"Cough..." Shen Yi choked, twisted his waist away from Han Cheng, and raised his hand to signal that he didn't want to listen again.

Han Cheng didn't want to let her go. He put one hand on the table and the other on the chair, getting closer and closer, "why do I think I had a spring dream?"

Shen Yi wants to raise his hand to cover his ears, but Han Cheng anticipates Shen Yi's action, grabs her wrist and pulls the person back, "do you want to know why? Because..."

Shen Yi looked at him expressionless, "I don't want to listen. Don't talk."

Shen Yi controlled her eyes and body, so even if she was ashamed and wanted to kick people directly, she still tried to restrain the boundless power in her body.

She tries to save her wrist from Han Cheng's grasp, but Han Cheng seems to want to stick with her, but he just doesn't let go.

While watching Shen Yi struggling with interest, he continued to talk about his yellow jokes: "do you know what it means? I thought you didn't know. I didn't expect you to know a lot."

That's too much.

As the king of Chinese pop music, aren't you afraid of being bagged when you make a yellow accent to an actress?

Shen Yi stared. Unconsciously, she was also taken away. As a lady, she wanted to be elegant.

But now who cares whether she is elegant or not, she has to plug Han Cheng's stained mouth first.

I can't earn your hand, can I? Can't I stop your mouth?

So Shen Yi slapped Han Cheng on the mouth.

Han Cheng was filmed for a second. After all, it was like being beaten in the mouth, but he didn't react until Shen Yi didn't move his hand. She wanted to cover his mouth.

Han Cheng grabbed Shen Yi's hand on the table and slapped him. He tutted and sighed, "you're tough, hit me."

Shen Yi stared, "self-respect."

Han Cheng suddenly grinned, "what's your weight? I know how heavy you are. Why are you so reactive?"

Shen Yi's cheeks are bulging like a squirrel with only winter grain. He is shy and has some thin anger. He looks particularly vivid and bright in his eyes. However, his crimson face and red corners of his eyes always give people an inexplicable beauty when looking at people. The whole person is more beautiful than flowers.

Han Cheng looks at Shen Yi with a smile, but he doesn't know whether to cry or laugh.

"The little fart child has also grown up. He hasn't seen him for half a year. He knows so much. It's not good and distracting."

This is not her problem. It is obviously that Han Cheng has a yellow accent and doesn't know how to respect people at all. Besides, she's almost thirty years old. Is it strange to know some gender knowledge? Take the current age as an example. At the age of 17, there is a problem if gender consciousness does not wake up.

Han Cheng also spoke to her in this tone. He always felt that she was guilty when she knew something.

Shen Yi was angry and annoyed. "It's not good to be like you. Just open the Yellow cavity. What's the matter with holding my hand?"

Han Cheng smiled and released her hand, but still twisted his body and said to her, "I'm just trying to see how you react. The result surprised me."

"You weren't like this six months ago." Han Cheng pointed to his left chest. "Don't you find that you are very grumpy every time you talk about gender topics? Where is it like before? You are calm and rational like a nun."

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