I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Chapter 347: The Scumbag Who Deludes Himself into 3 Folding in a Fantasy Story (17)

When Xiao Yu was about to use his demonic powers to protect himself, he saw that the person he bumped into was Ye Zhao and screamed inwardly.

Because of this hesitation, the demonic power was not used.

Someone supported Ye Zhao in time and he was not seriously injured.

Xiao Yu remembered that he was transformed into a woman and could not reveal any flaws, so he could only leave it to fate.

But he did not fall to the ground as expected, but instead fell into an embrace as warm and cool as jade, and the fragrance that came to his face enveloped him tightly.

The hands around my waist felt like they were carrying an electric current, making me feel numb and tingling.

Xiao Yu stared blankly at the swan-like neck exposed to the air, a strand of hair fluttering in the wind and brushing against his face.

As if possessed by some mysterious force, he did a particularly stupid move. He used both hands to grab the piece of hair, looking more serious than ever before.

It was clearly a strand of hair, but it felt like he was holding a firefly and refused to let it fly away no matter what.

Ye Zhao saw it all and couldn't understand it.

After he stood firm, he let go and took a step back.

Because of this, the hair that Xiao Yu was holding in his hand slipped away like a fish, leaving no trace.

The fragrance flies away like a butterfly.

His expression changed and he subconsciously chased after it, but almost bumped into a hand.

Her fingers are like scallion roots, her skin is as white as jade, and the blood vessels inside are clearly visible.

Her fingertips were red as she pinched a bundle of kite string.

"Take it." Ye Zhao was unhappy. "Why don't you just sit there and do nothing? How long do you want me to get it for you?"

To those who heard this sound, it was as pleasant as the sound of ice jade knocking against each other, but Xiao Yu felt as if he had fallen from heaven to hell in an instant, and all his fantasies were gone.

He quickly bowed his head.

Mo Zhu, who had been stunned for a long time, suddenly woke up as if from a dream and did as he was told.

Ye Zhao generously waived their gift.

"My lord, this eagle kite is as tall and majestic as you, soaring in the vast sky. I will give it to you. Would you like to play with it?"

Xiao Yu didn't take back the bundle of kite string for a long time, but instead offered it to someone else.

Ye Zhao was not interested. He looked at the kite flying high in the sky, which seemed to be struggling and resisting.

He thought, "It's obviously an eagle longing for freedom, it shouldn't be painted on a kite."

You shouldn't be stuck on a kite.

"It belongs to the wind, it belongs to freedom. It can land wherever it wants. Why should it be bound by strings, controlled, and unable to fly far?"

"Your Majesty..."

Xiao Yu was stunned.

If you like something, like this kite, you must hold it tightly in your hands to feel at ease. If you let go...

Forget it, why bother talking about it in such a profound way?

I don't understand a single word.

Is this the occasional sadness and sentimentality that rich young men in the world feel?

Ye Zhao asked him, "What you said to this prince, is it true or not?"

"It's true."

After getting a satisfactory answer, Ye Zhao cut the kite string.

The kite that was freed felt like it had been redeemed. It flew into the wind, drifted with the current, and left them far behind.

When Xiao Yu tried to stop him, it was already too late and he had to give up.

Ye Zhao looked at him, feeling a little distressed and helpless. "This prince wants to ask you something."

Xiao Yu walked side by side with him, "Please speak."

Ye Zhao's wide sleeves brushed past the tea trees by the roadside. "There's someone I particularly care about, but he doesn't care about me. His attitude towards me is ambiguous and indifferent. What do you think I should do?"

Protagonist, can you understand what I am hinting at?

In the original plot, this is your part.

The scumbag wrote many letters and sent them to the prince, but the prince only replied with a few words.

Now Ancheng is suffering from drought, and the prince is busy resettling the victims, praying for rain, getting up early and going to bed late, and is so tired that he has no time to think.

I reply to letters I send out every two or three days.

In fact, no one would be so tolerant of their cousin's constant bombardment of information. The prince has done a very good job.

To put it bluntly, they are just relatives, and there should be a sense of boundaries. They are not lovers who have a sympathetic connection.

The scumbag treats the prince with the standards of a lover and demands that the prince treat him like a lover. He is doomed to die.

In short, the scumbag used this standard to measure that he was not enthusiastic enough, and tried to go a step further, shamelessly asking people around him for advice, and then to Xiao Yu.

Xiao Yu has always been smart. She can see through all the key points and mislead the scumbag.

After the prince lived a quiet life, he really alienated himself from him, which eventually laid the groundwork for the scumbag to do something desperate.

Thinking of this plot, Ye Zhao's expectant eyes were fixed on Xiao Yu.

However, when Xiao Yu heard his words with hidden implications, his left foot stepped on his right foot and he almost fell.

That’s not all. When he met his shining gaze, he swallowed and his breathing became difficult.

What, what’s going on?

Could it be that not seeing each other for a few days is a test to see if he is anxious or at a loss?

Who knew that he didn't react? The young master was too proud to let go and came here to pretend to meet by chance?

Are you asking this question to indirectly find out what he feels?

Oh my god!

Why is the little prince so cute?

In the past, it was obviously more ferocious than a tiger.

Now that I'm in love, even if there's a tiger in my heart, I'll start to smell the roses?

His cheeks were burning hot, Xiao Yu twisted his hands together, and felt very shy.

"actually……"

Ye Zhao leaned closer to him, his face glowing white in the sunlight, revealing a bewitching aura. "What?"

Xiao Yu panicked and looked away.

Without forgetting the purpose of his coming here, he weighed the pros and cons and chose to seek the benefits and avoid the harm.

"Actually, Your Highness, have you ever thought that sometimes the more enthusiastic you are, the further you push people away?" Xiao Yu talked nonsense.

Ye Zhao pondered, "So what do you mean?"

"That man doesn't take the prince seriously. Why don't you beat him up and find someone else to like?"

Ye Zhao shook his head in objection, "No, this prince is unwilling to do that."

Realizing that he had let the cat out of the bag, his eyes wandered.

Xiao Yu's heart was filled with ripples.

If he were in his original form now, he would have twisted his branches and leaves and bloomed the most beautiful petals.

"...Then, does he have to be the prince?" he tested.

Ye Zhao nodded heavily.

Xiao Yu was secretly delighted.

The eyes are curved like crescent moons.

When he saw it, he immediately restrained himself.

"Then why don't you try to do the opposite, Prince." Never mind, it's not impossible for him to take a step back.

Ye Zhao suddenly perked up, "Hmm?"

"You disturb him every day, which must be annoying him. If you suddenly go against your usual behavior and ignore him, will he care?" Xiao Yu coaxed, lying with open eyes, "If he cares, he will definitely worry and regret it, and come to you crying and begging you, saying that he can't live without you."

Ye Zhao's eyes turned cold.

This is called playing hard to get, right?

He had heard it more than once.

I don't believe you, you are so bad.

The prince really doesn't care whether the scumbag pays attention to him or not. That's the fact.

You keep fooling around, and then you keep fooling around.

Xiao Yu noticed it and was startled, thinking that he had seen through his sinister intentions.

"Xiao Yu, don't you just want me to stay away from him? Dream on!" The obsession that was hard to let go gnawed at Ye Zhao's heart, and he kicked him in the knee, "I hate you, you liar!"

Just like the original novel yelled that line, he turned around and left.

Xiao Yu was upset.

Without saying a word, he chased after him and followed him all the way to his Nian Yi Pavilion, but was isolated outside the door.

"Your Majesty?"

"Open the door!"

I knocked on the door a few times and heard the sounds of someone cleaning the table and smashing things, but no response.

Xiao Yu leaned dejectedly against the door. Does the young master like him so much?

I remembered what Mo Zhu said before, that the young master had liked the prince before and tried to test the waters, but was rejected. He locked himself in the room and refused to eat or drink for several days, and then fell seriously ill.

Now that he likes me and is rejected, how can he bear it?