This round of kissing is another fascinating new technology.
Yan Cheng's breathing was like a tropical monsoon wandering on the surface of his skin, blowing from his cheek to his collarbone with her attention.
Zhong Jiuyin didn't care about whether the collar was tight or not, and her legs were a little soft.
Yan Cheng always had a hand holding her waist up. He noticed that she couldn't stand steadily, so he held her palm up. He seemed to be able to feel each other's body temperature through a layer of bathrobe.
His palm just matched the lines on her waist. His hands gently moved forward, and Zhong Jiuyin staggered and directly pressed into his arms.
"Oh." Just as I was about to continue kissing, Zhong Jiuyin suddenly screamed in a short voice.
Yan Cheng raised his head, saw her red collarbone, swallowed his throat and asked, "What?"
"The legs were cramped." She leaned against him, tiptoed and twitched, making her frown with discomfort.
"Cramp?" Yan Cheng supported her, and only dared to take her to the sofa after seeing her recovering. Then he squatted down in front of her, "Let's take a look."
They were so close that they couldn't stand it. Yan Cheng's voice was a little low. Zhong Jiuyin touched his throat and raised his left leg to show him.
The traces left by the car accident on the calf are still very obvious. You can imagine how terrible the things she experienced at the beginning.
"It may be a sequelae of the car accident. You still have to check it carefully. If your legs are not recovered, the consequences will be very serious." Yan Cheng frowned and said.
Zhong Jiuyin nodded: "I know, I'll wait until I have time..."
As soon as he heard it, Yan Cheng simply set the time for her: "Tomorrow, I will fly abroad on Wednesday. I still have time tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, so I can go with you."
...No, why is it imminent.
"I'll go by myself, don't bother you."
Yan Cheng looked up at her: "No trouble, what you should do. A boyfriend has many uses, not just a fully automatic kissing machine."
Zhong Jiuyin: “…”
Feeling connotated.
She kicked her feet, and Yan Cheng seemed to realize that he was still holding her legs. He paused and loosened, and covered the edge of the slid bathrobe on the leg again.
He asked again: "Are there any scars besides the calf?"
"There are still a little bit on your thighs and back. Why, you want to see?"
Yan Cheng: "If you don't mind."
Zhong Jiuyin narrowed her eyes and looked at him, trying to see the four words "ulterior motives" on his face.
"You really know how to pretend to be a gentleman."
Yan Cheng: "?"
"Actually, my original plan was to hook me up and take off my bathrobe? Caring warmly is just your means, and breaking through my defense is your ultimate goal."
Yan Cheng: "..."
He thundered his eyebrows and asked blankly, "What bedside readings have you read recently?"
"What are you asking about this? It's just a wonderful literary work."
"name."
"The Cold-faced Hero and the Romantic Pretty Widow."
"...You listen to it yourself. Is this suitable for a bedside reading?" The poison is almost the same.
Zhong Jiuyin disagreed with his prejudice: "Looking at people does not limit their appearance, reading books does not care about names. The content inside is just good. Alas, my legs are not uncomfortable, you can get up."
Yan Cheng stood up speechlessly, his eyes slashed through her wrist.
The wounds there are even more distressing than scars on the legs.
He wanted to say something, but he was afraid of poking her sad place, so he wanted to speak but stopped.
Zhong Jiuyin was always enjoying the service of the fully automatic kissing machine, and turned a blind eye to his desire to speak.
She glanced at the phone and calculated and asked, "When will you go back?"
Yan Cheng thought she had started driving people, so he pursed his lips and said coldly: "I can leave now."
"Don't? It's okay for young people to sleep for two hours less at night. It's okay to kiss for another two hours before going back."
It turns out that it is not about driving people, it is about eating people.
Yan Cheng felt relieved halfway through his breath, and accused himself of fearing that he hadn't been replaced by Stockholm syndrome, so he began to take the initiative to beautify what Zhong Jiuyin, the wild bastard, did.
"One hour, I'm going back in an hour." He compressed the time in half.
Zhong Jiuyin looked at him unhappily and pounced on him two seconds later.
"Okay, then hurry up."
Yan Cheng reached out to her and said, "I went back to my home five kilometers away in an hour. I won't be separated from you forever in an hour. Why are you anxious?"
"Of course, those who buy rice are faster than those who sell rice. How long can you kiss in an hour? Don't you know how seduced the tricks you use?"
"I don't know. Didn't you say you've kissed enough before, and you're tired of it?" Yan Cheng reiterated the old words.
Zhong Jiuyin: "Then didn't I reflect on it just now? I admit that I was too tired of it."
"So sooner or later I will get tired of it."
She was very pessimistic, and when she heard it, she was criticizing her. She quickly said, "Why should we put things in the future and feel uncomfortable now? Happy is a day, so that we can live our lives."
Yan Cheng wanted to ask her if the ephemeral creature only lived for one day, but she was actually right. This might be the way she survived the depression period.
So he changed to another question: "Is that the bedside reading more interesting, or is it more interesting to kiss me?"
Zhong Jiuyin understood, he was just holding his breath.
The conversation with her two days ago made him feel that he was not attractive enough, so today he had many tricks and vowed to make her realize that his charm is unparalleled.
"Of course it's you." She said, touching him with her hands.
Last time he opened the Adam's apple clavicle and abdominal muscles to her, and this time he opened the door to new kissing styles. I wonder if the two will be more interesting together.
Yan Cheng lowered his eyes and stared at her hand without stopping him. When she touched the Adam's apple, he also swallowed his throat in cooperation.
Yoyo Yoyo, it's amazing, Zhong Jiuyin's eyes are straight, and she condemned him for committing crimes with his beauty, and her fingers are still not forgotten to continue climbing upwards.
She was like he did just now, holding his face in his palm. Just as she was about to see which angle is suitable for kissing, Yan Cheng suddenly turned his head slightly and kissed her wrist.
There were several scars across it, either shallow or deep, and the newly healed flesh formed ugly bulges, which were not very good-looking.
He kissed piously, his lowered eyelashes trembled slightly, and his lips pressed on them for a while before leaving.
Zhong Jiuyin lost his voice, looking at his face close to Chi Chi, the thoughts in his mind disappeared like a flood receding, and his heartbeat was like a water pump that was raising momentum, and began to accelerate.
She had the illusion of being worshipped by the temple, and she was trembling with his behavior.
"you…"
"I wanted to ask about this several times, but I was afraid that it would make you uncomfortable. At the beginning... it was uncomfortable?"
Zhong Jiuyin's eyes suddenly felt sore after some reason.
"It's fine...well, it's not really good."
Maybe no one asked her like this before, and the original owner's emotions remained in her memory, making her cry reflexively.
She swallowed hard, trying to suppress the strange emotions. Yan Cheng stroked her face, rubbed the tears from her eyelashes, and asked softly: "Did you have no friends or family members by your side at that time?"
The more you care, the less you can’t hold back your emotions.
She felt that her physical reaction was no longer controlled. She shook her head and tears flowed down her cheeks, her throat tightened, and she barely calmed down and said, "Only... Only diary."