The VJs have suffered setbacks one after another and have begun to question their existence. While other VJs are very busy with their shows, they work sporadically and seem to be... like unemployed bums.
But looking at the extra wages in their accounts every day, which are real money, they want to work and find a sense of security, but they just can't find it, sob sob.
They then arrived at Thinking of the Distant Courtyard.
The big-name actor should be easy to talk to, right? He'll let them in, won't he?
Until we reached the door...
They've started to question the meaning of life.
The lead VJ timidly spoke up, "Bodyguards, please have mercy! Let us install a camera..."
The bodyguard shook his head and politely informed them, "I'm sorry, the two young masters inside are busy and will not be broadcasting for the time being."
[Hahaha... Really, really not scripted?]
[If I hadn't heard the photographer's pleading tone, I would have really suspected this was scripted.]
[Are we acting? Is this a reality show? This is clearly a courtyard full of "armed" guards.]
[Wow, that bodyguard is so tall and imposing! I want one!]
[Waaaaah, I'm so hungry! Whose bodyguard is this? A lawyer's, or an actor's?]
[I got it! Today's dating reality show theme is bodyguards! Hehe]
Thinking of the Distant Courtyard
The study on the second floor was so quiet you could hear someone breathing; the dim light flickered occasionally.
The man, wearing a white shirt with leather shoulder straps and black trousers, was blindfolded with a black cloth strip and tied to a chair, his long, slender legs straddling the floor.
Several buttons on his collar had popped off from being torn open, revealing his well-defined pectoral muscles, which were rising and falling noticeably. His cold, chiseled profile appeared deep, mysterious, and exuding an air of asceticism in the dim light.
Even with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his sharp and aloof aura remained impossible to ignore.
"Beg me, and I'll let you go..." Standing in front of him was a man with reddish-brown eyelashes. The man's voice was playful and provocative.
"Hmph, is this the only despicable trick you Wolf Eagle can pull?" The man with a blindfold over his eyes spoke in a deep voice, laced with contempt and disdain.
"I don't care, since you've fallen into my trap... you're mine now. Our boss said that all the prey we catch belongs to us, so you're mine now~" He leaned down and lifted the man's chin, speaking with a playful and happy tone, before finally blowing a breath into the man's ear.
"Oh my, I haven't seen a man as sexy as you in ages. To be honest, ever since I saw you in Underground Roland, I've been smitten with you at first sight... So, how about it, Luosa, come with me?"
"Don't even think about it... I have a fiancé at home, please show some respect!" the man cursed through gritted teeth.
"No problem, I'll just bring your fiancé over too, so you can all be together, how about that?" He paused, then smiled and said, "What kind of fiancé do you want? A full-length one, or one divided into several parts?"
"No! Don't touch him..." The blindfolded man's voice became hoarse; in that instant, his heart was filled with panic.
"If I don't touch him, can I touch you? Lord Luosa, Chairman of the Starlight Group."
The boy lowered his chin, gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, licked the blood off his fingers, and grinned from ear to ear. His reddish-brown eyelashes blinked, his eyes filled with excitement and madness.