Of course, Zhong Jiuyin didn't take it away, she changed her words and said that she was still uncomfortable, sighed, and asked Yan Cheng to dedicate herself to make her happy.

What can Yan Cheng have to offer? So he brought himself with him, and there was no other way but to send the sheep into the tiger's mouth.

The sofa became the place where Zhong Jiuyin committed his crimes.

She has found the bottom line of this date from Yan Cheng's various reactions, and she will do whatever she wants on the edge of the boundary.

One of Yan Cheng's buttons was ripped off, and he rolled to the foot of the coffee table.

But he couldn't see, looking up at the ceiling, his palms were originally grasping the back of the sofa, but his palms were sweaty, and he gradually couldn't grasp the leather material.

Zhong Jiuyin's mouth was dry, his eyes were staring at the beautiful scenery in front of him, he casually scooped up a cup and drank saliva, and continued to describe in detail.

"It's really fine skin and tender meat."

“… That's the monster to describe Tang Seng, are you a monster or a pervert? ”

"Can you only choose between these two words? Then I'll be a pervert. ”

"........." was speechless, and could no longer describe Yan Cheng's thoughts.

"Don't move your hands," he began to struggle to his feet, "the hour should be up, I have to go back." ”

Take advantage of the situation, and for this kind of unscrupulous customers, they will batch new goods and have been hanging on their appetites.

It is not too late for her to be willing to spend money on simple items, but after identifying the brand itself, it is not too late to give rewards.

Zhong Jiuyin held him down: "What's the hurry, I'm still uncomfortable." ”

He sneered: "I see that you are very good, there are more than tears in Halazi." ”

The uncomfortable thing is that he is still about the same.

Zhong Jiuyin coughed, so he had to let go of him, watch him button him, and look at his neckline.

"Not for a while?"

Yan Cheng: "What are you staying for?" Being an abused robot? ”

"Anyway, we can talk. Don't you think that when you fall in love, you have to have a verbal resonance and soul collision? ”

It's about the collision of souls, and the eyes express another kind of collision.

Yan Cheng is quite fresh, she also knows that falling in love is not just about holding and gnawing?

"What do you want to talk about?" He asked, tidying up his clothes.

"Chat... Let's talk about our future. ”

According to the experience of her past peers, the eldest ladies raised in the boudoir always have an extraordinary yearning for love, and they like to dream of a better future with warmth and affection.

It is also the moment when peers are the best at drawing cakes, and they can make each other take the initiative to hug each other with tears in a few words.

Yan Cheng is also interested in this topic: "Okay, let's talk about your thoughts. ”

She rubbed her hand again, pinched the placket of the missing button, played with it, slowed down her speech and said:

"I imagine the future - we will always be together, and when I have the opportunity in the future, I will accompany you to many places, accompany you through spring, summer, autumn and winter, see the vast sky you have never seen, and eat delicious food that you have never eaten.

If you missed the thirty years, we can also get it back, and I will give you a new thirty-year birthday, so that you will have my presence every year of your life. When we are old, find a place to wear warm flowers and face the sea to retire, and then raise a dog and plant flowers... I don't know what to do without you. ”

"I see that you are not as easy as me, and the cake you draw can kill you." Yan Cheng was not moved at all after hearing this, and clapped her hand away and stood up.

Zhong Jiuyin was inexplicably photographed: "Isn't this kind of future bad?" ”

Yan Cheng didn't answer, looked at her coldly and said, "I'm twenty-eight this year." Who did you spend those thirty years with? ”

“……… Yes? Sorry to misremember. She was slightly embarrassed and went to take his hand.

Yan Cheng shook off her hand and didn't let her pull it, she took a few steps closer and grabbed it directly with both hands.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry, slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue."

Yan Cheng just sneered, his face was not to look at her, but he didn't push his hand away.

"That," Zhong Jiuyin laughed dryly, "or I'll change it to twenty-eight years, and say it again?" ”

"No, I don't want to sit on your bright future with a thirty-year-old man."

“…… Don't be angry. Hey, I'm still a little uncomfortable. ”

Yan Cheng glanced at her: "Where is it uncomfortable?" Mouth? It's uncomfortable, don't worry about it. ”

"......" Zhong Jiuyin simply stopped talking and tiptoed to kiss him.

Kissed once, and avoided the second time.

"It's late, I'm going back." Yan Cheng said.

That being said, he didn't move.

Zhong Jiuyin had a little smile in his eyes, cooperated with grabbing his clothes, and said like a bully, "Go back?" No way, I won't let you go. ”

After saying that, the hungry tiger pounced and gnawed at him, and his front teeth were on his lips, almost knocking him into blood.

Yan Cheng was in pain, and helplessly pulled the person away and kissed himself.

I don't know how long I kissed and kissed, the double curtains were closed, and there was no way to tell the speed of time passing from the sky outside, and the lights in the room gave people the illusion that only three or two minutes had passed.

Until Yan Cheng couldn't control himself a little, he grabbed Zhong Jiuyin's scurrying hand and pushed her away.

This time he had to leave, he picked up his phone to check the time, and it was almost one o'clock in the morning.

"I have to go," he buttoned up his clothes, put his fingers around Zhong Jiuyin's long hair, and kissed him one last time, "I'm going to the hospital for a re-examination tomorrow, you should go to bed early." ”

Zhong Jiuyin pulled his hair back, fanned his hot lips and said, "You don't need to be in such a hurry, right?" ”

"I don't care about my body?"

"I didn't say I wouldn't check. It can be the day after tomorrow, or two more days. ”

Yan Cheng looked at her: "I'm going to fly abroad on Wednesday, didn't you hear what I said just now?" ”

"Ahh I almost forgot. But I don't have to have you with me... Oh I forgot again, you said that your boyfriend is not a fully automatic kissing machine, and you have to prove yourself through other companionship. ”

In this case, she had no choice but to agree.

"Okay then, tomorrow will be tomorrow. But I said the wrong thing on the show today, Brother Qian said that there are a lot of paparazzi reporters staring at us, can it be done? ”

"Don't worry, if you shoot it, you can shoot it," Yan Cheng tidied himself up, prepared to open the door and leave, and said, "And you didn't say the wrong thing." ”

It's just that the occasion isn't quite right.

Zhong Jiuyin raised his eyebrows, and after sending him to the door, he touched the doorknob and turned his head and said, "It's quite late, otherwise you will be here all night." ”

Yan Cheng's heart skipped a beat, but he was unmoved on the surface: "No, I'm afraid that something will happen to me." ”

Who is "......" buried?

He opened the door and went out, putting his hand on her shoulder to prevent her from letting out.

"It's cold outside. Sleep well and I'll pick you up tomorrow afternoon. ”

"Okay. Slow down on your way. ”

After Yan Cheng left, the room was quiet.

Zhong Jiuyin closed the hall of the living room, and the darkness of the night poured down, finally a little like the early hours of the morning.

She entered the room in the dark, rubbed the back of her hand against her hot lips for a while, and then yawned, as if she had just been released from prison, and her brain was pounding.

See, once people have no fun, they only have the basic needs of eating, drinking, and sleeping.

She lay down on the bed, licked the corners of her mouth, turned over and continued her tryst with Yan Cheng in her dream.

Coming, coming, coming (trotting)

(End of chapter)