The two men looked at each other.

A brief but long moment passed, and some restless thought surged like a denser and denser bubbling beneath the film called silence.

Zhong Jiuyin held both sides of the mop bucket, did not pull himself out, nor did he cover the beating heart of the mouse, but stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips.

At that moment, Yan Cheng's gaze was like a converging light source, tightly condensed on her lips.

The eyes are dark and unclear, but they bring a strong sense of aggression.

It reminded her of the lighting used in the commercial shoot that day, which lit up the strong light and emitted a blazing temperature, illuminating her whole body.

Now being stared at by him is like being crushed by some hot solid object on the lips, and the heat quickly spreads from the lips to the whole body.

She reacted, stopped the urge to lick, and wiped her lower lip with the back of her hand.

Then she stared back at him with scrutiny.

Outside, there is probably a plot of "a man walks to a certain door", and the inside and outside of the door are surprisingly quiet.

There is not much time left for them to be relatively silent, and this is still under the camera on the show, and they will have to get out soon.

Someone has to break the silence.

Yan Cheng didn't wait for a word, lowered his eyes, his thick eyelashes covered his dark eyes, and pursed his lips, feeling a little fragile and lost.

As if he was the one who was taken advantage of.

Although this matter is not to say who takes advantage of whom.

"I'm sorry, I ......"

He deliberately restrained his breathing, and his voice was low, trying to reduce the incident as much as possible to an accident that no one wanted to happen.

But halfway through his words, he heard Zhong Jiuyin say firmly: "You are a murderer, right?" ”

Yan Cheng: "... Why? ”

Also, why do you say this at this time?

Zhong Jiuyin was still sitting in the dry bucket, her posture was not very elegant, but it did not delay her momentum of pointing at the country and scolding Fang Xuan.

She squinted her eyes and looked him up and down, and then unilaterally concluded the accidental coffin just now, word by word:

"You're using beauty tricks on me, trying to disrupt my mind and deprive the good guys team of a mainstay."

Yan Cheng: "......"

It's really cracked, and it doesn't represent how he really feels now.

The sticky and hot atmosphere just now was stabbed by her words, he took a deep breath to keep his heart rate at a normal level, and then said without waves:

"No, you can't think about how it won't make a difference to the good guys."

It's not her anyway.

"You didn't deny that you were the murderer." Zhong Jiuyin seized the loophole in his words and fought back.

"I didn't deny that you were using a beauty trick."

After speaking, she looked at him proudly, and the posture of soaking in the basin was made by her to sit on the throne.

Yan Cheng stared at her again.

was going to let her go, but as if this kiss hadn't happened, she was going to say something beautiful.

His gaze condensed for a long time, and Zhong Jiuyin felt that there was a feeling of stinging in the place he was staring at.

The space in this place is too small, and ordinary eye contact and contact can taste a little special, let alone intentional.

Yan Cheng asked her, "Did the beauty trick disturb your thoughts?" ”

Zhong Jiuyin was stunned for a moment, and scratched his heart with his hand.

It's like a rat jumping just now, maybe, probably, maybe it's working?

But-

"Not really." She said.

A good-looking person can make people's hearts pound, but that's all, she was also startled when she met a real mouse, and her heart was pounding?

Yan Cheng made a prediction of her answer, but he was not surprised, and nodded like an unfamiliar person chatting: "That's a pity." ”

It didn't seem to be expecting her to answer anything else.

Then he said: "I don't know which room the murderer will be outside the door of the room when he passes by, so we have to be prepared." Can you get up? ”

He deliberately asked that, and now what he said was a serious matter, Zhong Jiuyin looked at him unexpectedly, and replied to him with a dry bucket: "Yes." ”

"But your hair seems to be stuck on the telescopic rod of the mop," he said, half-kneeling, and approached abruptly, "for I will pull your hair out." ”

Before she could look back to see if it was true or not, Yan Cheng's chest pressed against her.

How can this work? How can her stunning killer let others touch her hair, doesn't she expose the back of her fragile head in front of someone who knows the roots?

She immediately put her hands on Yan Cheng's shoulders, ready to push him away vigorously.

It's just that the palm of her hand has just been solid, and she hasn't pushed it yet, Yan Cheng thought that her posture was unstable, so he gently supported her shoulder, leaving a sentence of "be careful", and then quickly retreated.

As before, the most polite distance is maintained in the limited space.

"Now you can." He gestured.

It's just a kind help.

But Zhong Jiuyin only felt that others had withdrawn, but the feeling left behind was still firmly attached to her.

When he spoke just now, his snort fell on the skin on the back of her neck, and the slightly cool breath that passed for a moment couldn't be lighter, but it made that small piece of skin instantly tense, and the tingling sensation spread to her whole body.

As soon as the spirit was excited, the skin exposed to the air got goosebumps.

Zhong Jiuyin blinked and looked at the person in front of him.

Yan Cheng didn't seem to understand why she hadn't gotten up yet: "Why, can't you get up?" Need my help? ”

She blinked again, "No. ”

Then he got up, kicked off the mop bucket, and stood face to face with him.

Tightly huddled together and face to face, no matter how you turn your gaze, it will fall on each other, which is a little embarrassing. Acquaintances are reluctant to clube eye to eye, and other people in other relationships are even more so.

They can only try to leave a gap between the two, one to the left and the other to the right, relying on serious conversations to reduce embarrassment, and by the way, suppressing other inappropriate ideas.

Yan Cheng turned his head to look at the door panel, listened to the movement outside, and said: "After we came in, someone appeared in front of a certain door, which means that the murderer should be hiding alone, and the follow-up plot should be completed by the people in the other two rooms, maybe it will be us." ”

"Oh," Zhong Jiuyin lowered his head, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck as if tickling, and asked absentmindedly, "Then did you hear the footsteps?" ”

"Nope. Maybe it's just gone, but we didn't hear it. ”

At the mention of just now, both of them paused, their eyes met in the dim mid-air for a moment, and then quickly staggered.

Zhong Jiuyin didn't touch the back of his neck anymore, looked at the cleaning tools next to him casually, and asked casually, "Then are we going out now?" ”

Yan Cheng listened to it behind the door, and held the doorknob: "It should be possible." ”

The click of opening the door sounded, but he didn't pull it away immediately, but turned his head first and whispered: "There are piles of shots outside, you go out behind me, just as... It was an accident, nothing happened. ”

Zhong Jiuyin raised his eyes to look at him, and his eyes seemed to say, "For you, this state is just to know what has happened at a glance."

I didn't think there was anything, but I was told by him to make "the survivor is so shameless in the murderer's territory".

Zhong Jiuyin wrinkled his eyebrows and nodded, and he opened the door with confidence.

(End of chapter)