A short but long moment passed, and some restless thoughts surged layer by layer like increasingly dense bubbles under a film called silence.
Zhong Jiuyin held both sides of the mop bucket, and did not pull himself out, nor did she cover the rat's beating heart, but instead stuck out her tongue and licked her lips.
At that moment, Yan Cheng's gaze was like a gathering light source, tightly condensing on her lips.
Although his eyes are dim, he brings a strong sense of aggression.
It reminded her of the lighting lamp used when filming an advertisement that day. When the strong light illuminates, it emits a hot temperature, making her whole body feel hot.
Now that he was staring at him, it was like he was being crushed by some hot substance on his lips, and the heat quickly spread from his lips to his whole body.
She reacted, stopped the urge to lick her lower lip with the back of her hand.
Then he stared back at him, his eyes scrutinized.
"Oh," Zhong Jiuyin lowered her head, rubbed her hands tickling the back of her neck, and asked absent-mindedly, "Then have you heard the footsteps?"
Yan Cheng didn't seem to understand why she couldn't get up yet: "Why, can't you get up? Do you need my help?"
Yan Cheng: "..."
A good-looking person can make people's heart beat, but that's all. She was shocked when she met a real mouse, and her heart was also beaten?
Yan Cheng listened behind the door and held the handle in his hand: "It should be OK."
They squeezed tightly together and face to face, and their eyes would fall on the other person no matter how they turned, which was a bit embarrassing. Friends who were familiar with each other were unwilling to stick their eyes to their eyes, and those in other relationships would be even more so.
It's really kind to help.
Just now, it was like a mouse was jumping. Maybe, maybe, maybe it worked?
There is not much time left for them to be relatively speechless, and this is still on the show and I have to go out soon.
Also, why do you say this at this time?
Anyway, she is not the mainstay.
Although this matter cannot be said to be the advantage of whoever takes advantage of it.
It seems that she doesn't expect her to answer anything else.
As soon as he shuddered, all the skin exposed to the air had goose bumps.
After saying that, she looked at him proudly, and she was so proud that she was taking a bath in the basin.
She squinted her eyes and looked him up and down, and then unilaterally made the final conclusion of the accident just now, saying word by word:
The plot of "A man walked to a certain door" was probably already outside, and the inside and outside of the door was surprisingly quiet.
His eyes were condensed for a long time, and Zhong Jiuyin felt like he was thorny in the place he was staring at.
"No. Maybe it's past just now, but we didn't hear it."
Yan Cheng turned his head and looked at the door panel, listening to the movement outside and said, "After we came in, someone appeared in front of a door, which means the murderer should have been hidden alone, and the subsequent plot should be supplemented by the other two rooms.
The people who come to do it, maybe it will be us."
Even if it is really split, it cannot represent his true feelings now.
"I didn't deny that you were using a beauty trick."
Zhong Jiuyin was stunned and scratched her heart.
Before she could turn around and see if it was true or not, Yan Cheng's chest pressed towards her.
Yan Cheng: “…Why do you say that?”
Zhong Jiuyin stopped touching the back of her neck, looked at the cleaning tools beside her casually, and asked casually: "Then are we going out now?"
But Zhong Jiuyin only felt that others had withdrawn, but the feeling left was still firmly stuck to her.
Yan Cheng asked her: "Did that beauty trick disturb your thoughts?"
The space in this place is too small, and ordinary eye contact can make it a little special, let alone intentional.
"You didn't deny that you were the murderer." Zhong Jiuyin grabbed the loophole in his words and fought back.
It seems that he is the one who is taking advantage of it.
I was going to let her go, but I just pretended that this kiss had never happened, but she was going to say something about beauty tricks.
"I'm sorry, I..."
But his palm was just pressed tightly and he hadn't pushed it yet. Yan Cheng thought that her posture was unstable, so he gently supported her shoulder, leaving a sentence "Be careful", and then quickly retreated.
Zhong Jiuyin blinked and looked at the person in front of him.
When he spoke just now, his breath fell on the skin on the back of her neck. The cool breath that passed in an instant was so light that it could not be lighter, but it made the small piece of skin tighten instantly, and the numbness sensation spread throughout her body.
Then he got up by himself, kicked off the mop bucket, and stood face to face with him.
"Not to it," she said.
But halfway through his words, he heard Zhong Jiuyin say confidently: "You are the murderer, are you right?"
Zhong Jiuyin was still sitting in the dry bucket, her posture was not very elegant, but it did not delay her from giving directions to the country and waving her square momentum.
"It's OK now," he signaled.
As before, keep the most polite distance in a limited space.
How can this work? How can her stunning killer let others touch her hair? Isn’t this exposing the back of her fragile head to someone who knows her roots and doesn’t know her bottom?
Then he said, "I don't know which room the murderer passed by will come outside. We have to be prepared. Can we get up?"
She blinked again: "No."
Yan Cheng had predicted her answer, but it was not surprising that he nodded like a chat with an unfamiliar person: "That's a pity."
"But your hair seems to be stuck on the mop telescopic rod," he half-kneeled and suddenly approached, "Don't move for now, I'll pull your hair out."
Someone has to break this silent situation.
The viscous and hot atmosphere just now was so scattered by her words. He took a deep breath to keep his heart rate at normal levels, and then Wubo Wulan said:
"No need, you can't think that there won't be any impact on a good team."
Without waiting for a few words, Yan Cheng lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes covered his dark eyes, and his lips were pursed, and he felt a little fragile and disappointed.
Yan Cheng stared at her again.
But—
He deliberately restrained his breathing and his voice was also low, trying to make this happen as an accident that no one wanted to happen.
"You are using beauty tricks on me, trying to disrupt my mind and make the good guy team lose a mainstay."
He asked that question deliberately, and what he said now is a serious matter. Zhong Jiuyin unexpectedly glanced at him and held him to dry the bucket and answered him: "Yes."
They could only try to leave a gap between the two, one turned to the left and the other to the right, relying on serious conversations to reduce embarrassment, and also suppress other inappropriate ideas.
When they mentioned just now, both of them paused, and their eyes crossed in the dim air for a moment, and then quickly staggered.
She immediately put her hands on Yan Cheng's shoulders, ready to push him away vigorously.
The click of the door opening sounded, but he didn't pull it open immediately, but turned his head and whispered: "There are piles of shots outside, you go out behind me, just think... it was an accident, nothing happened.
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Zhong Jiuyin looked up at him, and his eyes seemed to be saying, "For your state, you can tell that something amazing has happened at first glance."
I didn't think there was anything, but my advice made me feel guilty that "the survivor was actually in the murderer's territory."
Zhong Jiuyin frowned and nodded, and then he opened the door with confidence.