This round of kisses is another fascinating new technology.

Yan Cheng's breath was like a tropical monsoon on the surface of her skin, carrying her attention from her cheek to her collarbone.

Zhong Jiuyin still cares about whether the neckline is strict or not, and his legs are a little weak.

Yan Cheng always had a hand around her waist, and when she noticed that she couldn't stand steadily, she held her palm up, and she seemed to be able to feel each other's body temperature through a layer of bathrobes.

His palm just matched the line of her waist, and his hand gently moved forward, Zhong Jiuyin staggered and stuck directly into his arms.

"Hey." Just as he was about to continue kissing, Zhong Jiuyin suddenly called out briefly.

Yan Cheng raised his head, saw her reddened collarbone, swallowed his throat and asked, "What?" ”

"There's a little cramp in my leg." She leaned over him, stood on her left foot and twitched, her brow furrowed in discomfort.

"Cramps?" Yan Cheng helped her, and only after seeing her recover did he dare to take it to the sofa, and then squatted down in front of her, "I'll take a look."

They kissed inseparably just now, Yan Cheng's voice was a little low, Zhong Jiuyin touched his throat and raised his left leg to show him.

The marks left by the car accident on her calf are still obvious, and you can imagine how terrible what she experienced at the beginning.

"It could be the after-effects of a car accident. You still have to go and check it carefully, in case the leg does not recover well, the consequences are very serious. Yan Cheng frowned and said.

Zhong Jiuyin nodded: "I know, when I'm free..."

As soon as she heard it, she said it casually, Yan Cheng simply set a time for her: "Tomorrow, I will fly abroad on Wednesday, and I will have time tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so I can accompany you." ”

… No, it's imminent.

"I'll just go by myself, don't bother you."

Yan Cheng looked up at her: "Don't bother, you should do it." Boyfriends can be used in a variety of ways, not just a fully automatic kissing machine. ”

Zhong Jiuyin: "......"

It feels like it was connotated.

She kicked her foot, and Yan Cheng seemed to realize that she was still holding her leg, paused to let go, and put the edge of the bathrobe that had slipped down on the leg again.

Then he asked, "Are there any other scars other than on the calves?" ”

"There are still a little bit on the thighs and back. What, what do you want to see? ”

Yan Cheng: "If you don't mind. ”

Zhong Jiuyin narrowed his eyes and looked at him, trying to see the four words of ulterior intentions from his face.

"You're really good at pretending to be a gentleman."

Yan Cheng: "? ”

"Actually, the original plan in my heart was to hook me off my bathrobe, right? Caring with warmth is only your means, and breaking through my defenses is your ultimate goal. ”

Yan Cheng: "......"

His brows jumped suddenly, and he asked expressionlessly, "What bedside reading have you read recently?" ”

"What are you asking for? It's just a wonderful piece of literature. ”

"Name."

"The Cold-faced Hero and the Merry Widow."

“…… Listen to it yourself, is this suitable as a bedside read? "The poison is pretty much the same.

Zhong Jiuyin disagreed with his prejudice: "Looking at people is not limited to appearance, and reading books does not care about names." The content inside is good-looking. Hey, my leg isn't uncomfortable, you can get up. ”

Yan Cheng stood up speechlessly, his gaze slicing over her wrist.

The wound there was worse than a scar on a leg.

He wanted to say something, but he was afraid of poking her sadness, so he stopped talking.

Zhong Jiuyin was all about enjoying the automatic kissing machine service, and turned a blind eye to his desires.

She glanced at the time on her phone, calculated and asked, "What time will you be back?" ”

Yan Cheng thought that she was starting to drive people away, so he pursed his lips and said coldly: "I can leave now." ”

"Don't, right? It's okay for young people to sleep two hours less at night, and it's okay to kiss for another two hours and then go back. ”

It turned out that it was not to drive people, but to eat people.

Yan Cheng was half relieved in his heart, and accused himself of being afraid that he would not be replaced by Stockholm syndrome, and he actually began to take the initiative to beautify the behavior of Zhong Jiuyin, a wild mallet.

"An hour, I'm going back in an hour." He cut the time in half.

Zhong Jiuyin looked at him unhappily and pounced two seconds later.

"Okay, then hurry up."

Yan Cheng stretched out his hand against her: "I will go back to my home five kilometers away in an hour, not that I will be separated from you forever in an hour, what are you anxious about?" ”

"Of course, those who buy rice are more anxious than those who sell rice, and how long can they kiss in an hour. Don't you know how many tricks you use to seduce people? ”

"I don't know. Didn't you say before that you had enough kisses, and you were tired of it? Yan Cheng brought up the old words again.

Zhong Jiuyin: "Didn't I reflect on it just now?" I'll admit I got tired too soon. ”

"So sooner or later, I'll still get tired."

It's weirdly pessimistic, and when I hear it, I'm accusing her. She hurriedly said: "Why should the future be uncomfortable now?" A happy day is a day, and the days can go on. ”

Yan Cheng wanted to ask her if she was a mayfly creature that only lived one day, but her words were actually right, and this might be how she survived the period of depression.

So he moved on to another question: "Is it more interesting to read by bed, or is it more interesting to kiss me?" ”

Zhong Jiuyin understood, he was just holding his breath.

The conversation he had with her two days ago made him feel that he was not attractive enough, so today he tried to make her realize that his charm was unmatched.

"Of course it's you." As she spoke, her hand ran over him.

Last time he opened his Adam's apple, collarbone and abs to her, and this time he opened the door to new tricks of kissing, I wonder if the two will be more interesting when combined.

Yan Cheng stared at her hand with lowered eyes, didn't stop it, and when she touched the Adam's apple, he swallowed his throat cooperatively.

Yo yo, it's terrible, Zhong Jiuyin's eyes straightened, and he condemned him in his heart for committing murder, and his fingers did not forget to continue to climb up.

She did what he did just now, holding his face with her palm, and just wanted to see which angle was suitable for kissing, Yan Cheng suddenly tilted her head slightly and kissed her wrist.

There were several scars running across it, shallow or deep, and the newly healed flesh formed ugly bumps, not very pretty.

He kissed reverently, his drooping eyelashes fluttering slightly, and his lips pressed against them for a moment before leaving.

Zhong Jiuyin lost his voice, looking at his close face, the thoughts in his mind disappeared like a flood ebbing, and his heartbeat began to accelerate like a water pump.

She had the illusion of being worshipped in the Temple, and she trembled at his actions.

"You..."

"I wanted to ask about it several times, but I was afraid that it would make you uncomfortable. Originally... Uncomfortable? ”

Zhong Jiuyin didn't know why, and his eyes suddenly became sore.

"It's okay... Well, it's not so good, actually. ”

It may be that no one has asked her like this before, and the emotions of the original owner are still in her memory, making her cry reflexively.

She swallowed hard, trying to suppress the unfamiliar emotion. Yan Cheng stroked her face, wiped away the tears on her eyelashes, and asked softly, "Didn't you have any friends or family members by your side at that time?" ”

The more you care, the more emotionally you can't hold it down.

She felt that her body's reaction was out of control, and as she shook her head, tears flowed down her cheeks, her throat tightened, and she barely managed to maintain her calm and said, "Only... Only diaries. ”

(End of chapter)