Chapter 14 08.23/My fiancée is very kissable.

When Chu Song came over, Fan Tingnian had just gotten up.

When he called, he clearly said that he needed her help painting a plaster statue, but later for some reason he made an appointment to meet in his bedroom.

Isn't it plaster? There's plaster in his bedroom?

Although Chu Song didn't understand, he still came over with the computer.

She stood at the door and knocked gently. Before anyone came to open it, she found that the door was already open and not closed tightly, leaving a small gap.

She thought about it and did not push the door open rashly, but knocked twice again.

After a moment, a hoarse voice came from inside: "Come in."

Chu Song's face suddenly felt a little hot.

His voice was obviously hoarse with a hint of sleepiness, low and sexy. I came to his bedroom with a computer at this time to find him, and the person inside had obviously just woken up. It always felt quite ambiguous.

However, after getting along with Fan Tingnian these days, I can feel that he is very "simple".

He probably didn't think that much.

Chu Song also gathered his thoughts and raised his hand to gently push the door.

“It’s only five o’clock…you still have work…” Chu Song’s voice got stuck in his throat.

Not far ahead, orange-red clouds fell in from the window. The man was putting on his clothes with his back to her.

He must have just gotten out of bed. He was wearing black pajamas and a black shirt of the same color. The muscular lines on his back were hidden by the soft shirt fabric.

Then he turned around, fastened the buttons of his shirt with one hand, and looked over. His voice was still slightly hoarse, and combined with the fact that his shirt was not completely buttoned, it made him look even sexier.

Chu Song's face couldn't help but get a little hotter, and her eyes moved away from his chest muscles under the "deep V" collar.

This guy is so naive. Why would he change clothes in front of others? Doesn’t he know that good-looking men should pay attention to their safety when going out?

Fan Tingnian indeed forgot that she would come in and see him changing clothes, but he only thought about it for half a second and felt that it was nothing, after all, she had let him smell her perfume.

He walked towards her, his throat still hoarse from the wetness: "What would you like to drink?"

"It will be all right."

Fan Tingnian threw the communication device on the coffee table to her, rolled up one sleeve to his elbow, and looked at the projection screen not far away: "Tell the servants in the restaurant if you want anything."

Chu Song placed the computer on the coffee table and frantically flipped through the menu on the communication screen.

She realized belatedly that the atmosphere was indeed a bit too ambiguous: the bedroom, the pajamas, the not-so-bright light, and the incense of unknown scent on the bedside table.

No, she sniffed lightly and felt that it smelled like grapes, similar to the perfume she used a few days ago.

Chu Song really likes the smell of fruit, especially grapes. She was very surprised and couldn't help but ask, "Do you have any aromatherapy in your room? Is it grape scent?"

Fan Tingnian was rolling up his sleeves, and when he heard this, he turned his head and glanced at her.

Then he suddenly thought of the TV series he had watched in the past two days. Every time the hero asked the heroine something with ulterior motives, the heroine would come closer to him according to his intentions.

He thought for two seconds, staring at Chu Song, and suddenly asked, "Did you spray today?"

"It's sprayed, right at the cuff," she subconsciously stretched out her right hand to show him.

The next second, the man's gaze slid from her face. He held her forearm, lowered his head closer, and his nose almost touched the skin on the inside of her wrist, and took a deep sniff.

Chu Song didn't expect him to come so close to her suddenly. His warm breath sprayed on the inside of her wrist, which was itchy and a little numb.

Her spine tingled slightly, and she subconsciously wanted to step back, but her arm was held by Fan Tingnian, preventing her from moving.

"Hmm... can you smell it?" The distance between them was too close, and the tip of his tall nose touched her skin.

"I smell it," the man said hoarsely, letting go of her hand and standing up. "It smells good."

And it’s shown correctly in the TV series.

Fan Tingnian pulled away, and Chu Song finally found her breath. As if infected by Fan Tingnian, her voice became hoarse and hoarse: "This smell is indeed very good."

She put her right hand behind her back and touched her wrist with her other hand where Fan Tingnian's nose had just touched.

"Then let's watch a play."

"good."

Chu Song felt something was wrong.

She sat on the single sofa diagonally in front of Fan Tingnian and could feel his eyes occasionally falling over and looking at her. No, not occasionally, but very often, like now.

His gaze was very aggressive, and Chu Song sometimes felt like a prey being bitten by a hunter when he stared at him.

But when she turned her head and tried to catch his eye, he would open his mouth and ask her some questions.

"Which episode is this?"

"Episode 7."

"Are they... are they in love with each other now?" he asked her.

"Yes, didn't we play the male lead's inner monologue in the beginning? And the female lead also likes him. There was a close-up shot in the beginning, and the female lead blushed when she looked at him."

"Then why are you blushing?" He suddenly turned around again.

"What?" Chu Song was startled, and the cup in his right hand was unstable and almost fell.

Fan Tingnian seemed to see it, reached out and supported it, his palm rubbed across her sleeve and touched her elbow again.

"Just now, when you came in." He moved a little closer. The room was dimly lit, with only the light from the screen in the distance. The TV series was still playing, and his voice seemed low in the background sound.

"Just now?" Chu Song replied, "Just now, because when I came in, I accidentally bumped into you changing clothes."

It was too ambiguous, so she changed the address to "you" which seemed more distant.

She turned her head, moved a little further away, and put the cup of water on the coffee table, her heart still beating "boom boom boom".

Fan Tingnian seemed to raise an eyebrow, looking particularly handsome in the dim light. His tone remained calm and even, "Really? I don't quite understand, so I'm asking."

"It's okay. You're my boss anyway. You can ask anything else you want to know, and I'll answer."

"Well, is this episode over? Do we need to watch the next one?"

Chu Song finally came to her senses and looked at the curtain in front of her. She had already seen this play once, so she was not paying attention when Fan Tingnian was watching it and was always distracted.

"Yes, it's time to change," she walked forward, squatted in front of the coffee table, and used the mouse to call up the next episode.

The room brightened up as the picture on the screen changed. A cold white light flashed, making the room brighter. Then it dimmed again. I tilted my head and automatically skipped to the end of the previous episode.

The hero and heroine were sitting on the sofa looking at each other. The heroine told the hero that there was a three-second rule for eye contact. When she counted to the third second, the hero leaned over and kissed her.

"Is this the climax of the drama you mentioned?" After a two-second pause, while the male and female protagonists were still kissing on the screen, Fan Tingnian looked over and asked her.

Chu Song was still squatting in front of the coffee table. She was squatting diagonally in front of Fan Tingnian, with her knees almost touching his calves.

She didn't know why the distance became like this, as she was clearly sitting on another sofa before.

"Is this what you call an orgasm?" he asked again.

Chu Song was confused. This was not what she said, it was clearly what he said. He searched it on the Internet.

"Yeah." Fan Tingnian reached out and took a pillow from behind her.

The distance suddenly shrank again, Chu Song subconsciously looked up and dodged backwards.

But the man took the pillow and looked at her puzzledly: "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Chu Song glanced at his arm. His exposed forearm had just accidentally brushed against her earlobe and it was very hot.

"Why don't we just stop here today?" Chu Song suddenly covered his lower abdomen. "I feel a little unwell. My stomach hurts. Maybe the food I ate tonight was too cold."

She still maintained a half-squatting position, holding the sofa with her left hand, and looked at Fan Tingnian timidly.

The man held a pillow in his right hand and leaned back. The dark grey pillow made his fingers look even whiter and longer.

Fan Tingnian's eyes fell on her lips. He stared at her lips for a moment and said slowly, "Hmm."

After receiving the nod, Chu Song took a deep breath, climbed up from the sofa, and bent down to clean up his computer on the desk. He apologized, "Sorry, I'll come back tomorrow. As for those plaster statues in the studio, I'll go over tomorrow afternoon and help you paint them."

"Yeah." The light in the room was dim, and the man's face was hidden in the shadows. He responded in a very faint voice.

Chu Song finally packed up his computer bag, zipped it up, and stood up: "Then I'll be leaving first?"

"good."

Two minutes later, the sound of the bedroom door closing came from behind me.

Although the computer was unplugged, the scene of the male and female protagonists kissing still remained on the screen in front. Fan Tingnian glanced over it, changed his sitting position, put his right hand on his knee, and thought of the place where his eyes had lingered for a long time.

I don't know what she put on, but her lips are shiny, her upper lip is a little thicker, her lips are full, and her lip beads are upturned.

Seems very kissable.

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