Forcing Me to Be Reborn?!
Chapter 446 - 364 ’Illustrator

Chapter 446: Chapter 364 ’Illustrator

This was Cheng Zhu’s first time seeing Hu Yan without her black-framed glasses.

Her black frames were so large, they nearly covered half her face, and the lenses were also very thick, indicating her prescription must be quite high.

She naturally liked to slightly hunch her body and hang her head low; coupled with such a pair of glasses, sometimes it made it difficult to clearly see her face.

It gave one the impression that the glasses were truly a part of her...

Suddenly, Cheng Zhu reached out and removed her glasses, causing her not only surprise but also an inexplicable acceleration of her heartbeat.

In a way, this also counted as a form of indirect physical contact.

After Cheng Zhu removed her glasses, he said, "Now look, doesn’t it resemble," which was like a bomb going off in the cramped living room.

The previously awkward atmosphere seemed to ignite at that moment!

Being consumed utterly, yet the temperature kept climbing!

More importantly, with her severe nearsightedness, after losing her glasses, everything before her began to blur.

At that moment, the world no longer seemed clear, and her otherwise pretty eyes also revealed a sense of haziness.

Did the female lead in the manga resemble the glasses-wearing illustrator Hu Yan?

Their figures were almost identical, but the face wasn’t quite the same.

But what if the glasses were removed?

Then, indeed, it did somewhat resemble her again.

That was just self-deception.

"Boss, I... you... I..." she began to lose coherence in her speech.

Die, I should just die.

Drawing the boss as the male lead, I could still argue a bit.

With the female lead having so many of my own features, there’s really no excuse.

What was more fatal was the next moment when she heard a certain man’s chuckle.

"Ah, so you have a tiny tear mole at the corner of your eye, let me see if this female character in the drawing has one too..."

"Boss, stop! There isn’t one!" The glasses-less Hu Yan began to frantically reach for the tablet.

She drew the picture, so she naturally knew whether it was there.

It definitely was!

It matched "human-comic unity" down to such fine details, leaving absolutely no room for excuses.

During the struggle, Cheng Zhu was left speechless by her actions.

Without her glasses, she was nearly as helpless as a blind person, her nails nearly scratching Cheng Zhu’s face unintentionally.

Boy, can’t leave any marks on the face!

He dodged to the side, but his shoulder ended up knocking her onto the sofa.

The mortified Hu Yan still tried to grab for it.

That tear mole was fatal evidence!

Cheng Zhu, feeling helpless, simply stretched out his large hand, grabbed both her wrists, and firmly restrained her.

Even through her thick sweater, he could feel a soft sensation.

Hu Yan’s slightly chubby physique gave off an impression of tenderness throughout her body.

Physical characteristics vary from person to person; some people’s flesh feels naturally softer, others naturally harder.

The difference in touch was significant.

Clearly, Hu Yan was definitely the former, and from this former category, she was the champion!

She truly gave off an all-around "woman made of water" vibe.

Lying on the sofa with her hands tightly restrained by Cheng Zhu, she blushed even more intensely at that instant.

Hu Yan’s mind went blank, her plump thighs tightly squeezed together and trembling slightly.

This ambiguous experience between a man and a woman was something she had never encountered before.

All the theoretical knowledge seen online, the countless videos and comics browsed, were useless at that moment.

Virtual is virtual, real is real!

Everything you imagine and everything real always had discrepancies.

Suddenly, she felt as if she had no strength in her body, just like a lump of mud collapsed on the sofa.

Her eyes became increasingly unfocused, and she felt a sensation of breathlessness.

Her nose seemed to feel suffocated, and instinctively, she slightly parted her plump lips to "self-rescue" through oral breathing.

Hu Yan’s hands were slightly clenched, now resting on her abdomen.

This also meant that Cheng Zhu’s large hands, which held her wrists, were also resting on her now flat abdomen.

The loose-fitting sweater was thick, even lined with fleece inside, making it sufficient on its own indoors.

Despite the thick clothes, and although her body was alarmingly warm, she had a very unscientific delusion, thinking, "The boss’s hand feels so warm!"

So, was it Cheng Zhu’s hand that was warm?

The dog of a man watching the scene unfurl found it increasingly amusing.

The continuous drizzle outside seemed to have grown a bit stronger at that moment.

Rain tapped against the glass windows of Hu Yan’s home, producing a series of comforting rain sounds.

The rain got heavier and heavier...

Cheng Zhu no longer controlled Hu Yan’s wrists with both hands.

He shifted to tightly holding her hands together with one hand.

The moment their palms touched, Hu Yan’s inherently sensual physique even reddened further.

Cheng Zhu kept holding her hands like that and then lifted them.

This made her lie there, her arms raised high, above her own head, and Cheng Zhu firmly pinned them down on the sofa.

The dog of a man picked up the tablet with his right hand at that moment, placed it on the sofa cushion, and also... directly next to her face!

Indeed, he boldly compared it right next to her face!