Everything is messy, clothes, breathing, heartbeat.
When he entered the bedroom, the black belt was also thrown on the ground. Yan Cheng pressed Zhong Jiuyin's other hand against the back of his head, and he kissed him for a moment without leaving.
Until Zhong Jiuyin fell on the bed, he finally got the opportunity to breathe happily.
It was just a short time, and my breathing became tighter soon. I sniffed and leaned back my head, scratching my fingers on the sheets.
Yan Cheng's breathing was hot and hot, lingering from the corner of her lips. When she passed by her collarbone, Zhong Jiuyin couldn't help laughing.
"A little...a little itchy..."
I don't know if I'm talking about the collarbone or other places.
Yan Chengquan was talking about both places, so he intersected her lips and teeth again to divert her attention.
Lying down and kissing, the thing he wore on his neck fell down and swung, gently hit Zhong Jiuyin's neck, and then fell into the center of her collarbone. The cold temperature made her shake and she reached out to grab it.
"You wear this today, it looks pretty good..."
"I like me to wear it?"
"good."
"Then I won't take it."
"But it's a bit like... a dog leash..."
"…It should not be considered humiliating when using this metaphor. I want to understand it as other meanings."
"What?" she asked, and the next second she arched and shivered.
Yan Cheng pulled out his fingers and smeared them on her lips.
The red lips became wet, and Zhong Jiuyin opened her mouth slightly as if she was unbelievable. She had this trick on her shoulders, and her hands that were on her shoulders were stiff for a second.
Although she has heard of many love, hatred, love, hatred, and love, she has heard content suitable for both young and old, but there is no such detail, so she feels that those words said by her colleagues are bragging.
After a sudden personal experience, the strings in her mind were like the strings on the guzheng, which became tighter and tighter and would soon break.
"you……"
"I'm sorry," Yan Cheng lowered his eyes, his dense eyelashes blocked his dark eyes. There was no contrast in his behavior on his cold face, but he whispered, "I'll clean it up for you."
Then kissed again.
Zhong Jiuyin's heartbeat was almost breaking the record, and her brain was buzzing, and she couldn't say anything she refused.
It even strangely breeds an excitement, which makes her palms sweat constantly.
Wouldn't your hands become slippery when you sweat? You will definitely not be able to stick your hands if you slip. If you can't stick, you can only go down.
As for what you will touch down, it is no longer within her control. Isn’t it just for her to touch her when she is open?
While brainwashing herself, she was suffocated by the kiss. She could only free up one hand to grab Yan Cheng's hair and give him some room to breathe.
Yan Cheng retreated a little, and the two of them looked at each other with breath.
Zhong Jiuyin suddenly asked, "Who am I?"
Yan Cheng was funny: "I don't know, maybe it was a monster from somewhere."
Zhong Jiuyin: "It's right to say that. If I were a monster, would you be afraid?"
Yan Cheng said without changing his face: "That depends on what kind of monster it is. People on the bed are usually called fairies."
"…What a cold joke. After today, will the long-term and stable relationship you are looking forward to be established?"
Yan Cheng: "Of course not. Since it is a long-term period, it will be more than tonight."
"Brother Qian told me that you are very serious and people you don't know will think you are very cold."
Yan Cheng: "Do you think I'm cold?"
Her hand slashed over his arm, and she pulled up his fingertips to signal the corner of her lips.
"relative."
Yan Cheng Chao finished it and licked his fingertips.
She said, "Look, it's not cold, it's clearly - passionate."
It's just not that serious.
Yan Cheng also asked her: "Suddenly asked a lot of questions, do you don't like it? Or are you afraid?"
"I don't know," she grabbed his fingers and pinched them, "and there was always a premonition that something was about to happen."
Yan Cheng: "Is it tonight?"
She shook her head and held his hand and pressed it on her heart.
"No need to have a premonition tonight, it's going to happen."
The heartbeat under the palm was fast and heavy, and they regained their sight.
Yan Cheng asked softly: "Do you like me?"
Zhong Jiuyin: "I like it. Where are you?"
Yan Cheng: "I like it very much."
It’s like watching swallows build nests. They only pick up a short branch every time, but when they go back, they don’t know when a nest has been built under the eaves.
He said again: "I like it very much."
Zhong Jiuyin laughed again, for some reason, his eyes were a little sore, and he looked at him with a hazy look, and said without thinking: "I am not that Zhong Jiuyin."
"Yeah?"
"She won't like you, but I like you very much."
After saying that, he suddenly turned over and pressed him over, turned her on it, lifted her scattered hair behind her ears, grabbed his collarbone chain, and asked him to raise his head to kiss.
The doors were opened, and the waves were surging, and they were soon intimate.
"Yan Cheng."
"Um?"
"I wanted to say it when I first met you. Your name sounds pretty good."
"Then let's scream again?"
"Yan Cheng."
"Well, I love you."
All sounds were turned off in the bedroom.
On the entrance cabinet in the living room, the mobile phone screen lit up. Because no one paid attention to it, it slowly became dark and extinguished.
…
I attended the night banquet yesterday, and there are still some people in the studio today.
The newly formed teamwork was very pleasant. Qian Yu yawned to the place, and the other guys had already led the small team to stroll online for two rounds.
"They were really photographed talking, but everyone is no longer surprised."
Qian Yu: "The set of photos I posted yesterday was very good. The studio's first business left a good impression on fans. They are all praising your good photo editing skills."
Ergu: "Actually, there are two pictures in the inner field that look better without editing, but because of that Miss Yun, I can't post it, so I can only cut it."
"The cropping is also good, and I turned it into a character photo posted on the studio wall. She was hit too much in the past, so she had to encourage and praise more."
The two of them sat on the chair and turned around and said, "Simple, I'm also playing around, and I'm quite familiar with these."
Qian Yu: "… Finding you as an assistant is the biggest good thing Huancheng Entertainment does. It doesn't matter whether there are artists or not."
Speaking of artists, the two of them looked at each other very subtly.
"No one replied to her message, I don't know what I'm doing."
Two: "What else can you do--"
Anyway, it's not about learning acting all night.
The second one said, "Brother Qian, you know clearly, and you still send a message to test it."
Qian Yu glared: "I asked her if I had something serious."
"I was very good at the night banquet at Klapori yesterday. I never stopped my phone and people kept contacting me. I had to quickly set the appearance fee. Last night, someone asked me to ask her to give her 150,000 yuan on the show.
Is it OK? What a joke! Her current value can be hired for 150,000 yuan?"
Second couple: "So what is the main thing that needs to be asked in a hurry? A show of one million and a million?"
"No, it's the drama she filmed before. She wasn't asking for the name? The director happened to contact me again and said that it would be broadcast soon. I hope she can help give a short essay to the character."
"This drama is pretty good to watch. Zhong Jiuyin is really suitable for wearing killer outfits. Then he can play the role of the people who choose ancient costumes."