Suddenly, she felt that she was being embraced into a broad chest, her head was pressed against her chest by Cheng Yijie, and she could hear his heart beating. Then, his head bowed, his deep pupils dilated in front of her, and his burning lips pressed down on hers at once. She didn't run away anymore, sighing in her heart, no matter what kind of person he was, at least tonight, he had turned the wasteland of her heart into a paradise, and she was willing to sink with him.

She thought she would always remember this soft, silent, dreamy night, the "starry sky" here, and the passionate and long kisses under the "starry sky". He hugged her tightly, their breaths mingled, their lips and tongues entwined, he was so strong and passionate, she was drowsy and intoxicated, her eyes were hot, her body was weak, her eyes were closed, but she seemed to see countless fireflies flying around, like the half-bright stars in her eyes, radiating a charming starlight.

They did not return to Xilin, and Cheng Yijie proposed to set up a tent to watch the sunrise, and he had already prepared a tent and blankets for the night in the trunk of his car. And Mu Qingcheng was still in a dream, and his thoughts stopped running. It was only when they lay in the tent that he propped herself up in the darkness, and the burning breath oppressed her, and she realized that her situation was dangerous.

She looked up at him, breathing heavily. "You ......"

"What would you do if I wanted to rob you?" Cheng Yijie's voice was low and deep.

Mu Qingcheng was nervous and opened her mouth, she didn't know what she was going to say. If all he had done was to get her, she had fallen into the trap he had set and had nowhere to escape. In this wilderness, the lights are blind, what else can she do?

Cheng Yijie didn't speak, just stared straight at her, and his hot snort sprayed on her cheeks.

In the silent confrontation, Mu Qingcheng only felt that his heart was almost jumping out of his chest.

Cheng Yijie suddenly laughed. "Don't be nervous, little orange, I don't want to wronged you in this kind of place."

Mu Qingcheng froze, still unable to make a sound.

Cheng Yijie finally lay down. For a while, there was silence all around, only the heartbeats of two people, one after another.

Mu Qingcheng gradually relaxed, her eyes were wide open, and she was completely sleepy.

"Can't sleep, we can talk." Cheng Yijie seems to be able to see through her at any time.

She shuddered as if frightened. "What are you talking about?"

"You must have watched my show." Cheng Yijie is very confident.

"Yes, I saw it." Mu Qingcheng didn't deny it, "I'm curious, how did you do it, mainly by genius, or by acquired efforts?" ”

"Talent is the most important thing, of course, but it's also tactical." Cheng Yijie is not modest at all, "I mainly use the tactic of multi-information matching. For example, to correspond to the fan surface and the closed folding fan, it is necessary to look at the fan bones, edges and corners, and then use imagination to 'translate' the fan painting, and find the open fan through the side information of the closed fan. The same goes for observing leaf veins. ”

"What about water?" Mu Qingcheng really couldn't think of where the same quality of clear water came from.

"From the top down, there is no detail in the cup, but when there is water, there is life and a different place. Each glass of water is independent, and the first glance at the water gives me the feeling that it is like a constellation. When you see a face at the center point, visualize. I close my eyes, and every time I close my eyes, I'm sorting out my memories. Looking for that glass of water on the spot is like finding your loved one in the vast sea of people, you can see it at a glance. Cheng Yijie replied, "Everyone thinks I have any magic weapon, but in fact I don't, it's just 'the paper is shallow, and you never know that you have to do it', everyone understands this truth." ”

"It's like finding your loved one in the vast sea of people, you can see it at a glance", this sentence made Mu Qingcheng's heart flutter, she calmed down her breath a little, and then asked again, "When did you start to discover that you have such a talent?" ”

"When I was a kid, I could see a lot of interesting things when I stared at the wall or the crack in the ground." Cheng Yijie replied, "My observation and imagination are not exercised, but a habit. ”

The atmosphere became relaxed and pleasant during their conversation, and Cheng Yijie said that he was not nervous at all when he went on stage, as long as he stood on the stage, he could enter a state of calm in a second or two, and he was completely able to control the audience.

Mu Qingcheng asked Cheng Yijie if there was any pressure to assist the police in solving the case, and he said that there was no pressure, and he thought it was fun.

Mu Qingcheng didn't know when she fell asleep, and when she woke up, she found herself curled up in Cheng Yijie's arms, the two of them covered with the same blanket, her head resting on one of his arms, and his other arm wrapped around her waist.

She was embarrassed by such an intimate position, but for fear of waking him up, she had to close her eyes and stay still. Gradually, she felt tired again, thinking dimly about the fireflies that had surprised her, and the feeling of him kissing her in the cave, she closed her eyes and fell asleep dimly.

I don't know how long it took, Mu Qingcheng was awakened by Cheng Yijie, he sat next to her, the tent was dark and gloomy, and only his vague outline could be seen.

She sat up and ran her hand through her hair, which had been tousled from sleep. Her face warmed up as she remembered the scene when she woke up earlier.