In a dark place, a weak and dim light shines in the center. In the surrounding silence, only a little yellow light illuminates the surroundings. There is silence everywhere, except for two slight gasps intertwined.

This is a dance studio, with two figures facing a large piece of glass.

The two figures stood hugging each other, and the shadows cast by the dim light were entangled. The tall man's shadow held the petite woman's shadow in his arms domineeringly, and the woman's long wavy hair was spread on her chest.

The woman whimpered and retreated, but she could only retreat into the man's arms.

The man's arms holding her suddenly tightened, as if he wanted to press her deeply into his own flesh and blood.

He reached out and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at herself flushed in the mirror.

The woman was forced to look up at herself in the mirror, with messy hair, bright red lips, and blurred eyes.

Suddenly.

The woman's eyes gradually changed from frightened to calm. The corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, and she hugged the man's strong waist. Her eyes were aggressive, and she moved inch by inch from his Adam's apple to his lips, the tip of his nose, the bridge of his nose, and then again.

He slowly raised his eyes, with a charming and provocative expression, and his weak, boneless hands seemed to be filled with fire, moving up from the spinal groove on his back bit by bit to touch the back of his neck.

This is one of the most vulnerable parts of a person. He has always been extremely vigilant, but at this moment he is like a helpless child who has made a mistake. He has no defense. He lowers his eyebrows and trembles his eyelashes, allowing the woman to touch her.

His misdeeds.

The woman was about to press his head down and be intimate with him——

Huh? Can’t press it?

Press again? Still can’t press?

Cangzhu held her neck, using her neck to resist Yan Luo's brute force, refusing to come close to Yan Luo's face like a good man, Yan Luo couldn't press it down no matter how hard he pressed it.

The fingers that carefully covered her waist trembled, and he moved them very slightly, but when they touched her cool and white waist, he froze and did not dare to move.

The warm breaths intertwined together, and he was a little out of breath. He quietly pulled away some distance, and the softness against his chest separated. His eyes did not dare to fall on her face, and he quietly turned away, "

Too...too close..."

Why is it different from dancing with his friends?

Obviously...

Even though they were two grown men dancing, they didn't...

So strange.

Yan Luo was puzzled, "Is this a dance move?"

She also didn't understand why two grown men chose such an ambiguous dance.

Cang Zhu forced himself to look into her eyes as if nothing was wrong, and met her serious eyes, but quickly moved away as if she had been burned, "I'm a little... uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable?" Yan Luo suddenly realized that it might be that this innocent young master had not had such direct contact with girls. She patted his shoulder angrily to express comfort, "It's okay, just treat your aunt as yourself."

Just people will do.”

Cangzhu:……

"If that doesn't work, just think of me as the auntie selling fried dough sticks in front of the school." Yan Luo looked at him seriously.

She was so friendly and kind to her eldest nephew, even putting herself in the position of an elder.

Cang Zhu was stunned for a few seconds, then sighed deeply, patted his forehead with a headache, and said to himself, "What on earth am I so worried about -"

Yan Luo didn't hear clearly, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing." Cang Zhu's young boy's heart has been wounded all over, and he has entered the time of the sage. Gujing Muha said, "Continue to practice dancing."

He completely regained the feeling of dancing with his brothers.

The bright moon hung high in the sky, and the night was sultry. The moonlight poured into the room through the window lattice and spread all over the floor. The two figures standing close together looked like music box figures, dancing to the music.

——

That night, Yan Luo had a dream.

She was trapped in her own body and lost control of her body. She could only let this body act on its own without her control.

This strange feeling made her feel like she was falling into the abyss, and panic quickly swept through her brain.

Yan Luo was accustomed to fearing death, and her strong desire to survive made her struggle to regain control of her body.

She tried several times to no avail, and the inertia and optimism in her bones made her calm down quickly.

Forget it, since you can't resist, you might as well lie down and enjoy it.

Kill her if you can.

Now that we have reached this point, Yan Luo still thinks leisurely and optimistically that the feeling of being trapped in his own body is really uncomfortable——

She will no longer say that Yan Nuo is the most useless heroine.

She pretended that she was watching a holographic immersive movie from a first-person perspective, and leisurely became the audience.

The plot is a bloody romance series that Yan Luo has watched. He loves her, he doesn't love her, she loves him, he doesn't love her, the frame-up turns evil into safety, the vicious female supporting character ends up miserable in the end, the female protagonist and the male protagonist are happy ending

.

It's just that what Yan Luo is now forced to assume is not the perspective of the heroine, but the perspective of the vicious supporting actress.

She is also familiar with this plot direction. Isn't it the original direction of this novel world?

There is also a male voice narration who is more emotionally involved than Yan Luo himself throughout the whole process, explaining the story with great emotion.

The body of the vicious female supporting character, Yan Luo, died on the street. Yan Luo also successfully switched from the first perspective to the God's perspective. She reasonably guessed that this was called an out-of-body experience.

She stared at her body without blinking, with a serious face. After a while, she said to herself, "Damn stinky beauty, she looks so good even if she dies with her eyes closed."

Narrator:…

Its voice was filled with disbelief: "Aren't you afraid even if you die?"

Yan Luo felt that this narration might not be easy on his mind, so he answered with some hesitation, "I'm dead...am I still scared?"

Damn it.

The narration fell silent, and the surrounding scenes quickly distorted and changed like revenge. Not long after, Yan Luo returned to the scene at the beginning.

The revengeful mentality of the mysterious narration is very obvious. Yan Luo seems to be trapped in a cycle, constantly dying and opening his eyes to be resurrected.

During this period, there was also the malicious narration with a seductive voice.

As Yan Luo watched, he began to lose focus, as if he was in a math class, and his thoughts could not help but wander far away.

She felt that when she was resurrected, it was like...the birth of the stone monkey in the first episode of Journey to the West.

The narrator noticed her distraction and yelled anxiously, "Did you listen to my lectures or yours? How can you have a good ending and future like this! You are really the worst class I have ever taught! Look at me

What are you doing? Watch the plot!"

Yan Luo straightened his expression and said, "Please continue with the plot."

She was forced to watch it in a loop countless times. Not to mention her own lines, she could even recite her opponent's lines by heart.

Yan Luo was idle and bored, and became a drama queen. One person played n roles and started to work hard:

"Yan Luo! What are you doing!"

"Ah! I didn't! Ah! Yan Nuo! You bitch!"

"Brother, what did I do wrong? My sister hates me so much?"

"No, Nono, you are right!"

In the end, he didn't even let go of the narration scene, and directly stole other people's lines. The narration couldn't even add a single word.

Narrator:…
Chapter completed!