Fanservice Paradox

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As soon as he walked over, he saw Pei Tingsong raise his head. Ling Yi was shocked. "Oh, why are you crying? It's fine if you didn't write it. Why are you crying?"

Pei Tingsong gritted his teeth. "I hit my leg …"

"I see, silly boy." Ling Yi smiled and patted him on the back. "It's good that it's not broken. Otherwise, it would affect our return."

"Cruel and unscrupulous."

Ling Yi grinned. "Yes, you're the big bad wolf from Siberia. I'm the cute chihuahua."

"You're amazing." Pei Tingsong rubbed his leg a few times and slowly put it down. Ling Yi led him to He Ziyan's workshop. He heard that the composer was also there.

Unexpectedly, as soon as Pei Tingsong entered the workshop, he saw Fang Juexia sitting next to He Ziyan. The two seemed to be discussing something. When they heard someone enter, they naturally looked up. However, the moment he saw Pei Tingsong, Fang Juexia lowered his head again.

This unnatural behavior reminded Pei Tingsong that he hadn't explained the misunderstanding to Fang Juexia.

Pei Tingsong coughed twice and walked over. "Well, Juexia Ge …"

"Eh?" Ling Yi's ears were sharp and she didn't hold back. "Why is Yao 'er so sweet today? You're calling him brother?"

He Ziyan also interrupted. "Did Juexia have something on Xiao Pei?"

Fang Juexia guessed that Pei Tingsong wanted him to hide the fact that he came out of the closet on WeChat. It seemed that no one knew. Although he didn't understand why Pei Tingsong would suddenly talk to him about such a private topic, he thought about it carefully. However, he thought about it carefully. Pei Tingsong grew up overseas and was used to being free and open. It was normal for him to awaken his self-awareness early.

Once the logic was self-consistent, Fang Juexia had successfully convinced himself.

Since he didn't tell anyone, it was better for him to lie and change the topic. With such a kind thought in mind, Fang Juexia said, "He's actually …"

He only managed to say four words when his mouth was suddenly covered. The culprit was Pei Tingsong, who was standing behind him.

"What is it?" Pei Tingsong put on a fake smile. "I'm a younger brother. A younger brother should be called elder brother."

He Ziyan laughed. "That's reasonable and irrefutable."

Ling Yi felt strange and wanted to stretch out her hand to pull Pei Tingsong's hand away, but Pei Tingsong held her hand tightly and refused to let go.

"Do you have any secrets that you haven't told us?" Ling Yi's face was full of suspicion. "Miss, remember to photoshop the whole set of Detective Conan for me. There's only one truth …"

"There's only one truth," Pei Tingsong interrupted her. "That is, we have a little secret that we don't want to tell you. Don't pry. You're not my favorite anymore, Ling Xiaoyi."

He Ziyan applauded. "Single bet, awesome."

Pei Tingsong let go of her hand, pulled a chair and sat in front of Fang Juexia. She raised her eyebrows at him, obviously warning him.

I didn't want to say anything. Fang Juexia felt that his words were unnecessary, so he didn't say anything. His skin was very white and very thin. Pei Tingsong's fingers left a red mark on his skin.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk …" Ling Yi walked in front of the camera with a sad face. She pretended to cry and snot. "This part must not be cut. Ling Yi is now a woman who has been abandoned. Now flood the bullet screen with comments. Pei Tingsong is a heartless man. Please give face to the abandoned woman! "