Her long, beautiful hand slipped inside the man's sweater, her palm pressed against his hot skin.
Luo Jianxing pressed his forehead against hers, his thick eyelashes casting a shadow under his eyes.
"You've put it in the wrong place; this isn't my warmest place."
She smiled slightly, blinked, and asked with feigned confusion, "Then where is the warmest place?"
"It's not convenient to show here, let's go somewhere else." He straightened Li Man's skirt, picked her up, and walked out the door with a smile.
When they reached the foot of the mountain, Li Man hooked her arms around his neck and, with a little force, changed her princess carry into a bear hug, wrapping her long, beautiful legs around his strong waist.
"Are you really going to carry me upstairs?"
Luo Jianxing raised an eyebrow and asked her in return, "Don't you trust my physical strength?"
“I’m worried that you’ll waste all your energy on the journey and won’t have the strength to move when you get back to your room.”
His breathing became erratic, his eyes darkened, and he lifted his long legs to walk up the mountain.
"I'm starting to regret choosing the mountaintop. What should we do if I can't hold back my temper?"
Li Man leaned softly against the man's shoulder, her left hand drawing circles on his back, her right hand holding her phone, the light from the back of the phone illuminating the path beneath her feet.
"Cold salad, whatever you like, which one?"
I like three-word phrases.
“What a coincidence, I like it too.” Li Man straightened up, her arms lazily draped over her broad shoulders, and looked at him with a smile in her eyes.
"It's going to kill you." Luo Jianxing uttered two words in a low voice, then suddenly changed direction, walked to a big tree, pinned the person against the trunk, and silenced the little mouth that had been stirring his heart.
The birdsong in the forest blended with that ambiguous sound.
After lingering under the tree for nearly half an hour, Luo Jianxing continued walking up the mountain, still holding the soft, fluffy jade.
Li Man half-closed her eyes, her eyes filled with a layer of mist, and her moist lips parted slightly: "I was just saying, and you actually came. If someone were here, wouldn't they be killed on the spot?"
"There won't be anyone here at night. Apart from us, no one lives in these treehouses."
How did you know?
"It's obvious that the lights in the room aren't on."
Hearing the man's breathing become heavier, she teased, "You're panting so hard, put me down and I can walk myself. If you get tired, I'll have to carry you."
Luo Jianxing chuckled softly and lifted Li Man's thigh up forcefully.
The sound that escaped her red lips was so beautiful that even the moon would turn red upon hearing it.
"I can put you down, but are you sure you can walk?"
Li Man clenched her fist and punched him, but the force was more like a coquettish gesture than a direct hit.
"You're getting worse and worse."
"With you..." The smile on his handsome face faded, and Luo Jianxing stared ahead, whispering, "Manman, you were right, there really is someone. Try not to make a sound."
Li Man tensed up and looked back.
A beam of white light swayed and trembled on the ground. As the distance closed, the person who had appeared became clear.
The other party recognized them as well.
"I thought you were already resting because the room lights were off."
Luo Jianxing suppressed the impulse within him and a smile appeared on his face: "Why did you come down the mountain so late, boss?"
"There was a treehouse that was missing a cabinet. The workers had already left, so I had to install it myself. After I finished installing it, I felt a little tired and planned to rest for a while before going down the mountain. I didn't expect that when I opened my eyes again, it was already this time."
The guesthouse owner saw Li Man with her head buried in his arms and gave her a thumbs up: "There aren't many men who can carry their girlfriends up the mountain. You're a really good boyfriend."
The large hand under her skirt tightened, Li Man's eyelashes trembled, and she pursed her lips tightly.
Luo Jianxing sensed her reaction, and the smile in his eyes deepened: "Let's go up first, be careful when we come down the mountain after dark."
"You too."
After watching the person walk away, Li Man breathed a sigh of relief: "That was actually quite exciting."
"Your body tells me more than just a few points."
"Don't say anything, just go."
The pink-lit sign was not far away.
Luo Jianxing quickened his pace upstairs: "Manman, when did you start speaking so tactfully?"
"What?" She didn't quite understand.
"Just say you want me to do it."
Li Man: "…………"
When they reached the treehouse door, he held her in one arm and took out the room card with his right hand to swipe the card and open the door.
With a "bang," the door opened briefly and then closed again.
The sounds inside the house were just like the sound of the door closing.
...
Luo Shimiao held two slices of cake in her hands, looked at the empty courtyard, and said, "Where are the two of them? Why didn't they say anything before leaving?" She carried the cakes back into the house.
Luo Luo was sleeping soundly on the sofa, completely undisturbed by the conversation.
"I wish I could sleep this well," Lai Meiqi said wistfully, biting her fork.
She put the cake back on the table, sat down next to Luo Luo, and poked her smooth, tofu-like face with her fingertip: "Unless it's very noisy, you really can't wake her up."
Yao Bin realized that one person was missing: a man who would always be present if Luo Shimiao appeared.
"Shi Miao, where are your 'fashion items'?"
"Fashion items?" She frowned, looking at him with confusion. "What fashion items?"
Lai Meiqi knew what he meant, blinked, and smiled, "The man who made Yao Bin's heart flutter."
He corrected, "Almost! The difference is huge!"
Luo Shimiao understood: "He had an impromptu meeting, so he didn't come down." But it should be over by now.
She turned on her phone, looked at the time on the screen, and said softly, "Look, the director is asleep. It won't make a difference if it's just another ten or twenty minutes. Let's call it a day."
Yao Bin and Lai Meiqi nodded in unison and said at the same time, "Okay, okay."
The three of them looked at the photographer in unison, their smiles identical.
The cameraman felt uneasy under their gazes. He glanced at Director Zheng, who was snoring softly, swallowed hard, and said, "Director Zheng, everyone has finished what they were supposed to do. We're going to wrap up now."
Zheng Xiaopeng: "Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
He pointed the camera at Zheng Xiaopeng's face: "If you don't say anything, I'll take that as your agreement. Viewers in the live stream, you can be my witnesses."
[I grant your permission!]
[Oh my god, they didn't even warn me! That close-up shot was incredibly powerful.]
[I suddenly understand the kind of beauty that Sister Miaomiao was talking about—the kind that disregards the lives of others.]
This is the first time I've seen a director who's already asleep before filming is even finished.
[Director Zheng: As long as I'm present, it doesn't count as absenteeism.]
The three of them secretly gave the photographer a thumbs up.
The photographer turned the camera back on them and gave them a wink.
Luo Shimiao waved to the camera: "We're going to end the broadcast now, goodnight."
Lai Meiqi: "The day after tomorrow."
"See you there." Yao Bin replied tacitly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the photographer turned off the camera: "That's a wrap!"
Zheng Xiaopeng: "Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
The staff looked at each other, discussed for a moment, and then selected four of the strongest men.
They stood at the four corners of the recliner, bent down, and were about to lift the chair and the person away when Luo Shimiao interrupted them.
"Wait a moment."
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