Chapter 47 Murdering one’s own husband?
He tried hard to pry open Chi Cheng's iron arms that were wrapped around his waist, but to no avail.
Chi Cheng finally stopped tickling, but his embrace didn't loosen at all.
He rested his chin on Wu Suowei's neck and took a deep breath. His clean scent, mixed with a hint of sweat, lingered at his nose.
In the script, it’s time for Da Lei to say that cheesy line.
Chi Cheng looked at the slightly heaving back and red ears of the person in his arms, and a corner of his heart softened. The line that was supposed to be a bit joking and teasing was slowly recited by him in an unusually low and even hoarse voice.
"Well, with fish like this, what more could I ask for?"
The voice came in close to his ear, low and magnetic, with an indescribable seriousness that made Wu Suowei's back numb.
The heat from the struggle just now had not yet subsided, and now the sound made me feel flustered and confused.
He stiffened his body, trying to find his voice, trying to use lines from the script to cover up his panic: "Where did you learn all these words?"
Chi Cheng hugged him and could clearly feel his rapid heartbeat.
He was silent for a moment, looking at the fine hairs on the back of Wu Suowei's neck, and his Adam's apple rolled.
He tightened his arms, pulling the man deeper into his embrace, his lips almost touching the skin of his neck, his voice extremely low, with a sincerity that was almost a sigh.
"I learned it for you."
Wu Suowei's body trembled violently, and a layer of tiny bumps instantly appeared on the skin on the side of his neck where Chi Cheng's breath touched.
There was a buzzing sound in my head, and the script, anger, fear... all thoughts were blown away.
All that was left was Chi Cheng's hot embrace and the unmistakable, damn seriousness in his deep voice.
Learned for me?
It was clearly a line from the script, but Wu Suowei inexplicably felt that Chi Cheng was talking to him.
A huge, unfamiliar heat suddenly rushed to the top of my head, and my cheeks felt hot as if they were burning.
He froze in Chi Cheng's arms, forgetting to struggle, forgetting his lines, and even holding his breath.
Chi Cheng felt his instant stiffness and rapidly rising body temperature, and the corners of his mouth curled up almost imperceptibly.
He didn't say anything else, nor did he let go. He just held her quietly, rubbing his chin lightly against the soft top of Wu Suwei's head.
mine.
"Pa! Pa! Pa!" The sudden sound of applause rang out in the quiet lounge.
Brother Nian pushed the door open with a bird's nest on his head, followed by a rather innocent-looking yellow-haired guy with a smile on his face. "Good! Very good! This feels right! This is the kind of sticky feeling I want! Da Lei's possessiveness, Xiao Yu's shyness that wants to refuse but also wants to accept! It's perfect!"
He completely ignored Wu Suowei's instantly reddened ears and Chi Cheng's suddenly cold eyes. He rubbed his hands excitedly, "Come on, come on! Teachers, you're in great shape! Let's get straight to the point! Get ready for the lighting and photography!"
Wu Suowei seemed to be awakened and suddenly struggled out of Chi Cheng's arms, with such a big movement that he almost knocked over the stool.
He lowered his head and frantically straightened his wrinkled clothes. He didn't dare to look at Chi Cheng at all. He just felt the heat on his face getting higher and higher.
Reluctant but willing? Shy? Brother Nian, are you blind?!
Chi Cheng's arms felt empty and his eyes darkened.
He stood up slowly, adjusted his cuffs, and glanced at Wu Suowei's red neck and ears, with a hint of triumph flashing in the depths of his eyes.
He looked at Brother Nian and his voice returned to its usual cold tone: "Well, shoot it."
The dazzling light shone down, burning my skin with heat.
Wu Suowei stood in front of the kitchen set, holding a plastic prop carrot in his hand, his fingertips cold.
The strong gaze from behind him burned him like a branding iron.
It's started... There's no hiding...
Forget it... Wu Suowei, this is work, it's for money!
Calm down, one coin... two coins... three coins...
Hey hey hey hey...
He took a deep breath, trying to stuff himself into the shell of "little fish", and pretended to be concentrating on cutting the air.
My heart was beating so fast that it seemed like it was going to jump out of my throat.
Chi Cheng's arms came around him again and held his waist.
The force was heavier and tighter than during the audition, with a force that left no room for escape, almost squeezing him completely into the embrace.
The hot chest pressed against his back, and the heat was transmitted continuously through two thin layers of costume T-shirts, making Wu Suowei's heart tremble.
Wu Suowei's body tensed up instantly, and the prop carrot in his hand almost flew out.
Again?!
The force of the tight hoop, with a domineering attitude that declared sovereignty, suffocated him.
"What delicious food are you making? I can smell the fragrance from far away." Chi Cheng's voice sounded close to Wu Suowei's ear, low and gentle as the script required, but if you listened carefully, there was a hint of imperceptible tension underneath.
He tightened his arms, rested his chin heavily on Wu Suwei's neck, and his nose almost touched his skin.
I hugged you again... I really want to squeeze you into my bones...
Wu Suowei just wanted to curse.
He stiffened his neck, his voice forced out stiffly, each word tinged with icy resistance: "Slippers stewed in sheets, okay?!"
The muscles in Chi Cheng's arms tensed noticeably.
He could feel the body in his arms still stiff and rejecting.
Chi Cheng's throat rolled, and the mask of gentleness he had been deliberately maintaining cracked. The sinister and domineering nature of Chi Cheng leaked out, and his voice was cold and deep: "Murdering your husband?"
It's no longer a question, it's more like a statement of fact.
The fire in Wu Suowei's heart suddenly burned, making his eyes sore.
He turned his head sharply, trying to break free from the suffocating embrace, his voice filled with suppressed anger: "Who are you? I don't know you!"
Liar! Humph!
"Hmm?" Chi Cheng's tone rose dangerously at the end, with a strong nasal tone, completely deviating from the setting of the script.
Under the light, his dark eyes were like a whirlpool, rolling with the familiar, heart-pounding paranoia that Wu Suowei was familiar with.
The script is about Da Lei being tickled.
Chi Cheng's hand moved and suddenly grabbed Wu Suowei's chin.
The force was quite strong and irresistible, forcing him to turn his head and face Chi Cheng's face which was so close to him.
The warm breaths intertwined in an instant.
Wu Suowei's pupils suddenly contracted.
The force on his chin and the sudden shortened distance between them made the hairs on his body stand on end.
What is he going to do? !
Isn't this in the script?
Why did he come up with this trick again?
"What else?" Chi Cheng's voice was so low, like sandpaper, that only Wu Suowei could hear it.
Those bottomless eyes locked onto him, churning with an emotion so intense it was almost painful that Wu Suowei couldn't understand.
"Do you recognize him?" This was no longer a line in the dialogue, but Chi Cheng's questioning.
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