It didn't change at all, and she let her pinch it. What's the point of pinching a piece of wood? Fan Qi let go.

Because Chen Zhiqian changed the script at the last minute, Feng Xueming found a friend and asked him to borrow his office. The office was on the third floor, and the window had a view of the street across the street, which was very suitable.

When we arrived at the shooting location, it was Sunday and everyone in the office was on holiday, but Feng Xueming's friends were already waiting there.

Feng Xueming, a tall and thin man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, introduced: "My friend Xia Pengcheng, my schoolmate, an architectural designer, likes the design of Fanyuan very much."

Chen Zhiqian met an old acquaintance from his previous life, a famous architectural designer who claimed to be Chen Wanyin's disciple whom he had never met before, and his father's close friend Xia Pengcheng. He extended his hand: "Hello."

"Hello. When I was in college, I went to Feng Xueming's grandfather's house and saw the design of Fanyuan. Because of Fanyuan, I found an opportunity to visit Yuan's Building. I like architecture and simple style. When I saw the building designed by Ms. Chen, it was both Nordic and very personal. I could recognize it at a glance."

Xia Pengcheng enthusiastically led them in. His personal office was also simple in style.

Chen Zhiqian's plan was very simple. He just needed to shoot a shot of Fan Qi standing in the office and looking at the street. Then Fan Qi would get tired. With one of his suggestions, Fan Qi got one more piece of clothing.

In the afternoon of July, wearing sweaters, windbreakers, coats...

In the evening, the beach is a long skirt, and at night, it is a formal dress, both are better than during the day.

After finishing the commercial, Fan Qi returned home and took a shower. She touched her back and found it was covered with prickly heat. The hot water made it itchy, so she had to turn the water down to cold. She looked down. Was this the downside of being plump? Her chest, the lower edge of her breasts hidden in her underwear, was also red.

Fan Qi took a cold shower and went back to her room to turn on the air conditioner. She couldn't stay outside for a moment anyway.

Chen Zhiqian came in after taking a shower and asked, "Fan Qi, why are you taking a cold shower?"

Hearing this, Fan Qi got angry: "It's all your fault. What a bad idea! You almost gave me a heat stroke in the afternoon."

"When I make a suggestion to someone, I can't just tell them not to kiss. I have to give them a more comprehensive suggestion, so that it seems reasonable not to kiss. Are you thinking about kissing?"

"Who thought about it?" Fan Qi shouted and reached out his hand again.

Chen Zhiqian immediately rolled up his sleeves, revealing a bruise, and then rolled up his sleeves and pointed at a patch on the top: "Move it up a little, don't pinch the bottom. I'm going to the Jockey Club on Sunday, so I have to wear short sleeves."

Fan Qi's hand stopped there, and he had no expression on his face when he pinched him, thinking that he had thick skin. His skin was snow-white, but it turned purple when pinched, as if he had suffered a lot of abuse.

Fan Qi put down her hand. Those who knew about it thought that she had traveled through the book and met a supporting character in the book. Those who didn't know would think that she had traveled through the book and met the beautiful, fair-skinned and elegant heroine in the book, who would turn black and purple all over her body if touched.

Her mind suddenly became impure, and the image in her mind was that after Chen Zhiqian was done, his body was covered with bruises and he looked so miserable.

Especially since she had seen him like that, it was very easy to imagine. Fan Qi's face and body were steaming, and her back was itchy. She lay down and hugged him with her head tilted. Oh my God! It was even more itchy when she hugged her chest.

She threw it, it was late at night and everyone was asleep. She could still scratch herself in front of her, but she needed someone to help her behind her.

Chen Zhiqian couldn't sleep because of her twisting and turning, so he asked, "Is your back itchy?"

"Um?"

"Let me tickle you? My brother Xun and I used to tickle each other in the summer." Chen Zhiqian said.

He tickles me? This is very inappropriate, especially if I have feelings for him: "I'll do it myself."

Fan Qi tried to scratch it, but there was a spot that she couldn't scratch. The harder she scratched, the more it itched it became. She really had no choice but to say, "Chen Zhiqian, help me scratch it, just a little bit below the right shoulder blade."

Chen Zhiqian's hand touched her back, and he controlled the strength and scratched it gently.

"A little to the right... up... yes, right here."

In the past, on hot days the whole family lived in a small space of 20 square meters with no ventilation and they couldn't afford an electric fan. He and Fan Xun, two other boys, lived together in the cramped space. When they got prickly heat, they would scratch each other's backs. As they scratched each other, they started to fight and wished they could tear the house apart.