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Chapter 331 Kiss

The tie suddenly tightened, Cheng Xuran's eyelashes trembled, trying to discuss with him: "Can you please stop holding me and talking from behind."

"No." He refused, his voice low, "I like it."

what do you like.

"I've wanted to hold you since very early on."

Cheng Xuran looked at the slender and distinct hands surrounding her waistline. The smell of lime soda lingering in her nose was still incredibly clean.

They approach calmly and carefully again and again, can they get a different ending than before?

"Okay." Cheng Xuran chuckled softly, hearing his own gentle voice, "If you think I can really move out while you are away, then I might as well move your house together."

"Is there anything you can't do? It's not the first time."

It's not the first time, I just turned around and left.

So he turned around too.

Far away countless times, close and come back again.

"It's not that troublesome." Song Yanqing said, "You can add a name to the real estate certificate and move it as you like."

Cheng Xuran moved the corners of his mouth, but his throat seemed to be slightly blocked with soft cotton wool, and he could not speak.

She looked out the window at the boundless night, which was gentle and caressing someone's heart.

A foot injury, everything is an excuse.

If you share a room in the beginning, it is really out of necessity.

But the foot injury has long since healed, and the New Year has passed, so why haven't we moved out yet? There must be no shortage of roommates.

That kind of ambiguity and temptation, all the hidden and yet ready thoughts, seem to be thick and fermenting in the air all the time.

He gently turned her face.

A distance that is almost impossible to measure with a ruler.

His eyes were deep and cold, yet aggressive, as if he would be kissed in the next second.

"It's Xu Zhi!" Cheng Xuran almost rushed to say it, and turned away. Being flustered for no reason was already the answer. Wanting to escape from that atmosphere, she lowered her head and said, "Xu Zhi is looking for a house, let me help look at it - —”

"What I want to hear is not an explanation." Song Yanqing lowered his eyes and moved closer. "You are not allowed to change the topic."

My throat felt like it was stuck with glue, and the only sound was my heartbeat, which was deafening. Eye contact.

"Does the eighteen-year-old Song Yanqing or the twenty-eight-year-old Song Yanqing like me?" Cheng Xuran couldn't help but ask.

It has been lingering in my heart.

Since the long secret love that summer, there has been no response.

There is only the slightest distance between the lips.

You can run into it.

Song Yanqing's hand holding her face paused slightly.

The subtle stalemate lasted for almost a few seconds, and they were evenly matched.

How well she knew him, and she could feel his silent resistance and resistance when he looked at her.

Before she said the words "forget it", Song Yanqing straightened his nose and pressed it against hers, his eyes shining under his eyelashes.
But they kissed him the next second.

The lime soda flavor reaches its peak at this moment, as if climbing to the top.

Breathing was tangled and rapid.

Cheng Xuran's fingers clenched the collar of his shirt.

A button fell to the ground.

In the hazy dampness, he bit her lips and teeth.

So all the answers disappeared.

All that remains is the response.

……

"Sister Xuran, what are you thinking about?"

This afternoon, the crew of "723 Unsolved Cases" did not have her part.

Cheng Xuran had a problem with filming. He was too easy to empathize with, and he was really in a trance when he was very nervous. He rarely relaxed and relaxed, so he took advantage of Song Yanqing's business trip to tidy up the utility room he had vacated.

There was something for him and something for her.

There were many New Year's gifts from fans, and there were many gifts from the previous move, which were all put away by Cheng Xuran alone.