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

Chapter 51 How can I spin you?

Sure enough, after Zhong Jiuyin closed her eyes, the added plot wasn't Kiss Me.

It's "It's getting dark and I suddenly can't see".

After speaking, like a zombie, he raised his arms and fumbled in the air, like rowing a boat, not approaching Yuan Yi.

But she stretched out her hand decisively, Yuan Yi couldn't tell if she really wanted to touch it, but she only had time to think that she was still in the camera on the show, and the impact of touching it would be too bad, so Huarong turned pale and backed away.

Almost broke the ornamental wood with one butt.

Zhong Jiuyin thought that more than ten seconds would be enough to perform, so she opened one eye and glanced outside, and she still had time to help Yuan Yi, who was stumbling around.

Then he turned around without hesitation, left Yuan Yi who was still standing still, and gestured at Yan Cheng.

"It's your turn. Time is running out. Let's make a quick decision."

If it wasn't for her not matching the action of unbuttoning, he felt that there should be a bed next to it as a prop.

In order to avoid being manipulated by the gangsters in the game, Yan Cheng took the initiative to stand on a relatively high performance stage outside the fairy tale castle, holding on to the railing to prepare for the work.

Zhong Jiuyin was like a busy king who needed to be lucky with 99 people in one night, and his footsteps hurried towards Yan Cheng made wind blow at his trousers.

Half an hour is too short, so hurry up.

She walked up to Yan Cheng's side, the distance between the two of them was only one meter from tiptoe to tiptoe, and she continued to walk two steps forward, reaching the closeness that the hero and heroine should have.

Now it's time for Yan Cheng to kneel down and put on her shoes.

It was the same pair of cracked low-quality crystal shoes, hooked by Yan Cheng's slender fingers, and placed at Zhong Jiuyin's feet, putting them together into a complete shape.

They are not yet familiar with each other, and the coffee positions are very different. Yan Cheng maintained a polite social distance, but just put the crystal slipper there, and Zhong Jiuyin put his foot in it by himself.

Because the shoes are split, she can't help but look down when she wears them.

With a slight flick of the eye, he could spot the person squatting in front of him.

From top to bottom, his eyes flicked over his slightly closed eyelashes, his high nose bridge, and his thin lips without any curvature, which were naturally red.

From this perspective of death, one can also see the superiority of his appearance.

She has seen a few details that are used to assessing the quality of men, such as sideburns, ears and chin. While putting on the crystal shoes, she puts the compressed package of the beautiful scenery in front of her in the back of her mind, and another sentence pops up in her mind.

The height at which Yan Cheng squatted with his head down was just right for her to use as an armrest for support.

Just after the rebellious thoughts passed, Yan Cheng finished the scene of putting on the shoes and stood up to look at her.

He just saw a little scar on Zhong Jiuyin's leg extending from the trouser leg, because it was healed not long ago, it had a fresh fleshy pink color.

Although it was only a little bit, it is not difficult to imagine what kind of terrible mark lingered on her calf.

He wanted to see something in Zhong Jiuyin's eyes, such as depression and cover-up.

But no, she even stared at him quite engrossed.Only then did he catch up with the same channel, and suddenly remembered a little knowledge he had learned from filming in the past.

Looking at each other is sometimes a very ambiguous thing.

At the beginning, the line of sight is just fixed on the other person's eyes. In less than two seconds, the range may expand silently, spreading to the person's face and head, until it sweeps across the person's whole body like a dragonfly on water, and finally looks back at the other person's eyes to cover up.

At this time, if the eye contact time exceeds a certain critical point, both parties will often look away in a hurry, blushing and heartbeating, innocent and ambiguous.

Just judging from the steps where the line of sight shifted, Zhong Jiuyin was entering the previous process.

It's just that her mind obviously can't think like a normal person, even if her eyes swivel and scratch his face, it's probably not a prelude to pure love and ambiguity.

Most likely an outlandish response.

The program team prepared "light rain", and the torn pieces of paper were written with the word rain, and they sprinkled them on top of their heads one after another.

In this forcibly created, humid atmosphere, Zhong Jiuyin asked, "How can I rotate it, which is more tolerable for you?"

The plot mentions that they are swirling and drowning in each other's eyes.

…but that's just a fancy descriptor for atmosphere, and it doesn't need to be acted out verbatim.

Yan Cheng's tone was not connected smoothly: "I can't stand how you spin around."

Zhong Jiuyin: "Then you spin?"

Yan Cheng: "...do you have to spin? Then how do you express your addiction?"

Zhong Jiuyin frankly: "I don't express."

Yan Cheng understood her unfinished words in an instant: just choose what you can express, and skip what you don't understand.

It's a very good way, even if he thinks that the word "rotate" doesn't need to be expressed.

"Can this work?" He proactively discussed, his tone more familiar than other people, without being overly polite, "You can express the rotation in your heart, or express it with facial expressions and eyes. It is not easy to express it with body, after all we time is tight."

Zhong Jiuyin opened her mouth, wanting to say that spinning is quite simple for her.

But Yan Cheng looked at her with a bit of wariness, as if he was afraid that she would reject this proposal and perform some kind of Arhat Eighteen Turns in front of him.

"It's okay." She nodded, as if urging her inner strength, she calmed down her dantian, cleared her mind and cleared her eyesight, allowing herself to imagine the duo atmosphere that the prince and Cinderella should have at this moment.

In this "rain" of apricot blossoms, they obviously restrained themselves and stood at a safe distance, but they still couldn't help but want to get closer, and get closer.

Until you can see your own reflection in the other person's eyes.

The world is upside down and blurred in his eyes, only himself is the only clear existence, and only himself is the focus of his eyes.

But their status prevents them from embracing each other tightly, and the budding love can only be drowned out by the rain. All she can do is hand him a square handkerchief and say goodbye softly...

Wait, why did I think about it and turned to the drunk bragging of the group of colleagues.

It's all the fault of that group of people. There is only one type of story that is blown around, which seriously reduces her imagination.

She stopped expressing her affection, and squinted slightly to look at Yan Cheng.

Yan Cheng must have been hit.

Yan Cheng was indeed hit, and he almost couldn't help but close his eyes again not wanting to face this scene.

Looking at the squinted eyes pretending to be wet by the rain, he tried his best to stabilize his emotions, and stretched out his hand to slowly caress Zhong Jiuyin's cheek.

The palms did not touch her face, there was a small gap between them, and Zhong Jiuyin could feel the heat from his palms.

Yan Cheng also seemed to be able to feel the light fluff on Zhong Jiuyin's face, and he was surprised that his palm could almost completely hold her side face.

People's impressions of people will always be embellished by memories. He knew that Zhong Jiuyin was laid back and unrestrained, carefree and very chivalrous, so he automatically thought that her face should not be so small, and her ankles should not be so slender and fair.

Comparing it so close now, a subtle strange feeling emerges.

The real impression will be deepened by exaggeration, he couldn't help thinking——

Her face was so small, the size of a palm, and she blinked slowly while looking at him, with an unspeakable fragility...and cuteness.

If she doesn't speak.

Zhong Jiuyin said her supplementary lines softly, her tone was lingering and ambiguous, and her semantics were punchy.

"Don't touch me with the hand that touched the shoe, smelly."

Yan Cheng: "..."

In an instant, all the subtle feelings were blown away by the strong wind.

(End of this chapter)