Chapter 1687
After a long silence, the girl closed her eyes and opened her lips.
“…”
The sound was so soft that Cheng Zhiyuan didn't hear it at all.
He asked reflexively,
"What?"
The girl's cheeks turned red.
She raised her voice slightly, but it was still as soft as a mosquito.
"Don't leave."
Cheng Zhiyuan: ...
There were too many excitements tonight and Mr. Cheng felt very tortured.
He looked at Miss Shen, who was as fresh and nervous as a lamb to be slaughtered, and he didn't know how much self-control he used before he slowly said,
"You have a fever."
"......It doesn't matter,"
Shen Pianxian opened her eyes slightly and looked at him, then immediately closed them tightly as if she was burned, and shrank into the quilt, but her hands holding the man's clothes never let go. She pursed her lips and blushed as she said,
"Are you afraid that I might infect you?"
Cheng Zhiyuan clenched his teeth so hard that his voice became hoarse and the veins on his forehead were almost popping out.
Seeing that he hadn't responded yet, Shen Pianxian showed an expression of shame and anger on her face, and even her eyelids were slightly red. She looked particularly beautiful and fragile under the dim bedside lamp.
"I have to go back to the crew tomorrow afternoon, I...I think..."
She didn't say anything. She was too embarrassed to continue and her face became redder and redder. The final result was that Miss Shen was so angry that she kicked the man and said angrily in self-abandonment,
"Forget it, just go away!"
This kick wrapped in the quilt didn't hurt at all, and it was full of aggrieved and coquettish feeling.
Cheng Zhiyuan held her kicking leg with one hand through the quilt, tightened his palm, and roughly determined that it was the calf, so he moved down along the calf until he held the ankle and stopped.
Mr. Cheng no longer wants to leave.
He supported himself with one hand beside Shen Pianpian and leaned over to kiss her eyelids, his strength gentle but extremely restrained.
"If I leave now, I really wouldn't be a man."
The sound was vaguely heard close to the girl's eyelids.
Then the kiss gradually spread downwards, pecking at her eyelashes, the tip of her nose, her teardrop mole, her profile like a kissing fish, and finally landing on her lips, finally gradually going deeper.
Even through a thin quilt, it felt like a flame was burning from someone's body, transmitting the scorching temperature into the blood and bone marrow.
The light was dim, making the blush on the girl's face look even more charming.
Shen Pianpian closed her eyes, and her hands that were grabbing the man's clothes unconsciously let go and instead grabbed his neck.
Cheng Zhiyuan loosened the girl's ankles, put one hand around her waist through the quilt, and without hesitation, reached into the quilt with the other hand.
Three thirty in the morning.
The bedside lamp was suddenly turned on.
The man put on his shirt, picked up the girl on the bed, wrapped her in a bath towel, and walked into the bathroom.
About another hour later, he carried the person out and moved to another bedroom to sleep.
The girl fell asleep almost as soon as she touched the bed, with her face buried in the soft quilt, her brows slightly wrinkled, looking particularly aggrieved.
Cheng Zhiyuan couldn't fall asleep for a long time.
He propped up his head and looked at her lazily with his eyes squinted, stroking her ears and hair from time to time, until Chen Pianpian moved her head impatiently and tried to bury herself in the quilt, then he finally reached out and pressed her into his arms and closed his eyes.
But the consciousness is still clear.
The corners of his lips, which were always cold and abstinent, remained curled up all night long and did not disappear until dawn.
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