Chapter Seventy-Nine: A Kiss on a Hot Air Balloon
The staff took out all the words that the other groups hadn't used. Song Nian'an herself didn't know what gestures she made, and she didn't even move her feet, but Wen Jing guessed it.
Could it really be because of some kind of sensation after physical intimacy?
Time's up.
Wen Jing and Song Nian'an guessed a total of 21 words correctly.
exaggerate.
Staff member, "???"
The remaining people looked at each other in bewilderment.
Wen Jing slowly said, "Is it over? Let's go back and rest."
Before Song Nian'an could react, she picked him up and headed straight for the elevator.
This gesture made Weiwei, who had been married for many years, and Fan Mengmeng, who was still arguing, practically burst with love in their eyes.
He's the kind of man other people admire; I can't be envious.
The PD could only offer polite words, "Thank you all for your hard work that night. Get some rest. We'll tell you about the game rankings and rewards tomorrow morning."
In the elevator, Song Nian'an leaned against Wen Jing's chest, looked up at Wen Jing's alluring Adam's apple, and couldn't help but bite it. "How did you guess? I don't even know what I was doing."
Wen Jing lifted his arm and bounced it up, saying, "Because I can read minds."
"Tch, here we go again." Song Nian'an whined, "Ouch~~, don't shake it when it hits!"
The cameraman pretended not to understand.
Wen Jing and the cameraman exchanged a glance, then Wen Jing used his back to block the lens.
The cameraman tactfully turned his head away.
All I could hear was a sound that couldn't be played; it was a very deep kiss.
Ding-dong.
The elevator doors opened, and a foreigner raised his hand to cover his face, his voice hoarse, "Oh...sorry..."
Song Nian'an nestled her small face into Wen Jing's neck, her whole being enveloped in the intense love she had just felt.
After arriving at her room, Song Nian'an quickly took a shower and went to bed feeling completely exhausted.
As he was about to hug Wen Jing and kiss him, he discovered two large cameras installed behind the dining table and in the corner of the wall.
[Even sleeping... they have to film that? Would that even be broadcast? With this moonlight and this atmosphere, all we can do is... just sleep peacefully...]
Wen Jing turned the volume on her bedside phone to maximum and turned off the bedside lamp.
The tip of my tongue felt the Adam's apple bobbing.
In that instant, a wet kiss traveled down from his chest.
"No, we're still filming..." Song Nian'an raised her chin in a daze, her face flushed as if she were drunk.
Wen Jing forcefully pulled the blanket over their heads.
"Don't make too much noise."
"Wait a minute."
Even in the most luxurious hotels, the beds will creak under the strain.
Chen, who was passing by to pick up his takeout, also tagged them in the group chat.
Chen Ye: @Song Nian'an @Wen Jing, listening to such upbeat music in the middle of the night, that's pretty cool. I'll invite you two to join me next time I go to a bar.
Wen Jing's hand slipped out from under the covers, grabbed several tissues, and then withdrew it.
This is fucking too exciting...
The two of them were almost suffocating under the covers.
One little head peeked out and then tucked the blanket down further for the other head.
Go to sleep properly.
At 3:30 a.m., I had only slept for less than two hours. It felt like I had just closed my eyes when the production team woke me up.
The sky was pitch black, and the filming PD was already standing by the bed with a camera, the lens practically shoving into Song Nian'an's sleepy face.
The first thing I thought of when I opened my eyes was the napkins that had been scattered all over the floor yesterday!
Song Nian'an didn't even dare to sit up.
Now the whole country knows about the impeccably dressed CEO's unrestrained adult behavior at night!!
Wen Jing slowly raised her hand to her face and said in a hoarse voice, "We'll change our clothes, you guys go out for a bit."
The room was quiet. Unexpectedly, the CEO wasn't as grumpy as I'd imagined, and the two of them weren't in any exaggerated sleeping positions; they were just tightly wrapped in blankets.
The PD who was filming felt frustrated because he hadn't gotten any good footage, and he slunk away, closing the door behind him.
Wen Jing and Song Nian'an exchanged a glance and both laughed.
"Don't worry, I tidied everything up after you fell asleep yesterday."
"Pack...what?" Song Nian'an winked at him.
"You know perfectly well why." Wen Jing put his arm around Song Nian'an and pinched his waist. "Looks like you're not satisfied."
"Get up, I'm not messing around with you anymore." Song Nian'an sat up, looking at him with an expression that said, "You're kidding me."
"Is your body still able to handle it?" Wen Jing got out of bed, took out the clothes that were laid out in the closet, and quickly put them on his head.
"I can handle it! I'm in great shape!"
Wen Jing smiled, not noticing.
I almost fell asleep halfway through yesterday's work.
He lost consciousness, but his body was fine.
Fifteen minutes later, the two, dressed neatly, opened the door.
Both of them were dressed in hoodies and down jackets, looking very casual.
The morning air was exceptionally fresh, and the warmth of the blankets hadn't worn off yet, highlighting the skin's translucent, rosy glow.
Looking at the camera, Song Nian'an smiled slightly, "Good morning, everyone."
The assistant, who had been captivated by the boy's youthful energy, finally realized what was happening. "Let's go to the VIP room and meet everyone. Our first stop today is a hot air balloon."
Wen Jing put his hands in his pockets, and Song Nian'an held his arm as they took the elevator down to the VIP room on the first floor. The other three groups of guests had not yet arrived.
Song Nian'an leaned against Wen Jing and dozed off for a while.
Once everyone arrived, no one was particularly enthusiastic. After all, it wasn't even four o'clock yet, and anyone who had been on a plane for over ten hours needed a good night's sleep.
This is probably what they mean by "money is hard to earn, and life is hard to live."
[Wen Jing isn't short of money, so why is he rushing to eat shit with them?]
Song Nian'an let out a long sigh.
[Is it really necessary to go to such lengths to extend that love to everything associated with the object of affection?]
Wen Jing wanted to hit someone; he'd never heard of such a metaphor before.
What was supposed to be a romantic trip and a loving husband's company turned into, in Song Nian'an's eyes, being forced to eat shit with him.
Everyone was very sleepy along the way. It wasn't until five o'clock that we arrived at the campsite and were amazed by the colorful balloons and the roaring flames below.
As dawn breaks and the first rays of warm sunlight drift into the sky, one can gaze upon the "colorful planets" dancing in the air, and look down upon the unique local landscape: rolling hills, crisscrossing volcanic canyons, fairy chimneys, and caves. In the valleys filled with bizarre rocks, one truly understands the ultimate meaning of romance.
Wen Jing and his group drew the "passionate kiss" card, while the other three groups drew the "princess carry," "selfie recording a song," and "marriage proposal" cards.
It's obvious that the design was tailored to the specific circumstances of each couple, showing that the show put a lot of thought into it.
Since Wen Siyan and Shen Zhuangyue were only engaged, kneeling down on one knee on a hot air balloon to propose was perhaps the best way to express the romance of their love.
As hundreds of hot air balloons took off together, floating in the sky and earth in a riot of colors, the camera seemed to be counting down. Wen Jing held Song Nian'an by the back of the neck with one hand, and quickly kissed him on the lips, stroking his soft hair.
Soon, Song Nian'an lost her mind from the kiss, like a peeled lychee, almost bursting with juice.
I could hear Wen Jing's panting beside me.
Immediate braking is still quite necessary at this time.
Song Nian'an looked at the cameraman, whose face was even redder than his, and suddenly asked, "Teacher, are you married?"
The cameraman suddenly looked shy and said, "I... don't have a boyfriend yet."
That's really too kind of you.
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