuqing sat back a little, putting a distance between them.

Although the anger has almost been exhausted, it still retains a little bit.

He called Bo Chushui unceremoniously, "Boyfriend, can you pour me a glass of water?"

Bo Chushui was keenly aware of the elements, and reacted quickly. His eyes inevitably drifted to Xia Yuqing's bright red lips, and he had an idea in his heart.

"Then I'll get you some water, can I kiss you?"

Xia Yuqing paused when she heard the words, and was about to get up to get water.

This glass of water is not so precious, and he still needs to sell his appearance, let alone this is his house, and he still pays the water bill.

Bo Chushui sighed and took the lead to admit defeat. He took Xia Yuqing's arm and changed the condition, "Okay, then call me again, and I'll go get water."

Xia Yuqing had never called him that before, so he would listen to it again.You can't pass the mouth addiction, but you can pass the ear addiction.

"Then you bring it over for me first."

Bo Chushui did as he did.

Xia Yuqing took the water and said casually, "Thank you boyfriend."

With the action of drinking water, he covered up the smile in his eyes, and he didn't suffer any disadvantages. Anyway, the two people are now in an ironclad relationship, and it's just a matter of words.

After admitting his mistake this time, Bo Chushui continued to show his kindness, and coupled with his recent free time, he was almost glued to Xia Yuqing's body.He used the pretext of staying overnight several times, slowly and secretly, and by the way, put a lot of his own things at Xia Yuqing's house.

However, the two of them haven't reached the final step yet, so far they are still in the stage of estrus, ending in ritual.

In the early morning, Xia Yuqing got up from the side of the bed that belonged to him alone but now had to be divided into half. There was not much movement, but Bo Chushui also sat up together.

Xia Yuqing frowned, and pushed the person down, "Go on to sleep, don't send me, I'll drive there by myself."

Bo Chushui was busy with work late yesterday, and he wanted to wait to be together, but he couldn't hold it back. He didn't even know what time the other party went to bed.

Hearing this, Bo Chushui shook his head, "It's okay, I'm not going to work today, I'll be with you." Otherwise, it's meaningless to leave him alone at home.

Bo Chushui blatantly came backstage with Xia Yuqing, not once or twice. For this reason, he also sponsored some infrastructure of the theater, and obtained a card from the manager, so he could come freely without being led by others.

The day after tomorrow, they will leave for Haikou. This is also the first stop of their tour, which will last for a month.So today is the last row, and tomorrow I will give everyone a holiday to tidy up things.

"Where are you sitting?" Xia Yuqing asked.

There are no regular performances in the theater today, and the entire venue can be used as a row for them, and the audience seats are naturally the usual seats.

Bo Chushui glanced at Xia Yuqing's expression, and found his own exclusive seat, "I'm sitting here?"

He took a tentative look, wondering if Xia Yuqing would think of the previous incident because of this seat.

Xia Yuqing rolled his eyes at him, he was not a petulant person, although the seat was still not pleasing to the eye, he didn't say anything.

"Sit as you like, ask me what I do? Will I not allow you to do it?"

Bo Chushui picked up his fingertips that were naturally hanging on the side, lifted it up suddenly, put it down quickly after a bite, and then smiled obediently, "No, I'll just ask you."

He flattered him, as if smearing honey on his lips, "Of course you should prioritize your thoughts before doing anything."

Xia Yuqing didn't speak, but looked up at him, secretly saying one thing and doing another.

The members of the dance troupe over there also came one after another, and the rehearsal was about to start. When the choreographer called him, Xia Yuqing only had time to tell him, "Be honest."

Bo Chushui leaned over to kiss the side of his face, his eyebrows and eyes were raised, as if he could only see the person opposite, "I'm sure I'll be honest."

The warm touch flashed by, making Xia Yuqing look around quickly, hoping that no one would notice them. He didn't have time to scold Bo Chushui, so he could only stare at him, and walked towards the meeting place, poking him in his heart. That's all it takes to be honest.

But in fact, Bo Chushui really didn't do anything else, he just swiped his phone, recorded videos, and took some photos for himself to watch and show off.

In order to take the holiday ahead of time, and to give the members a rest time to keep up their spirits, today's row row only needs to practice two games, three hours.

For three full hours, Bo Chushui's interest gradually subsided. He closed his eyes slightly, and almost fell asleep accompanied by the melodious ballet music in the arena.

Suddenly, he heard a slight cracking sound coming from nowhere. The sound seemed to be very close to him, which made Bao Chushui frowned in his heart.

He subconsciously looked at the performance ahead, but happened to see a piece of wood at the front fence in the center of the stage closest to him, and there seemed to be a small section of broken grain in the middle.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, wanting to see more clearly.

This piece of wood didn't give him any face, it swayed, and in the next second it lost all strength and broke completely.

Almost from this point, the fence began to collapse to the surroundings, and the speed was not fast, but Xia Yuqing, who was dancing solo at the front, definitely couldn't avoid it.

Almost instantly, Bao Chushui's face darkened, and he stood up from his seat in a snap.

Before everyone could react, he jumped up, rushed onto the stage from the side ladder, grabbed Xia Yuqing with lightning speed, and ran back.

Seeing that Xia Yuqing didn't react, he simply hugged her up and moved away from the center as quickly as possible.

Flying debris from the broken front stage rose up, somewhat blocking the line of sight. System 008 was stunned in the space, and it took half a beat to react. This seemed to be something that would happen in the original world line.

It was just that at the time it was said that Xia Yuqing fell off the stage because of her lack of energy after the breakup, but now it seems that there was something wrong with the stage.

Everyone on the stage dispersed to the rear. Fortunately, the collapsed area was only within a few flats in the front, and it did not spread. The situation soon stopped, the collapse was very fast, and it also ended very quickly.

After the flying dust gradually extinguished, everyone checked each other off the field for any casualties.

On the other hand, the theater manager rushed to the scene after hearing the news backstage. While checking the situation of the crowd with a bitter face, he hurriedly called the insurance company and maintenance workers.

Xia Yuqing's face was ugly, he asked Bo Chushui to sit on the seat, and he squatted aside, frowning to check two or three places on Bo Chushui's arms that were cut by wood slag.

The wound was not deep, and Bo Chushui didn't complain of pain, and he didn't even notice it.

But Xia Yuqing frowned tightly, lowered her face, and said softly, for fear of disturbing him, "Do you feel pain?"

He noticed others from the corner of his eye, and before Bo Chushui could comfort him, he raised his head and asked the manager with a dark face, anxious, "What's going on? Where's the hospital? Where's the ambulance?"

The manager's expression changed instantly. He saw Xia Yuqing squatting on the ground. He hadn't figured out the situation yet, his voice was trembling, "Yuqing, where are you hurt?"

This is his gold medal baby, and there will be tour tasks in the future, how can he be hurt.

Xia Yuqing's face was sullen, and her brows were already furrowed even more tightly, "It's not me, it's him!"

Bao Chushui smiled wryly, he was just a skin trauma, and if the doctor came a few minutes late, he would scab over.

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