The girl's face flushed red, her watery eyes glared at him, her cheeks puffed up: "I took the photo, why delete it?"
Cheng Qian sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes slightly drooping: "But it's not safe..."
From a short distance, Xihe clearly saw the moment she finished speaking. His eyes lit up, and he must have been very happy in his heart. But he pretended to be happy with her: "Well, you are right."
Cheng Qian:! ! !
He immediately looked up and was caught off guard by Xihe's angry gaze.
Cheng Qian froze, his eyes darting left and right, and he said guiltily, "I won't take it outside. If I look at it alone, no one will notice..."
"Don't delete it, okay?"
The handsome face came closer and was right under Xihe's eyelids.
He had excellent facial features, with long eyes and thin eyebrows, a high nose bridge, and a flattering smile on his face. Xihe's heart was pounding, and she couldn't help but push his face away: "Get out of the way."
What are you doing? What are you doing? Are you using the beauty trap?
Cheng Qiancai didn't move, but instead directly held the person in his arms, lowered his head and kissed him: "I really want to hide you."
He ignored Xihe's weak struggle, lowered his head and rubbed her lips slowly, his movements were gentle, but the grip on her waist gradually became heavier, as if he wanted to sew her into his chest.
Since the first night he moved in, and seeing that she didn't kick him out, he pretended to be deaf and dumb and stayed.
The two are now living together.
The house has three bedrooms and two living rooms, one of which is used as a study and the other two are bedrooms.
They spend every day together and the other person is still his sweetheart. Cheng Qian doesn't dare to do big things, but he does kiss and hug.
Cheng Qian caressed Xihe's slender waist until her fair skin gradually turned a light red. Then he bit her earlobe and said in a vague voice, "Is it okay?"
Xihe's head was dizzy and he couldn't hear clearly: "Hmm?"
Cheng Qian let go of her, leaned over her, and said in a hoarse voice, "Is it okay?"
The young man's eyes were burning with desire, and his hot breath sprayed on his face. Xihe's mind cleared a little, and he remembered that he had to go to the crew to film in two days. He turned his face away and said: "The filming will be in a few days, maybe next time."
Their clothes were disheveled, and their chests were heaving violently, as if they were on the verge of death.
Cheng Qian was startled and let go of her: "Okay."
After he finished speaking, he stood up from the bed, lowered his head to straighten his clothes, and asked Xihe: "Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat."
Xihe couldn't see his expression, she only saw Cheng Qian adjusting the cuffs of his clothes over and over again. His fingertips were slightly blue from exerting too much force. He looked a little flustered and even unintentionally a little uneasy.
Admittedly, she did not refuse him to move in, but she never showed any desire for further intimacy.
Cheng Qian felt that he understood something, but also something he didn't understand. Was she keeping him hanging? Or was she afraid that if she followed him, she would meet the right person in the future and it would be too late to regret it?
He was not a gentleman, and the first thought that came to his mind was that she was leaving a way out for herself.
Cheng Qian suddenly felt his eyes a little sore, as if something wanted to flow out. He blinked hard and tried to keep his voice steady: "Is there anything you want to eat?"
Xihe watched for a long moment, then stepped forward, put her arms around his neck, and pretended not to notice his sudden stiffness. "I've thought about it, and it doesn't seem to affect the filming much. Let's do it again?"
Cheng Qian pursed his lips and said nothing. After a few seconds, he spoke again, his tone normal: "Forget it, filming is more important."
He turned around and pecked her on the cheek quickly: "I'll make you braised pork."
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