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

That firm mouthful made Yan Cheng's lips and tongue numb, and he gasped.

Qian Yu on the phone suddenly asked: "What are you doing? What strange sound?"

Zhong Jiuyin was a little guilty, subconsciously covered Yan Cheng's mouth, cleared her throat and said, "I'm eating cake."

Qian Yu: "Eat cake?! You are a female star, how dare you eat cake at night? You can tell your manager even if you eat it?!"

"...Then I take that back. I'm practicing acting for the next scene."

Qian Yu: "Stop bragging, give me exercise at home tomorrow, career development period, don't get fat!"

"I know, I know."

After hanging up the phone, she glanced at Yan Cheng.

His mouth was covered and he didn't move, his breath lightly sprinkled on the edge of her palm, his eyelashes blinked slowly, giving the illusion of obedience.

She approached maliciously, and didn't let go of her hand, just like that, touching the tip of his nose with the tip of her nose, looking for her own reflection in his eyes.

"Female stars can't eat cake, but they can eat you."

Yan Cheng's eyes flickered, and he turned away from looking at her.

Zhong Jiuyin touched his face, as if molesting a good woman: "Do you know that you look good when you do this? You always look sideways at me."

It seems that the cold and beautiful woman refuses to submit, but she can't do anything except turn her head indifferently, which makes people even more beastly.

Isn't this seduction?
Robbers like to put their crimes on their victims, Yan Cheng couldn't listen anymore, he pulled her hand away and said, "You think too much."

"That's not sure." She leaned forward and kissed again.

The two breathed intertwinedly, and Yan Cheng asked her: "Have you not kissed enough? Your manager almost found out."

"When you find out, you will find out that Brother Qian is on my side and will only help me hide it."

"...What are you hiding? Hiding the unreasonable thing that you ask the rescued person to agree to meet your excessive needs?"

He began to have chest tightness and shortness of breath again, hating her for always missing the point and refusing to take responsibility.

Zhong Jiuyin's eyes widened: "Why is it too much? It's just a kiss, nothing else."

Yan Cheng: "Who have you ever met who would casually kiss someone who has nothing to do with you?"

"Me, and you. Don't you like this? I see that you were very involved just now, and the kiss made me breathless. Isn't that good?"

Yan Cheng: "..."

He was going to be pissed off.

Zhong Jiuyin wanted to kiss him again, but he blocked him coldly, and said bluntly: "Look at us now, is it normal? It's okay to invite people to kiss at home. If it is exposed, how do you explain it? Say We are just very interested in the structure of human lips and tongues to do research together?"

She turned her head to look at the TV in the distance. The screen was facing the sofa, reflecting the two of them close to each other.

It's not normal, just hugging and gnawing around in this posture.

but--

"Why was it exposed? If you don't tell me, who will know?"

Yan Cheng had a cold face: "Paparazzi are everywhere, maybe someone is using a camera to take a sneak peek at the gap in the curtains in the building opposite right now."

"So perverted?" She sat up, checked the curtains, and frowned in thought.

"It's a little hard to explain. Although I am your savior, it's not because of your kissing reasons. After all, you don't pay much attention to promises with your body now."

Yan Cheng calmed down a little: "Yes."

He was looking forward to the next sentence, but Zhong Jiuyin didn't rush to say, but patted his waist with a hand while thinking.

"Don't be so tight, it's uncomfortable to sit on."

"...Then don't sit down, go down and sit on the sofa." He started to bulge again, his touched waist contracted even tighter, and through a layer of clothes, it seemed that an electric current crawled through his skin.

Zhong Jiuyin wanted to say no, but felt something was wrong, so she slowly moved away and sat on the sofa.

"you…"

"Don't talk." Yan Cheng squeezed out every single word.

She shrugged and continued to meditate, just when she was meditating, her eyes ran to a certain place uncontrollably.

Yan Cheng sat up from the sofa sullenly, bent one leg and closed his eyes for 2 minutes to calm down, then stood up and was about to leave.

"It's too late, I'm leaving first. Don't ask me out after thinking about it."

"Are you interested in me?" Zhong Jiuyin suddenly asked.

Yan Cheng kept walking, as if he didn't hear him.

She added: "It's normal to like me, don't feel embarrassed. And you see, there must be a lot of people who like me, but I just kissed you, which is enough to show that I am not ordinary to you."

Only then did Yan Cheng say coldly: "The narcissistic scumbag also confides his sincerity to an ignorant girl when he cheats."

His hand was already on the doorknob, but he didn't turn it. He turned his head and looked at her expressionlessly.

Zhong Jiuyin understood, he was waiting for her to speak to persuade her to stay.

She really wanted to keep him, Yan Cheng was a very skilled fisherman, she was in a state of being unable to get up and down, and she didn't want to let him go.

"I just moved here. It's pretty empty here, and it's quite depressing to live in." She said sideways.

Yan Cheng didn't expect that she would be able to do this trick. He pursed his lips, restrained the urge to speak, and turned the doorknob.

He wanted something more direct and clear.

Zhong Jiuyin also sensed his intentions with a tacit understanding. Seeing that he opened the door and would leave at any time, she blurted out: "Hey, can you wait for me to think about it?"

"What are you thinking?" Yan Cheng turned around and asked.

"Think about how you can be willing to build a stable relationship when you just want to enjoy the service of kissing."

After she finished speaking, she showed a regretful expression that "just because of her greedy mouth, she will be tricked into making a loss-making business".

Yan Cheng endured and endured, but still couldn't resist correcting her misunderstanding: "Isn't establishing a relationship not only providing kissing services, but also giving other full-service services as gifts? This is earning, not losing."

Zhong Jiuyin was stunned: "It seems to be ha. Then what service can you provide me that is worthy of this trip?"

...Why does it sound more and more like a service industry recruiting customers, and asked about the scope of business.

He couldn't speak, and wanted to just leave, but he felt a fire burning in his heart, which made his bones and skin uncomfortable, and every ray of consciousness was burned, pulling him back, letting him Still can't take that step.

After a while, Yan Cheng slammed the door, strode over, pulled her up and pressed her against the back of the sofa, and kissed her indiscriminately.

Zhong Jiuyin was taken aback, as if being burned by his disordered breathing, she turned her head and put her hands on his shoulders.

But before he pushed it away with all his strength, his left hand was pulled from his shoulder and slid into the collar of his shirt, and the tip of his ring finger touched his trembling chest.

The skin there seemed to be hotter, she couldn't help curling her fingers, and looked up at the face in front of her.

Yan Cheng closed her eyes, not knowing whether she was enduring the shame of self-recommendation, or restraining the feeling of being touched. In short, she failed to get a look at each other, and only saw the trembling eyelashes.

He's showing her what he can offer her in a long-term relationship.

Probably, the handsome man can taste it casually?
It is undeniable that Zhong Jiuyin was a little moved, and her hands were open and honest, and she probed further inside.

Yan Cheng still didn't open his eyes, but stopped kissing, touched her with his lips, and asked in a low voice: "So, are you willing?"