The production team of "The Lost Dreams of the Ancient City" has really had a lot of trouble. Every time they start filming, something happens. There has been no progress so far. Both Feng Guang and Yu Shu have available schedules. Even Qiu Liang, an atheist, is getting anxious.
Liu Han strongly suggested that Qiu Liang change the filming location. She didn't have time to care about Feng Guang, which gave Feng Guang the opportunity to sneak out. She wore a hat and sunglasses, covering much of her beautiful face. Looking at herself in the mirror, she nodded in satisfaction.
Why is Feng Guang dressed like that?
A pleasant voice rang out from behind, startling Feng Guang. Turning around, she saw An Yi and took off her sunglasses, then breathed a sigh of relief. "An Yi, could you please not make such a sudden sound behind me next time? It scares me."
"I'm sorry..." An Yi wanted to hug her, but he hesitated when he heard her slightly reproachful words.
Their cautious manner is truly heartbreaking.
Feng Guang sighed deeply, because she found that she had no resistance to this male ghost. She walked over and hugged him, burying her head in his chest. Sure enough, she could not hear his heartbeat.
An Yi was taken aback by her initiative. Then, his dark yet clear eyes brightened. He wrapped one arm around her waist and gently stroked her back with the other. He lowered his head, pressed it against the top of her head, and happily inhaled her unique scent.
Even without speaking, the act of embracing can last for a long time, and the tenderness can be felt even in silence.
Feng Guang suddenly admired herself. Even now, she was still afraid of ghosts, but today she actually took the initiative to hug a ghost and felt a kind of inexplicable sweetness. She had the answer: she was afraid of ghosts, but she was no longer afraid of him.
After a long silence, just as she was about to fall asleep in his arms, she suddenly remembered something. She looked up to ask him, but he was looking down, so when she looked up, their faces were very close, and their lips were only a little distance apart from kissing.
He stared at her without blinking, remaining motionless as if waiting for her response.
An Yi's eyes reflected her figure as if it were his entire world. Feng Guang's heart warmed, and she stood on tiptoe to kiss his lips.
He trembled involuntarily, but soon he also lightly extended his tongue to trace the shape of her lips. However, he was not satisfied with a light kiss. His nimble tongue slid into her mouth, found her fragrant tongue, and made her dance with him, taking every corner inside and sucking every inch of air.
Feng Guang was surprised by how good this man's kissing skills were, which made her regret her impulsive actions. She noticed that her body was gradually softening, but An Yi still had no intention of ending it.
Feng Guang's rationality returned briefly. She pressed down on his flailing hand and pushed against his chest with her other hand, saying intermittently, "An Yi...stop, stop."
An Yi's eyes shone with a captivating light, and his gentle gaze became almost bewitching because of this light. He was puzzled, puzzled as to why she, who had started it all, had called it over.
Feng Guang couldn't help but wonder what kind of man she had provoked. He seemed... seemed to possess a kind of poison that was impossible to resist.
Since you can't refuse, then don't refuse.
She took his hand, led him to the bedside, and suddenly pushed him onto the bed. Then, she sat on his waist, bent down, lowered her head, and whispered in his ear, "An Yi, why don't we take our relationship a step further?"
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