After being on variety shows, I will draw big cakes for the actor

Chapter 101

The two looked at each other.

A short but long moment passed, and a certain restless thought was like a denser and denser bubbling, surging layer by layer under the membrane called silence.

Zhong Jiuyin supported both sides of the mop bucket, did not pull herself out, did not cover the mouse's beating heart, but stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked her lips.

At that moment, Yan Cheng's eyes were like gathered light sources, tightly focused on her lips.

Mingming's eyes are dim and unclear, but they bring a strong sense of aggression.

It reminded her of the spotlights used in the commercial shooting that day. While the strong light was on, it emitted a fiery temperature, making her whole body hot.

Being stared at by him now is like being crushed by some hot substance on the lips, and the heat quickly spread from the lips to the whole body.

She reacted, stopped the urge to lick, and wiped her lower lip with the back of her hand.

Then she stared back at him, with scrutiny in her eyes.

Outside, the plot of "someone walked to a certain door" has probably already progressed, and the inside and outside of the door are surprisingly quiet.

There is not much time left for them to be relatively silent. This is still on and off the camera on the show, and they will have to go out soon.

Someone had to break the silence.

Yan Cheng didn't wait for a word, lowered his eyes, his dark eyes were covered by thick eyelashes, and his lips were pursed, making him feel a little fragile and lost.

It seemed that he was the one who was taken advantage of.

Although this matter can't say who is taking advantage of who.

"Sorry, I……"

He deliberately restrained his breathing, and lowered his voice, trying to reduce this incident into an accident that no one wanted to happen.

But halfway through his words, Zhong Jiuyin said firmly, "You are a murderer, aren't you?"

Yan Cheng: "...Why do you say that?"

Also, why are you saying this now?

Zhong Jiuyin was still sitting in the drying bucket, her posture was not very elegant, but it did not delay her momentum of pointing Jiang Shan and lashing out at Fang Qiu.

She squinted her eyes and looked him up and down, then unilaterally concluded the accident just now, and said word by word:

"You are using a beauty trick on me, trying to disturb my thoughts and make the good team lose a mainstay."

Yan Cheng: "..."

It's really cracked and it can't represent his true feelings now.

The viscous and hot atmosphere just now was smashed by her words. He took a deep breath to keep his heart rate at a normal level, and then said calmly:
"No need, you can't think about not having an impact on the good guys team."

Anyway, the mainstay is not her.

"You didn't deny that you were the murderer." Zhong Jiuyin seized the loopholes in his words and fought back.

"Nor denying that you are using a beauty trap."

After finishing speaking, she looked at him proudly, and the posture of soaking in the basin was made into a heroic posture of sitting on the throne by her.

Yan Cheng stared at her again.

Originally, she was going to let her go, as if this kiss had never happened, but she wanted to talk about a beauty trick.

After concentrating her eyes for a long time, Zhong Jiuyin felt a prickly feeling where he was staring at.

The space in this place is too small, ordinary eyes and contact can taste a little special, let alone intentional.

Yan Cheng asked her: "Did that beauty trick disturb your thoughts?"

Zhong Jiuyin was taken aback, and scratched his heart.

It looked like a mouse was jumping here just now, maybe, probably, maybe it worked?

but-

"Not at all," she said.

Good-looking people can make people's hearts thump, but that's all. She would be startled when she met a real mouse, wouldn't her heart thump too?

Yan Cheng had predicted her answer, but he was not surprised, he nodded like chatting with someone he didn't know well: "That's really a pity."

As if not expecting her to answer anything else.

Then he said: "I don't know which room the murderer will be passing by. We have to be prepared. Can you get up?"

He asked that question on purpose, and now what he said was a serious matter, Zhong Jiuyin looked at him twice unexpectedly, and answered him with a drying bucket: "Yes."

"But your hair seems to be stuck on the extension rod of the mop." He knelt down and approached suddenly, "don't move, I'll pull your hair out."

Before she had time to look back to see if it was real or not, Yan Cheng's chest pressed towards her.

How can this work!How could her stunning killer let others touch her hair? Isn't this exposing the back of her fragile head to people who don't know the bottom line?

She immediately put her hands on Yan Cheng's shoulders, ready to push him away vigorously.

It's just that the palms were just firmly attached, and before pushing, Yan Cheng thought that her posture was unstable, so he lightly supported her shoulder with his hand, left a sentence of "be careful", and then quickly backed away.

As before, keep the most polite distance in the limited space.

"It's fine now." He gestured.

It's just really helpful.

But Zhong Jiuyin only felt that the others had withdrawn, but the feeling left behind was still firmly attached to her body.

When he spoke just now, his breath fell on the skin on the back of her neck. The cool breath that passed by for a moment was so light that it couldn't be lighter, but it made that small piece of skin tense instantly, and the numbness spread all over the body.

Shocked, goose bumps appeared on the skin exposed to the air.

Zhong Jiuyin blinked and looked at the person in front of him.

Yan Cheng didn't seem to understand why she didn't get up yet: "What, can't you get up? Do you need my help?"

She blinked again: "No need."

Then he got up, kicked the mop bucket away, and stood face to face with him.

Squeezed tightly together and still facing each other, no matter how you turn your eyes, they will always fall on each other, which is a bit embarrassing.Close friends are not willing to stick eye to eye, especially people in other relationships.

They could only try to leave a gap between the two of them, one turned his head to the left and the other turned to the right, relying on serious conversation to reduce embarrassment and suppress other inappropriate thoughts along the way.

Yan Cheng tilted his head to look at the door panel, listened to the movement outside and said: "After we came in, someone appeared in front of a certain door, which means that the murderer should be hiding alone, and the follow-up plot should be supplemented by the other two rooms." people to complete it, maybe it will be us.”

"Oh," Zhong Jiuyin lowered her head, rubbed her hands on the back of her neck as if she was tickling, and asked absent-mindedly, "Then did you hear the footsteps?"

"No. It may have passed just now, but we didn't hear it."

When it was mentioned just now, both of them paused, their eyes met for a moment in the dark mid-air, and then quickly staggered away.

Zhong Jiuyin stopped touching the back of her neck, looked casually at the cleaning tools next to her, and asked casually, "Then shall we go out now?"

Yan Cheng stuck behind the door and listened, then closed the doorknob with his hand: "It should be possible."

There was a clicking sound of the door opening, but he didn't pull away immediately, but turned his head and said in a low voice: "There are piles of shots outside, you go out behind me, just pretend...it was an accident, nothing happened. "

Zhong Jiuyin raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes seemed to say, "For your state, you can tell something terrible has happened just by looking at it."

I didn't think there was anything at first, but his exhortations made me feel guilty that "the survivors are so shameless in the murderer's territory".

Zhong Jiuyin frowned and nodded, and then he opened the door with confidence.

(End of this chapter)