Sure enough, after Zhong Jiuyin closed his eyes, the added plot was not about kissing me.

It's "It's so dark that I suddenly can't see".

After speaking, like a zombie, he raised his two arms and touched the air, rowing like a boat, and did not get close to Yuan Yi.

But she stretched out her hand decisively, Yuan Yi couldn't see whether she really wanted to touch it, she only had time to think about it and was still in the camera on the show, and the impact of touching it was too bad, so she lost her face and stepped back.

I almost crushed the ornamental wood with one butt.

Zhong Jiuyin thought that performing for more than ten seconds was enough, opened one eye and looked outside, and had time to help Yuan Yi, who was staggering.

Then he turned around without any nostalgia, leaving behind Yuan Yi, who had not yet stood firm, and gesticulating at Yan Cheng.

"It's your turn, time is pressing, let's do it quickly."

If it weren't for the fact that she didn't unbutton it, he felt that a bed should be placed next to him as a prop.

In order to avoid being manipulated by game bandits, Yan Cheng took the initiative to stand on a relatively high performance stage outside the fairy tale castle, holding on to the railing to prepare for work.

Zhong Jiuyin was like a busy king who needed to be lucky for ninety-nine people one night, and his steps towards Yan Cheng in a hurry were so big that his trousers were windy.

Half an hour is too short and must be grasped.

She walked to Yan Cheng's side, the two of them were only one meter away from toe, and she continued to take two steps forward to reach the tightness that the hero and heroine should have.

Now it's time for Yan Cheng to squat down and put on her shoes.

It was still the pair of cracked inferior crystal shoes, hooked by Yan Cheng's slender fingers, placed at Zhong Jiuyin's feet, and put together a complete appearance.

They are not familiar with each other, and there is a big difference in coffee positions, Yan Cheng maintained a polite social distance, just put the crystal slipper there, and Zhong Jiuyin put his feet in.

Because the shoes were torn, she inevitably had to look down when she wore them.

If you look at the tail slightly, you can see the person squatting in front of you.

His gaze swept from top to bottom over his slightly closed eyelashes, the high bridge of his nose, and his thin lips that did not make any curvature, with a natural red.

From this perspective of death, it can also be seen that his appearance is superior.

She had seen several details that were used to judging the quality of men, such as sideburns, ears and chin, and while wearing the crystal slipper, she threw the beautiful scenery in front of her in compressed packaging in the back of her mind, and another sentence came to her mind.

Yan Cheng's height of squatting with her head bowed is just right for her to be used as a handrail to support.

Just after the idea of rebellion, Yan Cheng finished the plot of putting on shoes and stood up to look at her.

He saw a little scar on Zhong Jiuyin's leg extending from his trouser leg just now, because it had only been healed for a long time, and there was a kind of fresh flesh pink.

It's just a little bit, but it's not hard to imagine what a terrible mark there is on her calf.

He wanted to see something in Zhong Jiuyin's eyes, such as suppression and cover-up.

But no, she even stared at him playfully. Only then did he keep up with the same channel, and suddenly remembered a little knowledge he had learned about making movies before.

Eye contact can sometimes be ambiguous.

At first, the gaze is just staring at the eyes of others, and in less than two seconds, it may quietly expand the range, spreading to people's faces and heads, until they sweep over their whole bodies like dragonflies, and finally want to cover Mizhang and look back at each other's eyes.

At this time, if the time of the relative gaze exceeds a certain critical point, both parties will often turn their faces away in a hurry, blushing and heartbeat, innocent and ambiguous.

Judging from the steps of the line of sight shift, Zhong Jiuyin is entering the previous process.

It's just that her brain obviously can't think like a normal person, even if her eyes swirl and scrape on his face, I'm afraid it's not a prelude to innocent ambiguity.

It was probably a bizarre reaction.

The program team prepared a "light rain", and the torn pieces of paper with the word rain written on them were sprinkled on top of their heads.

In this forcibly created, humid and lingering atmosphere, Zhong Jiuyin asked, "How can I rotate you more comfortably?" ”

It is mentioned in the plot that they are spinning and indulging in each other's eyes.

… But it's just a gorgeous descriptor of the atmosphere, and it doesn't need to be performed word for word.

Yan Cheng's tone was not smooth: "I can't bear how you spin." ”

Zhong Jiuyin: "Then you spin?" ”

Yan Cheng: "... Do you have to spin? How do you express yourself in indulgence? ”

Zhong Jiuyin was frank: "Don't express it." ”

Yan Cheng instantly understood her unfinished words: just pick the expression you know, and skip what you don't understand or understand.

It's a good idea, but he doesn't think the word spin has to be expressed.

"Is this okay," he took the initiative to discuss, his tone was more familiar than that of the others, and he was not overly polite, "you can express it in your heart, or express it with expressions and eyes." It's not easy to express yourself physically, after all, we are short on time. ”

Zhong Jiuyin opened her mouth, wanting to say that spinning was quite simple for her.

However, Yan Cheng looked at her with a little vigilance, as if he was afraid that she would refuse this proposal and stage some kind of Arhat eighteen turns in front of him.

"Okay." She nodded, as if urging internal strength, and let herself imagine the double atmosphere that the prince and Cinderella should have at this moment.

In this apricot blossom slight "rain", they obviously restrained themselves from standing at a safe distance, but they still couldn't help but want to get closer, a little closer.

Until you can see your own reflection in the eyes of the other person.

The world is upside down and blurred in his eyes, only he is the only clear existence, and only himself is the focus of his gaze.

But their status made them unable to hug 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 say goodbye softly......

Wait, how do you think about it and go to that group of drunk and bragging bulls of your peers.

It's all to blame on that group of people, there is only one type of story blowing around, and her imagination has seriously declined.

She restrained her affectionate expression and squinted slightly at Yan Cheng.

Yan Cheng must have been hit.

Yan Cheng was indeed hit, and he almost couldn't help but close his eyes and didn't want to face this scene.

Looking at the squinting eyes that pretended to be wet with rain, he tried to stabilize his emotions and reached out to slowly caress Zhong Jiuyin's cheek.

The palm of his hand did not touch her face, and there was a small gap between the void, and Zhong Jiuyin could feel the heat coming from his palm.

Yan Cheng also seemed to be able to feel the shallow fluff on Zhong Jiuyin's face, and he was surprised that his palm could almost completely hold the side of her face.

People's impression of people will always be added to the memory, he knows that Zhong Jiuyin is idle and chic, and she is very chivalrous, so he automatically thinks that her face should not be so small, and her ankles should not be so slender and fair.

Now that I am so close, I feel a little subtle and strange.

The real impression would be exaggerated and deepened, and he couldn't help but think—

Her face turned out to be so small, the size of her palm, and she blinked slowly while looking at him, and there was an indescribable vulnerability... And well-behaved.

If she doesn't speak.

Zhong Jiuyin whispered the lines he added, his tone lingering and ambiguous, and the semantics punched hard.

"Don't touch me with the hand that touched my shoes, it stinks."

Yan Cheng: "......"

In an instant, any subtle sensation was blown away by the strong wind.