The girl's face was red, her watery eyes stared at him, and her cheeks bulged: "Just shoot it, delete whatever you want."
Cheng Qian sat beside the bed, his eyes drooping slightly: "But it's not safe..."
From a short distance away, Xihe could clearly see that the moment she finished speaking, his eyes lit up, and he was probably extremely happy. In the end, he pretended to her: "Well, you're right."
Cheng Qian:! ! !
He immediately raised his head and was caught off guard by Xi He's half-smiling eyes.
Cheng Qian's eyes darted from side to side, but suddenly his gaze was firm: "I won't take it outside and watch it alone. No one will find out..."
"Don't delete it, okay?"
The handsome face came up and stood under Xihe's eyes.
His facial features were very good, with slender eyebrows and long eyes, a straight nose, and a flattering smile on his face. Xihe's heart was beating wildly, and he couldn't help but push his face away: "Get away."
What are you doing, what are you doing, trying to trick a beautiful man!
Cheng Qian couldn't bear to pull away. Instead, he hugged her directly, lowered his head and kissed her: "I really want to hide you."
He ignored Xihe's weak struggle, lowered his head and rubbed her lips slowly, gently, but his grip on her waist gradually became heavier. He couldn't help but want to sew her into his arms. Since the first night he moved in, , and then seeing that she didn’t chase her away, he pretended to be deaf and stayed.
The two are now living together.
A room with three bedrooms and two living rooms, one is used as a study room and two bedrooms.
After getting along day and night, the other person is still his sweetheart. He doesn't dare to make big moves, but he does kiss and hug her.
Cheng Qian caressed Xihe's slender waist until the fair skin of the person underneath him gradually turned red. Then he bit her earlobe and said in an indistinct voice, "Is that okay?"
Xihe's head was dizzy and he couldn't hear clearly: "Huh?"
Cheng Qian let go of her, leaned over her, and said hoarsely, "Is that okay?"
The young man's eyes were filled with lust, and his passionate breath was sprayed on his face. Xihe's mind cleared up a little, and he remembered that he would join the crew for filming in two days, and turned his face away: "Filming in a few days, next time."
Their clothes were messy, their chests were rising and falling violently, and they were already on the verge of an arrow.
Cheng Qian was startled and let go of her: "Okay."
After saying that, he got up from the bed, lowered his head, straightened his clothes, and asked Xihe: "Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat."
Xihe couldn't see his expression, but could only see Cheng Qian adjusting his sleeves and corners over and over again. His fingertips were slightly blue from exerting too much force, and he looked a little nervous and anxious, even unintentionally uneasy.
It is true that she did not refuse him to move in, but she never showed any desire for further intimacy.
Cheng Qian felt that he understood a little, but also didn't understand a little. Was she hanging on to him? Or are you afraid that if you follow him and meet the right person in the future, it will be too late to regret it?
He was not a gentleman, and his first thought was that she was leaving a way out for him.
Cheng Qian suddenly felt his eyes were a little sore, and something wanted to flow out. He blinked hard and tried to keep his voice steady: "Is there anything you want to eat?"
Xihe looked at it for a long time, then stepped forward and put his hands around his neck, pretending not to notice that he suddenly stiffened: "I thought about it, the filming doesn't seem to have much impact, let's start over?"
Cheng Qian pursed his lips and said nothing. It took a few seconds before he spoke. His tone was as usual: "Forget it, filming is important."
He turned around and quickly pecked her on the face: "I'll make braised pork for you."
