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

Chapter 216 Pilgrimage
This round of kissing is again mesmerizing new technology.

Yan Cheng's breathing was like a tropical monsoon blowing on the surface of her skin, bringing her attention from her cheeks to her collarbone.

Zhong Jiuyin couldn't care less about whether the neckline was tight or not, her legs were a little weak.

Yan Cheng always held her waist with one hand, and when he realized that she was not standing still, he supported her up with his palm, as if he could feel each other's body temperature through a layer of bathrobe.

His palm just matched the line of her waist, and when he gently moved his hand forward, Zhong Jiuyin took a staggered step and stuck it directly in his arms.

"Hey." Just about to continue the kiss, Zhong Jiuyin suddenly called out.

Yan Cheng raised his head, saw her red collarbone, swallowed his throat and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I have a cramp in my leg." She leaned her whole body against him, raised her left foot to twitch, and frowned in pain.

"Cramp?" Yan Cheng supported her, and only dared to take her to the sofa after seeing her recover, then squatted down in front of her, "Let me see."

They kissed so hard just now, Yan Cheng's voice was a little low, Zhong Jiuyin touched her throat, and raised her left leg to show him.

The marks left by the car accident on her calf are still obvious, and one can imagine how terrible what she went through back then.

"It may be the sequelae of the car accident. I still have to go and check it carefully. If the leg doesn't recover, the consequences will be very serious." Yan Cheng said with a frown.

Zhong Jiuyin nodded in unison: "I know, when I have time..."

As soon as she heard it, she just said it casually, so Yan Cheng simply set a time for her: "Tomorrow, I will fly abroad on Wednesday, and I still have time tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, so I can go with you."

...No, it seems imminent.

"I'll go by myself, don't bother you."

Yan Cheng looked up at her: "Don't bother, it should be done. A boyfriend has many uses, not just a fully automatic kissing machine."

Zhong Jiuyin: "..."

It feels contained.

She kicked her foot, and Yan Cheng seemed to realize that he was still holding her leg, he let go after a moment, and put the slipped bathrobe back on that leg.

He asked again, "Are there any scars besides the calf?"

"There's still a little on the thigh and back. What, you want to see?"

Yan Cheng: "If you don't mind."

Zhong Jiuyin squinted his eyes and looked at him, trying to see the words ulterior motives from his face.

"You really know how to pretend to be a gentleman."

Yan Cheng: "?"

"Actually, the original intention in my heart was to hook me up to take off my bathrobe, right? Caring tenderly and lovingly is just your means, and breaking through my defense is your ultimate goal."

Yan Cheng: "..."

He frowned and asked blankly, "What bedside books have you read recently?"

"Why do you ask this? It's just a wonderful literary work."

"name."

"The Grim Hero and the Merry Widow."

"...Listen to yourself, is this suitable for bedside reading?" Poison is about the same.

Zhong Jiuyin disagreed with his prejudice: "I don't limit myself to appearance when I look at people, and I don't care about names when I read books. As long as the content inside is beautiful. Hey, my legs don't hurt anymore, you can get up now."

Yan Cheng stood up speechlessly, his eyes flicked across her wrist.

The wound there was worse than the scar on the leg.

He wanted to say something, but he was afraid of poking her heart, so he hesitated to speak.

Zhong Jiuyin was so focused on enjoying the service of the automatic kissing machine that he turned a blind eye to his desire to speak.

She glanced at the time on her phone, calculated and asked, "What time are you going back?"

Yan Cheng thought she was starting to drive people away, so he pursed his lips and said coolly, "I can leave now."

"Don't you? It's okay for young people to lose two hours of sleep at night. It's okay to kiss for another two hours before going back."

It turned out that it was not to drive people away, but to eat people.

Yan Cheng was half relieved, and then blamed himself for fear of developing Stockholm Syndrome, and actually began to actively beautify the actions of Zhong Jiuyin, a wild club.

"One hour, I'll be back in an hour." He compressed the time in half.

Zhong Jiuyin looked at him unhappily, and pounced on him two seconds later.

"Okay, then hurry up."

Yan Cheng stretched out his hand to hold her back: "I'm going back to my home five kilometers away in an hour, and it's not like I'll be separated from you forever in an hour. What are you in a hurry for?"

"Of course the rice buyers are in a hurry than the rice sellers. How long can you kiss in an hour. Don't you know how seductive the tricks you use are?"

"I don't know. Didn't you say before that you've had enough kisses, are you already tired?" Yan Cheng repeated the old saying.

Zhong Jiuyin: "Then didn't I reflect on myself just now? I admit that I got tired of it too early."

"So sooner or later you will still get tired."

It was a pessimistic way of saying it, and it sounded like he was blaming her.She quickly said: "Why do you have to feel uncomfortable about the future? Only when you are happy every day can you live on."

Yan Cheng wanted to ask her if mayfly creatures only live for one day, but what she said was actually correct, and this might be the way she survived the period of depression.

So he switched to another question: "Is it more fun to read by the bed, or is it more fun to kiss me?"

Zhong Jiuyin understood, he was holding his breath.

The conversation with her two days ago made him feel that he was not attractive enough, so today he used all means to make her realize that his charm is unmatched.

"Of course it's you." She said, touching him with her hand.

Last time he opened up his Adam's apple, collarbone and abdominal muscles to her, and this time he opened the door to new kissing tricks. I don't know if the combination of the two will be more interesting.

Yan Cheng stared at her hand with downcast eyes, and didn't stop her. When she touched her Adam's apple, he swallowed in cooperation.

Yo yo yo, it's terrible, Zhong Jiuyin's eyes straightened, and he condemned him in his heart for committing the murder, and he still kept climbing up with his fingers.

Like him just now, she held his face in her palm, and was just about to see which angle was suitable for kissing him, when Yan Cheng suddenly turned his head slightly and kissed her wrist.

There were several scars running across it, shallow or deep, ugly bumps of freshly healed flesh that weren't pretty.

He kissed devoutly, the drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, and his lips stuck to them for a while before leaving.

Zhong Jiuyin lost her voice, looking at his face close to Chi Chi, the thoughts in her mind disappeared like a flood, and her heartbeat began to speed up like a pump that was gathering momentum.

She had the illusion of being worshiped in the temple, and her whole body trembled for his behavior.

"you…"

"I wanted to ask this matter several times, but I was afraid it would make you uncomfortable. At the beginning... it was difficult?"

Zhong Jiuyin didn't know why, but his eyes suddenly became sour.

"It's okay... well, it's not really good."

Maybe it was because no one had asked her like this before, and the emotion of the original owner was still in her memory, which made her cry reflexively.

She swallowed hard, trying to suppress the strange emotion.Yan Cheng stroked her face, wiped away the tears from her eyelashes, and asked softly, "Didn't any friends or family members accompany you at that time?"

The more you care, the more you can't suppress your emotions.

She felt that her body reaction was out of control. When she shook her head, tears flowed down her cheeks, her throat tightened, and she managed to maintain her calm and said, "Only...only the diary."

(End of this chapter)