I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

When the stage lights were turned on, many people exclaimed when they saw the young girl appearing in the prop cage on the stage, not knowing what the situation was.

A private concert hall with hundreds of people, they came to listen to the performance of the talented pianist Cheng Hao.

Jiang Chacha only felt that her eyes were almost blind.

She seemed to realize where she was...

She is on stage.

Soon, she heard the sound of the cage door being closed.

She grabbed the iron rod with both hands, her voice became cold, obviously angry, "Master Cheng."

"Where are you?"

"What are you doing again?"

He wouldn't let her face be exposed to everyone's eyes today, would he?
She was shaking with anger.

"Master Cheng, are you taking revenge on me?"

She was angry because she kept saying "Master Cheng", how alienated she was.

Standing outside the cage, Cheng Hao covered his lips and coughed, then smiled, "Why am I willing to let my sister be exposed to the camera?"

Jiang Chacha soon felt that her hand was wrapped in his warm palm.

Full of appeasement.

Even if she couldn't see anything, Jiang Chacha could feel him getting closer to her, because she could smell the slightly bitter smell of Chinese medicine on his body.

That is a distance that can be kissed as long as he lowers his head.

But Jiang Chacha didn't know.

Feeling his approach, she moved her head and moved towards his direction.

Cheng Hao felt her red lips gently rubbing against his face, but the girl in front of her didn't know it at all, she frowned, a little anxious if she couldn't get the truth.

Cheng Mo stared at her.

He lowered his head, in front of everyone, playing with her fingers carelessly.

"How can I be willing to let others see my sister's face?"

My sister is so beautiful.

He will be jealous.

A trace of violence flashed in Cheng Hao's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, he reached out and straightened the pink ribbon on her eyes to prevent it from falling off.

With his words, Jiang Chacha's mood gradually settled down.

She squeezed his hand suddenly.

Cheng Hao looked at her.

"Add money!!"

Compensate her for mental damage!
She rarely initiates physical contact.

Now a limp finger of hers hooked several of his fingers.

Cheng Hao's fingers curled up subconsciously, and he quickly retracted his hand and hid it under his sleeve.

He turned his eyes, "Okay."

Before he was about to leave, he suddenly turned sideways, his eyes were black and blue, and he looked at her for a long time.

Being so close, Jiang Chacha could feel his sight even if he couldn't see it.

"what?"

"I make a lot of money, and you can spend it as you like."

spend whatever you want.

After Cheng Hao finished speaking, the fingers under the sleeves continued to curl up, and he walked away quickly without saying a word.

When Cheng Hao sat in front of and behind the piano, the auditorium fell silent.

In a piece of tranquility.

Cheng Hao pressed his fingers on the keys.

Jiang Chacha finally knew the usefulness of her model.

The tune that flows out from Cheng Hao's fingers seems to be the inner monologue of a caged girl.

Layers of depressing lace skirts symbolize the pink color scheme of the doll, and the transparent bow tie socks on the legs symbolize the bondage of the girl's body, and the pink ribbons on the eyes make her look like a person who is at the mercy of others dolls.

The black and cold cage, the weak and slender beautiful girl, this scene stimulates people's attention.

He used the piano to play the helplessness, struggle, resistance, and numbness of the caged girl, until he ended his life coldly.

It was an auditory enjoyment, but also a visual feast.

After the song was played, there was a tidal wave of applause, which lasted for a full minute.

Jiang Chacha, who was sitting in the cage, soon heard the sound of the iron door being opened.

She whispered, "Can you let me go?"

Her butt was numb from sitting.

Cheng Hao's new song really shocked her.

She stretched out her hand, but missed his arm.

There was a puzzled look on her face.

In the darkness, she heard the rustling of his clothes.

She felt his warm breath on her face.

Cheng Hao's black eyeballs reflected her figure.

"The show isn't over yet."

There was another slap, and the originally dark stage only shone a beam of light on the top of the cage, that is, above their heads.

Then, this noble boy who was so beautiful that even angels were jealous lowered his eyes, leaned over and kissed him.