The male protagonist of a sweet romance novel went on a killing spree in the world of angst novels.

Chapter 21 A Kiss Through the Flowers in the Corridor

The moment Yan Ting got close to Chen Xiao, she had to admit that even up close, his face had very fine pores, no pimples, no scars, and was a completely flawless complexion.

For a moment, she was at a loss.

I feel like no matter how I apply makeup, it's a desecration of this face.

Just as she was hesitating, Chen Xiao, who had been silently observing her expression, suddenly spoke up: "Pink, perhaps?"

Yan Ting was taken aback.

Then she saw the young man lift his eyelids, his deep, dark eyes falling on the pink wig on her head.

"Your hair color looks pretty good." The implication was that he wanted to dye his hair that kind of flashy color.

Yanting: ...

Bro, are you sure?

Most people would never dye their hair pink, a color that's difficult to pull off.

It's easy to crash.

However, Chen Xiao has fair skin, so perhaps he can handle it.

As luck would have it, Yanting happened to bring a hair dye that could be mixed to produce pink.

Compared to warm-toned pink, she felt that cool-toned pink would better complement Chen Xiao's striking eyebrows and eyes.

Bleaching hair is an extremely long process.

Before going blew, Yanting specially trimmed Chen Xiao's messy hair.

After cutting, I started applying hair dye with a small brush.

Because hair dyeing requires one person to stand and another to sit, and Yan Ting, who was standing, was looking down, she suddenly caught a glimpse of the man's sexy collarbone, the faint outline of his pale skin hidden under his black sweater, and the contours of his abdominal muscles...

Subconsciously.

Yan Ting hurriedly looked away in a panic.

She could even feel a burning sensation on her cheeks.

Seeing this, the system couldn't help but sneer: [Scheming man!]

Chen Xiao ignored it.

His body was naturally reserved for his wife to see.

Yanting calmed her racing heart and applied hair dye to her hair without looking away, making sure she didn't see anything she shouldn't see.

After applying the hair cream, you need to wait patiently for several hours.

At this moment, Chen Xiao's eyelids drooped, and his pupils were covered by long eyelashes, making him look as if he were asleep.

Yan Ting stared at his eyelashes and thought to herself, how can a grown man have such long eyelashes?

She glanced at the time displayed on her phone screen; there was still a long wait before she could wash her hair.

Feeling bored and afraid of disturbing the other person's rest, Yanting tiptoed out of the living room and into the courtyard outside.

There is a not-too-long corridor in the courtyard, where dazzling light filters through the flowers and leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Yan Ting sat in front of a stone pillar in the long corridor.

The summer wind is hot.

The wind blew so hard that the roses and the rose bushes covering the wall trembled and swayed, constantly peeling off the layers of their outer coverings.

As Yanting watched, he leaned against the stone pillar and dozed off.

—

As soon as Chen Xiao looked up, a vivid and alluring image of a sleeping beauty slowly unfolded before his eyes.

In the corridor, Yanting was sleeping soundly, and a faint dark circle could be seen under her eyelids.

No one knew that Yanting actually suffered from insomnia and had difficulty falling asleep at night.

I suffer from chronic insomnia and can only fall asleep with the help of sleeping pills.

Perhaps it was a stroke of luck.

A gentle summer breeze caressed my face.

The delicate, glistening petals were blown about—

Some drifted down onto Yanting's body, some onto her hair, and some even onto her sleeping face.

Chen Xiao stood tall and elegant in the corridor, his eyes lowered as he stared at the rose that had just landed on the beauty's lips. His expression was inscrutable, making it impossible to discern his thoughts.

half an hour.

Suddenly, the young man bent down and, through the delicate rose, gently kissed the Sleeping Beauty's lips with his rosy lips.

In an instant, time stood still, and the wind stopped breathing.

This kiss lacked any romantic undertones; it only contained an overwhelming and intense longing.

"Zhizhi." A deep, mellow voice sighed softly, "Don't keep me waiting too long."

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Ting's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Perhaps because she had just woken up, a thin layer of mist lingered in her amber eyes.

Yan Ting stood there for three seconds before belatedly realizing that she had actually fallen asleep in someone else's house.

"woke up."

Frustrated, Yan Ting instinctively looked up after hearing the sound.

She saw Chen Xiao, sporting a freshly made-up hairstyle, looking at her with a half-smile.

His fingertips were twirling a rose he had picked up from who-knows-where.

Yan Ting looked at him, a hint of amazement flashing in her amber eyes.

I thought that Mr. Chen's pink hair would at most make him look good, but it wouldn't be particularly stunning either.

Surprisingly, Chen Xiao managed to pull off pink hair color, which is often considered flashy, exceptionally well.

The pink that Yanting dyed Chen Xiao's hair wasn't a highly saturated pure pink, but rather one with a touch of cool blue-gray tones. Paired with his flamboyant and striking appearance, it created a rebellious beauty that complemented each other perfectly.

What amazed Yanting the most was that if this pink color were dyed well, it would have a manga/anime feel, but Chen Xiao's innate elegance suppressed that feeling.

"I'm so sorry." Yan Ting stood up from in front of the stone pillar and said in a restrained and gentle tone, "I accidentally fell asleep just now."

Seeing her meek and submissive demeanor, Chen Xiao didn't delve into the question further. Instead, he asked in return, "Does it look good?"

what?

Yan Ting was stunned for a moment.

She then realized that the other person was asking her if the color looked good.

Yanting had no choice but to rack her brains for words to praise Mr. Chen, but in the end she could only utter two dry words: "Beautiful."

What a powerless and pale vocabulary!

Clearly, upon hearing this answer, Chen Xiao raised an eyebrow and said in a casual tone in his mellow voice, "Then it seems it won't look good."

"No," Yan Ting retorted instinctively, "He's very handsome, more handsome than any man I've ever seen."

Upon hearing this, the young man's delicate eyes immediately curved into a smile, and the corners of his lips curved into a carefree arc.

"I can rest assured that."

Yanting, belatedly realizing the situation: "..."

However, the words have already been spoken and cannot be taken back.

Moreover, what Yan Ting just said wasn't too exaggerated. Although wealthy people in this society all dress up and take care of their health, especially the sons of the powerful and wealthy in the elite circles, very few of them are ugly. Even Lu Huai is a highly sought-after prize by many young ladies from prominent families.

However, there is no doubt that Mr. Chen's appearance is uniquely stunning. While others may cluster together in a certain style, he stands out as uniquely beautiful in his own field.

Yan Ting considered herself to have a high degree of self-control when it came to beautiful women, but once she looked into Chen Xiao's phoenix eyes for too long, she felt a sense of being drawn in and unable to resist.