Quick Travel: Please hold on to the villain Black Moonlight script

Wen Ci paused with his fingers. Zhao Xuan's question came too suddenly and without any foreshadowing.

Zhao Xuan seemed to think that the impact he had given Wen Ci was not big enough, and then came another bombshell.

z: Do you mind having multiple boyfriends?

If the previous question can barely explain that Zhao Xuan is just curious, then this question...

Zhao Xuan's "wolf ambition" is simply undisguised.

Wen Ci's eyes stayed on Zhao Xuan's second question for a few seconds before he replied.

w: I mind.

Zhao Xuan didn't expect to wait for such an answer. He sent a WeChat message confidently. Perhaps it was because he and Chu Ge had grown old hand in hand in no less than ten small worlds, so he subconsciously thought that the two of them should be together...

But in fact, nothing is certain. There are more unknowns and uncertainties in this world.

Wen Ci's answer caught him off guard and gave him...a sense of crisis.

In fact, during this process, his feelings for Chu Ge deepened little by little, and he thought that he would always have the upper hand and dominate.

But when Chu Ge was not sure, and maybe even... didn't want to be with him, Zhao Xuan had to admit that he panicked a little.

So much so that he didn't panic when faced with the threat of death during the game, but when faced with Wen Ci's three words, he was so panicked that he didn't even want to answer.

z: Why?You don't like men?

Wen Ci unconsciously typed a line of characters with his fingers. When he looked at his handwriting carefully, he found that...the whole line of words was actually Zhao Xuan's name.

This made him almost instinctively delete the entire line.

After hesitating for a moment, Wen Ci turned to look at the paintings he had hung in the room.

Those paintings are very abstract. Judging from the content of the paintings, they are bloody, violent, and dark. These emotions make people feel very uncomfortable.

Several paintings are related to blood, and one of them is of a man, but this man seems to have two different faces, half of his face is extremely dark, and the other half is like an angel.

Behind the dark half face were countless hands. Those hands stretched out from the pool of bright red blood, and several of them were about to climb onto his shoulders and thighs.

Looking at these movements, one can guess that those hands want to pull him in.

On the other side is a quiet paradise, clean and comfortable just looking at it.

Wen Ci's eyes stayed on this most contradictory painting for a long time, then he looked away, and it took a few minutes before he typed out a sentence.

During this process, Zhao Xuan seemed to have been disturbed by those three words Wen Ci, and he kept sending messages in confusion.

z: In fact, many people in this world don’t know their true sexual orientation at first.

z: Don't be so hasty to refuse. You can calm down and think about it carefully. Maybe... you can accept it?

z: Of course, you don’t have to feel any psychological burden. It’s okay if you don’t want to fall in love.

After Zhao Xuan read his inconsistent words, he withdrew the last message within two seconds of sending it.

What is said.

He scratched the bangs in front of his forehead in annoyance. The bangs were messed up, but it did not affect his handsomeness at all.

It's just a bunch of nonsense.

After Wen Ci read the message, he even read the retracted sentence. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and a real smile appeared in his eyes.

w: I mind that person is not you.

Zhao Xuan thought Wen Ci would no longer answer him, but when he said this, he almost thought he was dazzled.

Almost reflexively, I sat up, holding my phone, and stared at that sentence for a few seconds before I was sure... I was dazzled.

z: Wen Ci, I like you more than I thought. I want to be your boyfriend for life.

He felt sorry for Wen Ci's disability, and he felt sorry for what he said in the calmest tone in the game. Once a person is different from others, he will be ignored, bullied, and finally violent.

Zhao Xuan felt at that time that Wen Ci might have a distressing past, but after all, he was in the mission world and it was not easy for him to go into details.

Thinking about it now, the problems with his ears and hands should have exposed him to the greatest malice of human nature.

Wen Ci didn't answer until he reached this point. He stared at Zhao Xuan's confession on the screen and didn't reply.

There seemed to be a lot of sounds in his ears. Even though he had stopped hearing people after he was seven years old, those sounds seemed to be everywhere.

Your dad doesn't like you, you're a monster.

My mother said that those who cannot hear are weirdos and disabled losers!

A loser still wants to have friends and study. Are you kidding me?I haven't woken up from the dream.

If your ears can't hear and your hands are broken, you're a waste. Who would like you!

Those sounds reappeared, haunting him, like a nightmare, and like countless demonic hands that just wanted to pull him down to hell, constantly pulling him down.

Wen Ci stood up and took out the paintbrush from under the cabinet. He subconsciously wanted to paint a dark style painting like before, but for some reason when he actually put pen to paper, what he painted turned out to be...

A window, a tree outside, with sparse leaves on it.

A ray of sunlight actually passed through the leaves and reached the window.

A hand was gradually drawn on the window. Wen Ci... Before he finished the painting, what appeared in his mind was no longer the image of depravity in the darkness, but the face of Zhao Xuan that he never tire of and seemed to grow in the light. .

Zhao Xuan couldn't wait for Wen Ci's answer. Thinking of Wen Ci's tragic fate and disability in this world, he decisively brought up the topic first.

z: Are you free tomorrow?I don't have to work overtime tonight, so let's go out to have a meal and watch a movie together?

Wen Ci couldn't calm down and continue painting. After all, as soon as the outline of the hand appeared, what appeared in his mind was Zhao Xuan's face.

Under this situation, not only was he unable to continue painting, but he also glanced at the mobile phone placed aside from time to time.

As soon as the screen of the phone came on, Wen Ci picked up the phone to unlock it and read the message.

w: ah.

Although the answer was too concise, for Zhao Xuan, there was still a chance.

If you agree, there will be follow-up.

Zhao Xuan was really sleepy. The real life for several days during the mission lasted less than half an hour. This kind of time comparison consumes too much energy.

He said good night and fell asleep.

*

The next day, Zhao Xuan had breakfast with his grandparents and took a taxi back to the imperial capital very early.

He is now burdened with debts and cannot afford to take time off.

In this company now, he only has a base salary of [-] per month, and bonuses...the original owner rarely gets them.

He went to an ordinary university and has always been lacking in inspiration, making it difficult to design outstanding anime characters.

When Zhao Xuan arrived at the company, he walked in with one minute left before nine o'clock, and Quanqin kept it.

The original owner's design tasks were not heavy, the company was not large, and the projects he received were all ordinary. He had produced some pretty good anime character designs, but... they were all poached by his rivals.

Now that the company is in decline, the project it got this time is an animation adapted from a second-rate IP novel.

The original owner designed it for almost half a month, but it was always rejected and revised.