small mango
It was around nine o'clock in the evening and it was already dark. Wen Xi had just come back with the script and found Zhao Yin waiting for him on the sofa.
"Brother Yin, are you waiting for me? Have you eaten yet?"
Zhao Yin gave a wicked smile, then stood up and walked towards Wen Xi, "Not yet, I'm waiting for you."
Wen Xi watched him slowly approach, then she slowly backed away and bumped into the door. The next second, he was in her arms. Zhao Yin lifted Wen Xi's chin and kissed her without hesitation. The kiss was very light, not as strong as before.
"Yin...Brother Yin...eat first...okay?"
"Then let's eat some fruit before dinner... small mangoes."
Wen Xi's face suddenly turned red, probably because he understood what he meant. Zhao Yin picked him up and carried him back to the bedroom, threw him on the bed, and untied his clothes and tie.
Before he could even support himself with his arms to sit up, Zhao Yin had already leaned over him.
He teased on purpose.
"Why are you panicking? It's not the first time."
Wen Xi turned her head away, but he pinched the tip of her ear and turned it back. She was forced to meet his gaze, her voice a little dazed: "But, but I haven't eaten yet..."
"It's a good appetizer before dinner," Zhao Yin lowered his head, brushing his forehead with the tip of his nose. His breath landed on his face, carrying a hint of mint. "After you finish eating the 'fruit,' I'll take you out to eat that Japanese restaurant you've been talking about for the past three days, okay?"
Wen Xi's face turned even redder, and his fingers grabbed the bed sheet beneath him. He knew what "fruit" Zhao Yin was talking about. Ever since Zhao Yin found out that he liked to eat mangoes, he always liked to use this as an excuse to tease him, and every time he managed to leave him speechless.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, but just pursed his lips and blushed, Zhao Yin couldn't help but chuckle, "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as your consent."
"I didn't..." Wen Xi was about to retort, but before he could finish his words, he was kissed by Zhao Yin.
This time the kiss was not as light as the one at the door just now. The tip of her tongue gently swept across his lower lip, which made Wen Xi instantly lose strength. Her hand on the bed sheet also loosened a little, and she unconsciously raised her hand to hook Zhao Yin's neck.
When Zhao Yin let him go, Wen Xi's breathing was already a little unstable, and the corners of his eyes were red, as if he had been bullied.
Zhao Yin looked at him like this, the smile in his eyes became even more intense, and he reached out and pinched his cheek: "Are you still being stubborn?"
Wen Xi ignored him, turned her head, buried her face in the pillow, and said in a muffled voice: "Then hurry up... otherwise the Japanese restaurant will be closed."
Zhao Yin chuckled, leaned over and turned him over, carefully avoiding the script he had just taken back, "What's the rush?"
He kissed the corner of Wenxi's eyes and said softly, "I've greeted this store. Wait for us to go over there."
Wen Xi was stunned for a moment, then looked up at him: "Have you arranged this a long time ago?"
"Why else do you think I was waiting for you on the sofa?" Zhao Yin reached out and ruffled his hair, messing it up even more. "I knew you'd be late getting the script today, so I asked my assistant to save a spot for you."
"Brother Yin," Wen Xi put his arms around Zhao Yin's waist, buried his face in his arms, and said softly, "Why are you so nice?"
Zhao Yin paused, then reached out to hug him back, her fingertips gently tracing his back, her tone carrying a subtle tenderness: "Only for your own good."
After a while, Wen Xi raised her head from his arms, her eyes sparkling: "Then... after eating 'fruit', let's go eat Japanese food, okay? I also want to try their salmon sushi."
Zhao Yin looked at the light in his eyes and couldn't help but lower her head and kiss the corner of his mouth again, her voice full of smiles: "Okay, I'll do as you say."
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