"Ajiang, stand there." Song Fei gestured to Yan Jiang to stand by the fence and take a photo with the elephant.
Yan Jiang obediently walked over to take the photo. When Song Fei was about to press the camera button, this man who had appeared on VOGUE magazine several times and was known as the male god of hard photos, raised his scissors hand, grinned, and laughed like a little fool.
After taking the photo, Song Fei lowered her head and stared at the photo for a while, then silently transferred the photo to her private cloud album.
Yan Jiang suddenly waved at her, "Come here too, let's take a photo together."
Song Fei hesitated for a moment, but still walked over. She was half a head shorter than Yan Jiang, and Yan Jiang had to bend down to be on her level. Song Fei held up her phone and counted down: "Three, two, one!"
Just as she finished counting, she was suddenly kissed on the cheek. Song Fei's hand trembled and she pressed the camera button.
She slowly raised her head and looked at Yan Jiang with eyes that could freeze anyone to death. "Want to die?" Song Fei's tone was so cold that it could shake off ice chips.
Yan Jiang: "I like you. I couldn't help the kiss just now. If being unable to help yourself is a crime, then you can beat me to death." Yan Jiang acted like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water.
Song Fei said nothing, just patted Yan Jiang's neck and left.
Yan Jiang found it unbelievable. She just let him go like that?
Song Fei really dotes on him!
Yan Jiang quickly chased after Song Fei. When he caught up with Song Fei, Yan Jiang saw Song Fei applying lipstick. He stared at Song Fei's pink lips, his mind distracted.
At this moment, Yan Jiang suddenly felt a little itchy. He scratched it once, but couldn't help scratching it a second time. "Song Fei, don't you feel itchy?"
Yan Jiang stared at Song Fei's fair skin. He scratched his neck and collarbone and said, "My neck is itchy. Are there fleas here?"
Song Fei curled her lips, ignored Yan Jiang, and continued to look at her giraffe.
Yan Jiang scratched himself so hard that his skin was almost broken. He accidentally saw Song Fei's smiling face, realized something, and felt unwell.
"Song Fei, when you touched my neck just now, was there something on your fingers?" Song Fei had been indulging Yan Jiang during this period of time. Yan Jiang almost forgot what a cruel and brutal woman Song Fei was.
She is a witch who has dared to shoot through the tires of her pursuers' cars with a gun since she was a child!
Song Fei sneered and said leisurely, "This is a new gadget that I've developed. You're the first guinea pig to be tested. I call it Cute Itch."
Cute as hell!
Yan Jiang scratched his neck and collarbone hard, begging her as he scratched: "Song Fei, give me the antidote, my neck hurts so much."
Song Fei shook her head with a wooden face, "No."
Yan Jiang: "Really?"
Song Fei nodded seriously, "We just developed the poison and haven't had time to develop the antidote yet."
Yan Jiang whispered: "Song Fei, you are so cruel, is it really that serious? I kissed you secretly and you retaliated against me like this, you! Me! I..."
"What's wrong with you?" Song Fei looked at Yan Jiang leisurely, not believing that Yan Jiang would dare to hit her.
Yan Jiang is a little coward and doesn't have the courage to attack her.
Yan Jiang suddenly stepped forward, lowered his head and cupped Song Fei's cheeks, and while she wasn't paying attention, he kissed her directly. He kept kissing until the skin on her collarbone became itchy again, and then Yan Jiang let go of Song Fei.
While tickling her, he provoked Song Fei, "No big deal, just kiss her enough!" The little coward had long since turned into a big bad wolf. Not only was he not afraid of her, he also wanted to eat her all the time.
Song Fei was rarely stunned and didn't move.
After winning the game, Yan Jiang finally felt relieved. He touched his lips. The touch of kissing Song Fei just now was so beautiful, soft and addictive.
Yan Jiang wanted to kiss her again.
But once he met Song Fei's cold gaze, Yan Jiang didn't dare to offend her again. He had only been able to kiss Song Fei just now because she was not prepared. Now that Song Fei was on guard, Yan Jiang would never succeed again.
As if looking at Yan Jiang any longer would make her eyes dirty, Song Fei turned around and walked away quickly.
Yan Jiang strode after her, walking side by side with her, determined to persevere to the end. "I kissed you without your consent. I admit it was my fault. I'm willing to be beaten and scolded, but I will do it again next time."
Song Fei snorted coldly, "You've become quite capable."
Yan Jiang: "You said that boys should be brave. Crying is annoying. I'm brave now. You can't dislike me."
"Oh..."
Song Fei's pace became faster and faster.
Yan Jiang followed her for a few steps and suddenly stopped when he noticed something. He lowered his head, looked at his neck and collarbone, and murmured, "Why isn't it itchy anymore?"
Yan Jiang's heartbeat suddenly quickened when he thought of something.
Song Fei heard the clatter of footsteps behind her, but she continued walking. Suddenly, someone chasing her grabbed her arm. Song Fei had no choice but to stop and look up, meeting Yan Jiang's smiling eyes.
This man has become darker, but he is still handsome. As expected, good looks come from all skin colors.
"I know where the antidote is." Yan Jiang's eyes sparkled, his tone full of excitement.
Song Fei: "There really is no antidote."
Yan Jiang suddenly leaned over and kissed Song Fei again. This time, he kissed her very gently, as if he was kissing the wind and rain, very carefully.
After letting go of Song Fei, Yan Jiang put his forehead against hers and said in a hoarse voice, "You applied the antidote on your lips, right?" What she had applied before was not lipstick, but the antidote for the itching powder.
In two seconds, Song Fei's cheeks turned completely red.
Song Fei was still struggling, "Really? The effect of the itching powder only lasts for a few minutes. There is no such thing as an antidote." She would never admit that there was such a thing as an antidote.
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