bioinnovel Chapter 21 Backstage Dressing Room: The Queen Locked the Door!
Chapter 21 Backstage Dressing Room: The Queen Locked the Door!
The cacophony of noise still reverberated in our ears.
That was the sound wave created by thousands of people shouting at the same time, passionate, even a little scalding.
Zhang Yan stood in the shadows at the edge of the stage, his brows slightly furrowed.
He didn't enjoy being the center of attention.
He prefers the bubbling sound of water simmering in the kitchen to the spotlight and the adoration of the public.
Turn your head to the side.
The woman who had just spent a whole building on him was leaning back in her chair.
A smile played on her lips, her gaze hooked onto him like a hook, carrying the pleasure of admiring a private collection.
Helpless, Zhang Yan withdrew his hand.
"I'm going to change my clothes."
After saying that, he turned and walked towards the backstage corridor.
Nie Qingcheng did not stop him from behind.
She simply watched the boy's tall but slightly hurried back, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes.
run?
In this Jinghai City, no one has ever escaped from Nie Qingcheng's grasp.
……
The backstage corridor was narrow and cramped.
Zhang Yan had just turned the corner when he was blocked.
"Zhang Yan, junior! I'm a third-year music major. Let's exchange contact information!"
"My idol! How did you practice that octave jump? Can you teach me?"
"Brother Yan! Are you free tonight? I'll treat you to a late-night snack!"
Dozens of girls instantly filled the passageway to the brim.
The scents of various cheap perfumes mixed with the smell of cosmetics fermented in this poorly ventilated space, making Zhang Yan's temples throb.
Countless phone screens displaying QR codes were like mirrors, almost poking him in the nose.
enthusiasm?
No, this is a hunt.
Zhang Yan had lived for eighteen years, and for the first time, he felt like a piece of fresh meat that had fallen into a pack of wolves.
He tried to squeeze through sideways, but found himself surrounded by soft limbs, with nowhere to put his feet.
"Excuse me, may I pass?"
The sound was barely out of her mouth when it was swallowed up by a cacophony of screams.
Zhang Yan's patience was about to run out.
Just as he was considering whether to use the fighting footwork rewarded by the system to forcefully carve out a bloody path.
The noise stopped.
Like a duck whose neck has been choked, the noise at the end of the corridor came to an abrupt halt.
This deathly silence spread inward at an alarming rate.
The girls, who had been desperately pushing forward, seemed to sense the arrival of some nemesis.
The excitement on their faces quickly faded, replaced by a sense of panic called "feeling ashamed of themselves".
The crowd parted to both sides like a tide.
A road appeared out of nowhere.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey.
The sound of high heels clicking on the floor tiles was crisp and rhythmic.
Not in a hurry, not slowly.
Nie Qingcheng walked slowly with two bodyguards in black.
She didn't even glance at the girls on either side of her.
Those narrow, fox-like eyes remained fixed on the boy surrounded in the center from beginning to end.
It was an absolute, unquestionable possessiveness.
As if silently declaring:
This piece of meat is mine.
Whoever moves, dies.
The girls who were practically glued to Zhang Yan just moments ago were now so frightened that they hid their phones behind their backs, heads bowed, barely daring to breathe.
That's what aura is.
The bloodline dominance of apex predators over herbivores.
Nie Qingcheng walked up to Zhang Yan and stopped.
They are very close.
Zhang Yan was so close that he could smell the cool, woody scent emanating from her, which instantly dispelled the vulgar, powdery smell around them.
She raised her hand.
Her fingertips gently brushed against Zhang Yan's collar, straightening the tie that had been straight but had been slightly askew by the crowd.
His movements were slow and deliberate, as if he were polishing his own crown.
"Let's go."
Her red lips parted slightly, her voice not loud, yet it exuded a cold and aloof beauty that made one's knees go weak.
After saying that, he turned around.
Zhang Yan felt as if he had been granted a pardon and immediately followed.
The two walked one after the other through the deathly silent crowd toward the VIP dressing room deep in the corridor.
The two bodyguards turned around expressionlessly and stood at the door like two black iron gatekeepers.
All sights and all prying were kept out.
……
"Bang."
The heavy solid wood door was pushed open.
Followed by.
"Click".
The sound of the door lock clicking shut was particularly crisp in the enclosed space.
The world is finally quiet.
Zhang Yan loosened his tie and turned to get the casual clothes hanging on the coat rack.
"Those girls were pretty enthusiastic, weren't they?"
A soft laugh came from behind.
Zhang Yan paused, about to turn around and explain.
A warm breath was already pressed against me.
He instinctively stepped back.
My back slammed against the cold wall.
There was no way to retreat.
A slender yet strong arm, carrying a fragrant breeze, braced itself against the wall beside his ear.
Boom!
Zhang Yan was stunned.
A wall slam?
Or was it a woman?
He was forced to look up.
In my line of sight, Nie Qingcheng's face, so beautiful it could cause a catastrophe, was magnified infinitely.
She leaned slightly forward, the neckline of her silk shirt was a little low, and the expensive diamond necklace swayed between her collarbones, dazzling the eye.
A few strands of long hair fell down, brushing against Zhang Yan's cheeks, tickling him like ants crawling on his face.
"What are you hiding from?"
Nie Qingcheng squinted, and the beauty mark at the corner of her eye looked almost bewitching under the light.
"Weren't you being quite arrogant on stage just now?"
"What, you turn into a little lamb once you step off the stage?"
Her voice was low and had a unique magnetic quality, like a feather gently tickling the heart.
Zhang Yan's Adam's apple bobbed.
He wanted to speak, but found his throat was a little dry.
"Mr. Nie, this is the dressing room..."
"Call her Sister Qingcheng."
Nie Qingcheng interrupted him.
She raised her other hand, her icy fingertips landing precisely on the man's Adam's apple.
There, the air was swirling slightly with tension.
Gently rub with your fingertips.
The sensation was like a cold snake, slithering down along the skin's texture.
clavicle.
Chest.
Finally, it stopped on the first button of the suit.
"His piano playing is masterful, his cooking is state banquet caliber, and he even knows traditional massage techniques..."
Nie Qingcheng's fingers traced circles on his chest, her nails lightly brushing against his skin through the fabric of his shirt.
Each strike carries an electric current.
"Little brother, how many surprises are you hiding that your older sister doesn't know about?"
Zhang Yan tensed up, trying to suppress the restless fire within him.
But he's a normal man.
It would be crazy not to react to such an aggressive provocation from such a stunning woman.
Watching the blush quickly spread across the boy's ears, and his eyes that tried so hard to remain clear-headed yet couldn't hide his panic.
Nie Qingcheng smiled.
She won.
She had won countless times in the business world, but none of them had given her the same sense of accomplishment as this time.
She slowly moved closer.
His warm breath sprayed onto Zhang Yan's sensitive earlobe, raising goosebumps.
His red lips almost touched his earlobe.
Her breath was as fragrant as orchids.
"You did a great job today, you made your sister proud."
"go home……"
"Your sister will give you a reward."