Fu Youzhi opened her eyes, and the person in the mirror...
She was still herself, but he had put on a layer of shiny stage makeup.
"Zhizhi is so beautiful," he sat lazily on the dressing table. It took a lot of energy to clean up Gu Zhijuan. He was a little overwhelmed, but his bright peach blossom eyes were narrowed beautifully.
"The more perfect something is, the less it needs to be retouched. The most inferior makeup artist will even use makeup to cover up your beauty..."
He looked at Fu Youzhi in the mirror, whose eyebrows and makeup complemented each other, and nodded with satisfaction.
Fu Youzhi's cheeks were reddened by his burning eyes, and she lowered her head unconsciously. Her voice was so soft and thin that she could hardly even hear it.
"I...I'm about to go on stage..."
"Well," he spit out a low-spirited word from his nose, but his long legs still circled her chair, not giving her a chance to escape.
"The dance Zhizhi dances is called "Cinnabar Mole"?"
Fu Youzhi nodded slightly, feeling itchy and lustful, dancing in an ancient style with a hint of drunkenness.
"Zhizhi has a small mole like a red bean on her chest. I don't like it to be exposed. Can I light one here for you?"
His cold fingertips lightly touched Fu Youzhi's collarbone.
With one touch, the cold and hard hand touched her soft and waxy skin. Without using any force at all, a burning cloud started from the collarbone and spread to her cheeks.
The rabbit on Fu Youzhi's chest was jumping wildly, her hands and feet were numb, she was at a loss, and she was biting her lower lip.
Gu Yanchen dipped the thinnest brush into vermilion lipstick, bent down, lowered his head, like a scientist working at his desk attentively, and carefully applied a cinnabar mole that was as small as a millet grain on her collarbone.
The cold white skin, set off by the cinnabar moles, looks more and more like a sweet white glaze. It is a peerless glaze color that even the most skilled craftsmen cannot produce.
"Gardenia..."
He touched the mole, but he didn't get up. He leaned his chin lazily on her shoulder, his voice became deeper and deeper, as if he was awake in a dream, his cold lips were trembling, and he kissed her delicately from her slender neck all the way to the night.
At the corner of her glittering lips.
It was like a poison was planted along the blood vessels, a kind of poison named Gu Yanchen. As long as he got close, it would attack unscrupulously and devour her sanity crazily!
Fu Youzhi couldn't be proud of herself at all. She hooked her arms around his neck, the corners of her lips twitched, her breathing was chaotic, and her eyes were full of...
This time, he didn't make her uncomfortable for too long.
The cold lips pressed hard against the plump cherry lips, and the extremely soft lips became softer and softer under his attack and punishment.
He was so strong that it seemed that all his strength was poured into this kiss. He lifted Fu Youzhi, who was sitting on the chair, directly onto his lap, and pinched his soft waist with his big hands.
Like a king who is galloping across a territory, he is greedy and ignorant of how satisfied he is with conquering cities and territories...
Fu Youzhi raised his wet eyes slightly, and saw in the mirror that he looked so deceitful and lost in emotion, his scalp went numb, and he actually collapsed in his arms.
This is really throwing yourself into my arms...
Gu Yanchen became even crazier, even violent, bullying the delicate Begonia flower like a gust of wind, until his fingertips felt cold...
It was Fu Youzhi's tear that made her lose consciousness after being kissed, and it flashed across...
Only then did she finally come back to life from the danger of suffocation.
"Uncle, why are you like this!!"
Fu Youzhi wiped her cheeks. It was so embarrassing. She was really kissed in tears this time. She was so angry that her makeup was all gone!!!
Gu Yanchen seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength, so he rubbed her back lazily, put her makeup back on, and watched her run away with a blushing face.
Fu Youzhi walked away.
Gu Yanchen's blood sprayed all over the dressing table...
Taking care of Gu Zhijuan was a way to take care of his extremely weak body. That kiss just now...
How could it be that Fu Youzhi was the only one who was so emotional?
"Xiao Lin, give me the 005 injection..." he weakly ordered his men.
"You should rest now. You only need to rest for a few days. After calling 005, you can only hold on for one night. The pain of the backlash is not something ordinary people can bear!"
Xiaolin said timidly.
"Hurry up, I still have a lot of things to do..."
He directly grabbed the medicine box from Xiao Lin's hand and injected his arm with a shot of No. 005 injection, which was similar to a cardiotonic drug.
Fu Youzhi quickly ran to the back of the stage to prepare. The four previous stages had ended. She was on the penultimate stage. Her fellow trainees had already changed their clothes and were waiting for her.
"Cinnabar Mole" originally sang about a man and a woman who were in love in ancient times but could not get married. In modern times, a girl is reincarnated and becomes a cinnabar mole on a boy's neck.
The dance was originally touching and enchanting.
This time, there were eight men and one woman on the stage. Fu Youzhi deleted many ambiguous dance moves, marginalized her role, and focused on the eight training bodies.
The nine people gathered together, looked at each other backstage, and encouraged each other.
"come on, come on, come on!"
"Zhizhi, you will definitely win the first place!" Jiang Yu said excitedly.
What was Fu Youzhi's first choice? She didn't plan to debut in the talent show. She smiled and patted the backs of her younger brothers and said with a smile,
"You are the ones who want to be first!"
Everyone became excited. Only Lu Ming, standing at the edge, was trembling with fright after being slapped lightly by Fu Youzhi...
The curtain closed and was gently opened again...
The first spotlight on the stage fell on Fu Youzhi, who was wearing a water-red gauze skirt.
"In my pale world, you are the only touch of cinnabar..."
The first line was sung by Jiang Yu. As he sang, Fu Youzhi turned to him, touched his slender fingertips between his eyebrows, and followed the light. Jiang Yu, with a cinnabar mole between his eyebrows, appeared in front of everyone.
"Mossing Su Yue, the world has been admiring it for thousands of years..."
Fu Youzhi turned to the other brother, touched his eyes with her fingertips, and followed the light. The brother with a cinnabar mole under his eyes also appeared in the audience's eyes.
…
Just like that, seven lyrics and seven trainee brothers with cinnabar moles appeared in front of the audience. Fu Youzhi twisted her waist and came to Lu Ming, and touched his neck with her fingertips...
Come after the light...
The ambiguous yellow light hit him. He didn't sing or move. He looked like a piece of wood...
The music continued, and everyone on the stage and the audience looked confused.
"sorry,"
He bowed and apologized to the audience and the ubiquitous cameras. His throat was trembling because of nervousness and panic. His nails were clasped into his hands, and cold sweat was dripping down his cheeks. He gritted his teeth and controlled the trembling in his heart.
"This dance step was plagiarized by Fu Youzhi. I can't dance without the permission of the copyright owner!"
There was an uproar everywhere.
["Cinnabar Mole" is a famous song by top female singer Luo Shi. Many people have given dance lessons based on this song. Why do you think Fu Youzhi plagiarized it? 】
[Look, the original version is on the scarf. It turns out that this was the dance step from Luo Shi’s music video when she released the song, but it was not used. Now it is finally seen again... The dance steps are indeed very similar...]
[Who says it’s not the case? It seems that I changed it because I was afraid of being plagiarized. Compared with the original version, the atmosphere is much worse...]
[Don’t blame Zhizhi. Time is tight and the task is heavy. Qin Susu even quit halfway. It’s just a useful reference, don’t copy it in vain! 】
[I used my sister’s song, bought the copyright, but the dance has to be labeled: self-written, this is plagiarism!]
Fu Youzhi didn't even look at the quarrels on the barrage, and asked Lu Ming calmly and indifferently,
"You don't want to jump?"
Lu Ming panicked. He was being instigated by others. He didn't expect that Fu Youzhi, who had been plagiarized, didn't even frown. He looked confident.