Where the warm sun does not fall

Chapter 59

"Probably don't look at evil..." Qin Nuanyang touched his nose, and when he answered, his confidence became more and more lacking.

Flip the table!Why is she answering this question so seriously here! ! !
Tang Zechen took out the change of clothes, held them in his hands, and turned to look at her.

He has seen Qin Nuanyang with exquisite makeup many times. At that time, there was no doubt that the advantages of his facial features were continuously magnified, and his face was meticulous.But in his eyes, her appearance without makeup has never been more deeply rooted in his heart.

The age is just right, pretty and healthy, supple and tender, and the skin is translucent and fair.The facial features are still finely crafted, maybe not so delicate, but there is a kind of just right, reaching people's hearts.

The warm light cast a layer of color on her body, her eyes were wet and foggy, and she just looked at him intently.

After a long time, he smiled, and his tone was rather gloomy: "Do I need to seriously remind you what is the relationship between us?"

"...But it's not legal." She defended softly, and she had already started to run on an impure path.

Tang Zechen pondered for a moment, and suggested seriously: "I'm free to legalize our relationship anytime."

Qin Nuanyang didn't dare to answer any more, so she just looked at him innocently and said with a smile, "Put on your clothes before discussing legalization."

Tang Zechen cast a sidelong glance at her, licked the corners of his lips slightly, and put on a half-smile, then let her go and went straight to the bathroom to change.

Seeing him go in to get dressed, Qin Nuanyang breathed a sigh of relief, took the teacup and sat on the sofa to scan Weibo on the tablet.

Before she could warm up the sofa, the bathroom door was opened.Qin Nuanyang raised his eyes and saw that he was already wearing comfortable home clothes, a white short-sleeved T on the upper body, and a pair of gray sports trousers on the lower body, looking lazy and casual.

Just as she was about to say something, there was a regular knock on the door.

Qin Nuanyang was stunned for a moment, and casually ordered Tang Zechen to say: "Open the door for me, it's probably Miya."

Tang Zechen was noncommittal, turned around and opened the doorknob, and raised his eyebrows slightly when he saw He Xinchun and Ye Chang'an's producer standing outside.

He Xinchun and the producer looked at each other, almost thinking that they had knocked on the wrong room door, and took a step back to look at the house number.

He blocked the door with his whole body, not at all intending to invite the two of them in to talk, and asked directly: "Are you looking for Nuanyang?"

"Brother Tang..." He Xinchun was the first to react, and called him with a smile.

Qin Nuanyang poked his head out from behind him, saw the person coming, and asked naturally: "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing." He Xinchun glanced at the two of them, and directly explained the purpose of coming: "The typhoon is so strong outside, it's boring to be alone, I wanted to ask you to go upstairs to play together."

"She's not going." Tang Zechen stepped back slightly, and embraced her in front of him, the intention of refusing was obvious.

He Xinchun nodded, without further pestering, he dragged the producer along and left.

Qin Nuanyang stood and watched the two of them leave, only then did he think of something, did he share a room with her at night? !

After Tang Zechen closed the door, he let go of her, raised his hand to hook the thermos cup on the side, unscrewed the lid and took a sip of the still hot tea, seeing her still standing at the door thoughtfully, his eyes flickered , asked: "Do you want to go?"

"Ah?" She didn't realize it for a while, and gave him a confused look, then realized what he was talking about just now, and immediately shook her head: "I don't like playing with them."

"Hmm." He took another sip, his eyes were clear and penetrating, and he looked at her intently: "Then what are you thinking?"

"Uh..." She was a little embarrassed, but still asked, "Where do you sleep tonight?"

Hearing this, Tang Zechen glanced at her again, his eyes getting darker.

He was leaning halfway in front of the computer desk, with his long legs stretched out, and the neckline of his white T-shirt was slightly lowered. Such an ordinary scene, in her eyes at this moment, was also extremely glamorous.

It turns out that sometimes, adjectives like bright and clean as jade are also applied to men... or such noble and cold men.

He finally quenched his thirst, put down the thermos, walked a few steps and sat on the sofa: "Where my girlfriend will sleep, I will sleep, do you have any questions?"

"No..." I dare not say yes.

The sound of the TV suddenly increased. She looked up and saw that Tang Zechen was holding the remote control panel to adjust the sound. Seeing that she was still standing there, she couldn't help laughing and said: "Why are you standing there, come here."

Only then did she go obediently, and as soon as she walked in, she was directly pulled by him and sat on his lap, with his hands wrapped around her waist and hugged her into his arms.

The path of the typhoon was being broadcast on TV. This time it landed directly in S City, and the wind was extremely strong. One could imagine how destructive it would be.

"Look, how dangerous..." She couldn't help frowning.

"It's actually okay." He moved back to the back of the soft sofa chair, touched her soft hair a few times with his fingers: "It's just that it's a little difficult to move after entering S City, but it's actually very difficult all the way down. Safety."

Qin Nuanyang didn't believe it, she was in City S, she saw with her own eyes how strong the wind was, and it was difficult to move even an inch.If you get hit by a falling tree or something worse, that's really bad.

Seeing that she was still frowning, he tightened his hand on her waist slightly, "I have never done such an impulsive thing, and I probably won't do it in the future. This is the first time, and it won't be the last time .”

His hand landed on her wrist and held it gently, then lowered his head slightly and kissed her neck: "What is so fragrant?"

Qin Nuanyang raised her wrist and sniffed, "No..."

She has never been in the habit of wearing perfume.

"It seems to be shower gel." He smiled lowly, his lips fell along her neckline, and fell on her collarbone, kissing her a little hard.

However, Qin Nuanyang trembled, and clutched his clothes red-faced: "Tang Zechen..."

He let out a "huh", but his lips left. He just hugged her for a while, and then said: "Don't be nervous, I won't want you here..."

and……

He thought with a little headache, the people of the Qin family were too difficult to deal with, and it shouldn't be the time to eat her.At the very least, the parents of both parties must meet first, then he will be able to confidently lie about the military situation and hide his secrets.

Qin Nuanyang couldn't tell whether it was a sigh of relief, or... a little psychological gap, but tonight, she was able to sleep soundly.

Seeing her confident expression, Tang Zechen gritted his teeth, "Are you happy?"

Qin Nuanyang immediately straightened the corners of her raised lips to an arc: "No, I'm not happy."

"Unhappy?" He repeated it slowly, and asked with a smile, "Is it implying that I want to do something to please you?"

Qin Nuanyang was overwhelmed by the word "pleasing"...

The use of words is precise and the effect is excellent. Just by composing words and making sentences can shock the opponent in terms of momentum. This kind of language skills probably refers to people like Tang Zechen.

"Don't bully me all the time, you know I can't beat you." She lowered her eyes, and said a word without momentum, her voice was like a mosquito.

Seeing him looking over, when her eyes fell on the script on the table, she immediately changed the subject tactfully: "That... I can memorize scripts."

As he spoke, he raised his hand to take the script and read it seriously.

Seeing this, Tang Zechen didn't bother her, held the remote control panel and lowered his voice, and after switching to a few TV stations, his gaze followed her on the script.

Looking at the past with a glance, he raised his eyebrows calmly, and his tone was calm and composed, without any waves: "Sex scene?"

"Intimacy scene..." Qin Nuanyang glanced at him, saw his deep gaze on the script, and was about to turn the page silently. He raised his hand to clasp her wrist, and asked sincerely: "You usually recite the script?" Do the lines need to be matched?"

"Yes, usually with Miya, on set with Mo Mozhe...sometimes with the director." She thought for a while, and added: "Sometimes the assistant director also..."

Every time she said a name, the color of his eyes gradually darkened. At this moment, the depression in his eyes was as dark as obsidian, with a thousand brilliance.

Then Qin Nuanyang heard him say: "Since I'm idle, I'm idle, I'll help you play."

Qin Nuanyang raised the alarm in his heart, and was about to refuse, but before the words came out of his mouth, he had already held her hand holding the script and moved closer to his eyes, and read it again.

She trembled inexplicably, faintly feeling that something was wrong... Is she really a real man for intimacy scenes?

Tang Zechen entered the play faster than her, with a calm voice and excellent sense of language: "Chang'an, why are you so cautious?"

Qin Nuanyang was stunned for a moment, and then quickly answered: "Your Highness is reading a book, Chang'an is afraid of disturbing His Highness."

Tang Zechen raised his eyes and glanced at her, even the movements were as in the script, he raised his hand to gently caress her face, with a gentle expression, "It's okay, if you're afraid of disturbing me, you won't be able to come and go freely in my study .”

Qin Nuanyang was a little fascinated by his focused eyes, and immediately said the line: "Then what is your highness looking at?"

"Some lyrics and music." He changed his voice, paused cleverly, and then quickly continued: "I went to pay my respects to my concubine this morning, do you still remember what my concubine said?"

Please An this scene was filmed the day before yesterday, and Qin Nuanyang still clearly remembers how the mother and concubine of the Seventh Prince persuaded them to hurry up and extend their children and grandchildren...

She coughed lightly, almost making a play, "I remember."

Tang Zechen pondered for a moment, and his eyes darkened slightly: "Then, should we follow what my concubine thinks..."

Qin Nuanyang has no more lines, and the next thing is to describe some actions, she has no idea how to continue.

But Tang Zechen didn't give her time to think, he lifted her chin up and kissed her forehead lightly, then slowly lowered it to her lips.

"Slightly lift Chang'an's chin, the lips rest on the corner of Chang'an's forehead and eyebrows, slowly descend along the bridge of the nose, and land on the lips. The veil is gently closed and slightly shaken, the Seventh Prince hugged Ye Chang'an and put him on the couch in a few steps .”

He paused slowly, talking and doing things, and after putting her on the bed, he continued: "Take back a strand of long hair from Ye Changan's temple, raise his hand to take off her bun, and let the long hair slant down on the jade bed. On the pillow, the Seventh Prince leaned down, with a gentle and lingering expression, unbuttoned the button, revealing Chang'an's creamy skin, bowed his head and kissed..."

His voice gradually lowered, and finally disappeared between the lips and teeth of the two.

Afraid that he would continue reading, Qin Nuanyang slightly turned over and half suppressed him, softly begging for mercy.

Her face was slightly flushed, her eyes seemed to contain a pool of spring water, full and moving, the tip of her nose was slightly red, her lips were slightly pursed, and she pouted slightly dissatisfied.

This style...

If it appears in the camera, it will fall into the eyes of more people in the future. I don't know how many people's souls will be taken away, and my heart will be shaken by it.

The voice of the female anchor on the TV was still coming intermittently. She looked down at him, and saw herself with clear lines in his deep eyes, and her heart moved.

"Tang Zechen, you don't seem to have told me why you like me..."

He raised his body slightly and hugged her up, "I just like you, do you need a reason to explain?"

Qin Nuanyang: "...No need."

He sat up, raised his hand and patted her thigh gently, "I'm going to turn off the lights, it's time to rest."

Qin Nuanyang immediately moved aside obediently and rolled off him.

Tang Zechen turned off the lights and the TV before returning to bed.As soon as he came back, when he called her name, she would agree, and go back the same way, allowing him to hold her in his arms.

In the darkness, the sound of the wind and rain outside the window was very clear. In such endless darkness, if she was alone, she would definitely feel very scared.

Fortunately, he was by his side, no matter how bad the situation was, he could feel at ease.

In this situation, she was sober, so she had the desire to confide, "I think I like you quite a bit now..."

Tang Zechen gave a "hmm" and asked naturally, "Didn't you like it before?"

"Before..." Qin Nuanyang paused, then nodded: "I seem to like it too."

"Removing 'as if' is the standard answer." There was a hint of a doting smile in his tone, and he probably didn't realize it himself.

Qin Nuanyang moved the corner of her lower lip, and the thought of confiding in that point disappeared immediately
Tang Zechen has never been a suitable partner for her tree hole.

She closed her eyes, leaned against his chest, listened to his heartbeat, and slowly raised the corners of her lips: "Now I have a lot of courage."

Before he answered, he heard her say: "After Ye Chang'an is over, can you take me to see my aunt?"

Tang Zechen's heart suddenly seemed to be gently pinched by her slender fingertips, his breathing stopped for a moment, and after a while, he lowered his voice, with a faint smile that couldn't be hidden: "Have you figured it out? "

"Think about it." She lowered her hand to hold his, raised her foot to hook it, but missed the quilt: "Is the quilt with you, I'm a little cold."

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already turned sideways and hugged her, even twisted a thin quilt for her, and wrapped her in his arms: "My mother will be very happy to see you."

"I'm getting a little nervous just thinking about it now."

It was rare for Tang Zechen not to tease her, and promised in a serious tone: "With me here, I will accompany you."

(End of this chapter)