His voice was deep and seductive.

The fair-skinned, slender fingers pinch the orange fruit, creating a striking color contrast.

Song Xingran looked at his hands, as well as the oranges in his hands, and secretly swallowed his saliva.

"Yes."

The ghost made the gods, Song Xingran nodded lightly.

Lu Qingchen looked sideways, looking at her watery and clear eyes, and suddenly, the corners of her mouth slowly rose.

He had a wonderful smile.

His eyebrows and eyes are soft, and his deep eyes seem to be filled with stars, shining with rippling light.

His slender fingers peeled oranges, even when doing such a simple chore, he was so noble and elegant.

Song Xingran pursed his lips, his throat tightened, and he suddenly thought about it......

Kiss him.

If it had been Song Xingran before, he might have kissed it a long time ago.

But now, she can't be impulsive, and besides, she doesn't dare.

"Dye."

His mellow voice sounded, pulling Song Xingran back to reality.

"Huh?"

Song Xingran subconsciously responded, and saw him hand the peeled orange to her.

She suddenly became a little twisted, stretched out her hand slowly, and began to be disobedient again with a very unproductive heartbeat.

As soon as her fingertips touched the orange in Lu Qingchen's hand, she was suddenly held by Lu Qingchen.

Song Xingran's breath was stagnant, and he only heard Lu Qingchen's deep voice ringing in his ears: "The show has to be recorded for more than 40 days? ”

"Ah, yes."

Why do you say this all of a sudden?

"Can I not go to Dye?"

Lu Qingchen's thin lips opened lightly, and there was no expression on his handsome face, and he couldn't see joy, anger and sorrow.

His dark eyes were as deep as ink, deep and dark.

Song Xingran heard him ask, and suddenly sobered up from his beauty.

"No, you can't."

That's going to be her job.

It's something she wants to do in the near future, how can she say that she won't go if she doesn't go.

When Lu Qingchen heard her answer, he suddenly let go of his hand.

He knew it would be the answer.

His dyeing was so stubborn, it was, and it is even more so now.

Looking at the man's suddenly darkened eyes, Song Xingran suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

She broke open a petal of orange and stuffed it into her mouth.

The sweet and sour taste stimulated her taste buds, and she frowned, so sour.

Why did you peel her so sour?

Seeing her grinning with sour teeth, she looked like a little tiger yawning, fierce and cute.

He hooked the corners of his mouth enough to pull up a good-looking amplitude.

Song Xingran saw his schadenfreude, his brows moved, and suddenly, he broke a petal of orange and handed it to Lu Qingchen's mouth.

"Taste it."

She can't be the only one who is sour, he has to taste it.

Lu Qingchen lowered his eyes, stared at her white and tender hands, without any hesitation, suddenly lowered his head and bit the orange.

Intentionally or unintentionally touched her hand, Song Xingran only felt that her cheeks began to burn, and quickly retracted her hand.

Seeing Lu Qingchen eat the orange calmly and calmly, Song Xingran blinked in disbelief.

I'm going, eating so calmly?

Isn't it sour?

Lu Qingchen seemed to see her doubts, her thin red lips opened lightly, and she said in a deep voice: "Dyeing, it's very sweet." ”

Song Xingran: "......"

Sweet?

Is there something wrong with her taste buds?

Song Xingran didn't believe in evil and broke another petal of orange and stuffed it into his mouth, the familiar sour taste hit, and Song Xingran glared at him angrily!

"Liar!"

The big liar with a black belly.

Lu Qingchen smiled helplessly and happily.

She's sweet and has nothing to do with oranges.