It Turns out that I am Beautiful and Miserable [Quick Transmigration]

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Immediately afterwards, he saw the other party hesitate for two seconds, and approached him mysteriously: "I have tattoos."

1101 who waited for melon for a long time: "That's it?"

It had already scanned it when it was researching why Gu Cong was able to calm down the host's mental fluctuations.

In the country where he lost his parents successively, tattoos are not uncommon, but when he saw Gu Cong's appearance of sharing secrets with him, Xi Ye still acted quite cooperatively in surprise, and stretched out his hands: "Where is it?"

Gu Cong was a little confused by being pulled.

He didn't know where the young man saw that his tattoo was hidden near his shoulder, but subconsciously, he tightly grasped Xi Ye's hand.

"It's not resistance, it's not fear." Afraid that the other party would misunderstand him, Gu Cong blinked in panic, "I'm just a little nervous."

Fans who have watched Orange TV's talent show know that although he is outgoing, he actually has clear boundaries. Even in front of the camera, he seldom hooks up with people. For this reason, he was scolded for being fake and cheerful.

Of course Xi Ye knew what the other party was telling the truth.

Because the heart that his palm was forced to stick to was about to jump out.

Moreover, Gu Cong's eyes can't lie at all, he only guessed the direction of the tattoo by relying on the small movements of the other's eyes.

Raising his eyebrows, Xi Ye originally intended to let Gu Cong relax and stop making trouble, but the other party obviously misunderstood his meaning, like a big dog that moved at every command, he obediently slapped his "paws", and only missed putting his hands behind his back.

Kind of cute.

The red ears are a bit cute, and the appearance of being easy to bully in front of him is also a bit cute.

The finger that was about to withdraw turned a corner, Xi Ye pulled Gu Cong's collar, looked inward: "Hmm... is it a whirlpool?"

The pure black, dim, and very messy lines are completely incompatible with Gu Cong's overall impression. The oblique position below the collarbone is as close to the heart as possible.

"Well, I was born with something similar to a birthmark, so I let go of my imagination and played around with it. I usually cover it with waterproof concealer, which saves a lot of mosaics in the later stage."

Stretching out his hand and pushing Xi Ye's fingertips tentatively, Gu Cong smiled with his eyes bent, his pupils shining brightly: "Look, there is still gold."

It does have a touch of gold.

Hiding under the vortex, or line, of chaos.

For no reason, he felt that this image was very pleasing to him, so Xi Ye touched it carefully: "Well, it's very beautiful."

Visible to the naked eye, the muscles under his fingertips tensed up.

Hard, like a rock.

"I'm boasting about tattoos." I don't know why I have to explain this sentence, Xi Ye suddenly let go, took a sip of wine: "Put on your clothes."

1101: "Do you know that you sound like a scumbag?"

Obviously you picked it up yourself.

However, Gu Cong, who was "scumbag" by his own host, didn't realize it. He not only obediently adjusted his appearance, but also ensured that the can of wine that Xi Ye took for Xi Ye was not spilled.