Chapter 80
Yingning looked up and met He Zhiqian's gaze.
His raven-black eyes were expressionless, as if he didn't care about this great adventure.
Shen Yan, however, was somewhat unhappy and said dejectedly, "I should have sat in Brother He's seat."
However, he didn't think much of it, since He Zhiqian and Ying Ning didn't have much contact in the cabin.
The only time was the time in the haunted house.
......
He Zhiqian felt her walk to his side, sit down lightly on his left, and lean closer to his ear.
A surge of heat rose to his chest, and the moonlit night whispered sweet nothings beside him:
“Mr. He, I got drunk in the market that day.”
"But I only went with you after I saw it was you."
"If it were you, it wouldn't matter if it were day after day, month after month, year after year."
“I’m right beside you,” she said, her fragrance almost enveloping him. He Zhiqian clearly heard her utter those last few words.
My heart will never change.
Her soft, murmuring words seemed to carry an unresolved emotional entanglement.
He Zhiqian turned his head slightly and felt her soft touch brushing against his ear.
Recently, he found a night-blooming cereus and often observed its appearance.
I saw her serene and aloof under the moonlight, her candid and genuine when drunk, her childlike innocence in the haunted house, and her unrestrained and broken nature.
Even today, at this moment.
He Zhiqian suddenly realized that he had seen too many of her scenes.
The beauty of this epiphyllum is beyond description.
so...
He only wanted to possess her.
......
After several rounds, night had fallen.
The last die rolled in the game was number 2.
Shen Yan, who was chosen, was already eager to try.
He simply couldn't believe that he could draw such bizarre adventure cards again.
He drew a card directly, flipped it over, and looked at it:
"Please choose to run 500 meters while carrying any person of the opposite sex." He read it aloud, his voice tinged with excitement.
Then he immediately turned to look at Yingning and reached out his hand:
"Yingning, how about I carry you on my back?"
His eyes were bright and alluring, and there was a hint of joy in them.
The next second, Shen Yan saw the little rose he had longed for reach out and place her hand on his shoulder:
Her eyes flickered, and her lips parted slightly:
Why not?
......
The 500-meter distance arranged by the program team was from the door of the cabin to the long-distance bus stop on the highway not far away.
With his back to Ying Ning, Shen Yan squatted down and said, "Miss Yu, please come up."
His playful words were full of affection.
"Then I'll go up. Don't think I'm heavy." Ying Ning gently wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, and with a slight leap, Shen Yan stood up.
"Oh dear, this is so heavy." Shen Yan deliberately pretended that he could hardly carry her and made a sound.
"Chen Yan!" This caused her to blush, a rare sight indeed.
Their bodies were pressed together, and he could even feel a beautiful sensation gently resting on his back.
"Just kidding, don't be angry." Shen Yan turned his head and looked at Ying Ning, who was nestled against his neck. He naturally didn't miss the redness at the corners of her phoenix eyes.
"It's very light, you can eat more tomorrow."
Not only was it not heavy, but she carried it on her back with almost no effort.
The photographer was taking pictures of the two of them.
The road stretches endlessly under the stars, each lamp casting its own shadow.
Shen Yan carried her on his back, and a street lamp cast their shadows. The person on his back seemed to unconsciously hug him tighter because of the movement.
He stepped toward the next streetlamp, and it seemed as if a brand new shadow appeared.
Shen Yan saw that their shadows overlapped, and for a moment they were incredibly intertwined.
"Yingning, do you know what I'm thinking about?"
The person on his back slightly raised their head: "What are you thinking about?"
Shen Yan slowly recited a line from a song: "Two people along the road in my dream, only daring to embrace each other's reflections."
After speaking, he deliberately stopped and stood between the two lamps.
"Look, doesn't it look like our reflections embracing?"
Yingning looked up and saw the shadows on the ground, the two shadows intertwined, but she shook her head:
"But we are not embracing each other as reflections."
"At most, it can be considered that I am hugging you."
Then she hugged Shen Yan's neck even tighter, indicating that she hadn't said anything wrong.
The artistic atmosphere that Shen Yan had just created was instantly shattered by a single sentence from her.
But I wasn't angry.
After all, he would have been willing to be hugged by her too.
But he still deliberately teased Yingning, speaking in a carefree manner:
"Oh, you're so clueless about the atmosphere."
"Then I'm out of touch with the atmosphere."
After saying that, he carried Yingning on his back and ran.
Instead, it seemed to frighten the person on his back.
"Chen Yan, slow down." Her breath sprayed onto his neck, almost kissing his carotid artery.
“Chen...Yan”.
"You...don't..."
Her voice, soft and delicate in the wind, flowed into Shen Yan's ears.
The photographer was chasing after them.
After teasing her, Shen Yan stopped bothering her and then suddenly stopped walking.
"Baby..." Before he could finish speaking, he felt the person behind him fall onto his back before he could react, and a hot, soft object landed on the back of his neck.
He received a pampered rose kiss on the back of his neck.
Shen Yan suddenly felt his mind go blank, a strange dryness in his throat, and a burning sensation on the back of his neck that even spread to his chest.
The surge of adrenaline gradually enveloped him in a tingling sensation.
Shen Yan felt her back was extremely hot, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether it was her temperature or her own.
It was summer, and their skin inevitably brushed against each other where they were close together. Shen Yan felt her soft flesh brush against his collarbone.
Shen Yan's Adam's apple twitched involuntarily.
The sound of cicadas rising in the air seemed to remind them that they were secretly watching this scene of lust.
In an instant, Shen Yan heard a throbbing sound in his chest, as if all the feelings hidden deep in his heart had been brought to the surface.
He heard the sound of someone breathing heavily behind him:
"Chen Yan, why did you suddenly run so fast?"
"Stop running like that."
Shen Yan lowered his eyes, staring intently at her shadow on the road, and spoke slowly and hoarsely:
"Um."
"Yes, ma'am."
He carried her on his back, as if carrying his own little world.
Step by step, they marched toward a future they believed in.
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