Sure enough, after Zhong Jiuyin closed her eyes, the plot she added was not about kiss me.
But "It's so dark and I suddenly can't see."
After saying that, he looked like a zombie, raising his arms and groping in the air, like rowing a boat, not getting close to Yuan Yi.
But she stretched out her hand decisively, and Yuan Yi couldn't tell whether she really wanted to touch her. He only had time to think that she was still in the camera of the show. The impact of touching her would be too bad, so she turned pale and stepped back.
I almost broke the ornamental tree with my butt.
Zhong Jiuyin thought that ten seconds of performance was enough. He opened one eye and glanced outside. He still had time to help Yuan Yi, who was stumbling around.
Then he turned around without any hesitation, leaving Yuan Yi who was still standing, and gestured towards Yan Cheng.
"It's your turn. Time is running out. Let's make a quick decision."
If it weren't for her not being able to unbutton her clothes, he would have thought there should be a bed next to her as a prop.
It's just that her brain obviously can't think like a normal person. Even if her eyes flicker across his face, I'm afraid it's not a prelude to pure love and ambiguity.
Until you can see your reflection in the other person's eyes.
Now it was time for Yan Cheng to squat down and put on her shoes.
Zhong Jiuyin was like a busy king who had to visit ninety-nine people in one night. He hurried towards Yan Cheng with such big steps that his trousers were filled with wind.
Yan Cheng was indeed hit, and he almost couldn't help but close his eyes and didn't want to face this scene.
Zhong Jiuyin: "Then you spin?"
Yan Cheng also seemed to be able to feel the slight down on Zhong Jiuyin's face, and he was surprised that his palm could almost completely hold the side of her face.
But no, she even stared at him with interest. Then he followed the same channel, and suddenly remembered a little knowledge he had learned about making movies before.
The plot mentioned that they were spinning and indulging in each other's eyes.
The real impression will be heightened by exaggeration, he couldn't help but think——
"That's okay." She nodded, as if activating her inner strength, her energy settled in her Dantian and her mind and eyes cleared, allowing herself to imagine the atmosphere that the prince and Cinderella should have at this moment.
In this light "rain" of apricot blossoms, they obviously restrained themselves from standing at a safe distance, but they still couldn't help but want to get closer, and then get closer.
"Is this okay?" he took the initiative to discuss, his tone was more familiar than the others and not overly polite. "You can express the rotation in your mind or with your expression and eyes. It's not easy to express it with your body. After all, we
time is tight."
He just saw a scar on Zhong Jiuyin's leg extending out of his trouser leg. Because it had only healed recently, it had a fresh flesh-pink color.
Yan Cheng: "...You have to spin? How do you express addiction?"
Because the shoes were torn, she had to look down while wearing them.
If she doesn't speak.
From this perspective of death, we can also see the superiority of his appearance.
Her face turned out to be so small, as big as a palm, and she blinked slowly while looking at him, showing an indescribable vulnerability...and well-behaved.
Yan Cheng instantly understood what she was trying to say: Just choose the expressions you know how to express, and skip the ones you don't understand or understand.
But their status prevented them from embracing each other tightly, and the budding feelings could only be extinguished by the rain. All she could do was hand him a square handkerchief and whisper goodbye...
The height at which Yan Cheng squatted with his head down was just right for her to use as an armrest for support.
Zhong Jiuyin opened her mouth and wanted to say that spinning was quite simple for her.
Now that I'm so close and comparing them, I get a slightly strange feeling.
Looking at each other is sometimes a very ambiguous thing.
Just after the rebellious thought passed, Yan Cheng finished putting on shoes and stood up to look at her.
Yan Cheng must have been hit.
He wanted to see something in Zhong Jiuyin's eyes, such as suppression and concealment.
At this time, if the duration of eye contact exceeds a certain critical point, both parties will often turn away in a hurry, blushing and heart-pounding, innocent and ambiguous.
The world was upside down and blurred in his eyes, and he was the only clear existence, and he was the focus of his gaze.
Probably a weird reaction.
Yan Cheng's tone was not smooth: "I can't stand it no matter how you spin it."
It was all her fault that those people only told one type of story, which caused a serious decline in her imagination.
If you shift your gaze slightly, you can see the person squatting in front of you.
Looking at the narrowed eyes that pretended to have wet eyelashes from the rain, he tried to stabilize his emotions and reached out his hand to slowly touch Zhong Jiuyin's cheek.
The program team prepared "light rain", with the word "rain" written on the torn pieces of paper, and it was sprinkled on their heads.
Judging from the steps of shifting his gaze, Zhong Jiuyin is entering the previous process.
She stopped expressing her affection and looked at Yan Cheng with narrowed eyes.
It was still the pair of cracked low-quality crystal slippers, which were hooked by Yan Cheng's slender fingers and placed at Zhong Jiuyin's feet, where they were put together into a complete shape.
In order to avoid being manipulated by the gangsters in the game, Yan Cheng took the initiative to stand on a relatively high performance stage outside the fairy tale castle, holding on to the railings and getting ready.
Wait, why did I end up thinking about it and ended up with the drunk braggadocio of my colleagues?
It's a good idea, even though he doesn't think it's necessary to express the word "rotate".
Half an hour is too short, you must hurry up.
In this forcibly created, humid atmosphere, Zhong Jiuyin asked: "How can I rotate you more comfortably?"
...But this is just a gorgeous description of the atmosphere, and it does not need to be performed word for word.
Although it's just a little bit, it's not hard to imagine what kind of terrible mark is lingering on her calf.
People's impressions of people are always embellished by memory. He knew that Zhong Jiuyin was laid-back and carefree and chivalrous, so he automatically thought that her face should not be so small and her ankles should not be so slender and white.
The palm of his hand did not touch her face. There was a small gap between them, and Zhong Jiuyin could feel the heat coming from his palm.
She looked at a few details that were used to evaluate the quality of a man, such as sideburns, ears and chin. While putting on her glass slippers, she compressed the beautiful scenery in front of her and threw it into the back of her mind, and another sentence came to her mind.
However, Yan Cheng looked at her a little warily, as if he was afraid that she would reject the proposal and perform some eighteen turns of Arhat in front of him.
They were not familiar with each other yet, and their status was quite different. Yan Cheng maintained a polite social distance and just put the glass slipper there, while Zhong Jiuyin pushed his foot into it.
Zhong Jiuyin said frankly: "I don't want to express it."
At first, the gaze is just fixed on the other person's eyes. In less than two seconds, it may quietly expand the scope, spread to the other person's face, head, until it sweeps over the other person's body like a dragonfly, and finally looks back at the other person's eyes again, trying to conceal it.
She walked to Yan Cheng, and there was only one meter between them, toe to toe. She continued to take two steps forward, achieving the closeness that a male and female protagonist should have.
Her gaze swept across his slightly closed eyelashes, high bridge of nose, and uncurved thin lips with a natural red color from top to bottom.
Zhong Jiuyin whispered his additional lines, his tone was lingering and ambiguous, and his semantics was punchy.
"Don't touch me with your shoe-covered hands, it stinks."
Yan Cheng: "..."
In an instant, any subtle feelings were blown away by the strong wind.