Pampering

His lips were cold with morning dew, but they were soft.

The kiss came a bit suddenly, Xiang Yueming was stunned for a moment, and when she reacted, Cheng Zhan's had already pried her teeth and got in.

With her lips and tongue intertwined, she whimpered and endured his intense kiss.

The desire and dissatisfaction accumulated all night, all vented in this kiss.

His fingers were cold, pinching the back of her neck, making her tremble uncontrollably.

Xiang Yueming's eyelashes trembled and opened his mouth to accept everything he gave.

His kiss was intense and rapid, like a violent storm, coming fiercely.

With his back on the steering wheel, it was a bit ugly.

Xiang Yueming was still able to bear it at first, but when she reached the back, she felt a little uncomfortable with her back grinding, and she couldn't help pushing the man in front of her.

Cheng Zhan held her lips and licked/wasted on them.

Perceiving her movement, he whispered a low "um" and suppressed the ending: "What?"

"pain……"

Xiang Yueming whispered: "Steering wheel."

Cheng Zhan paused, and then noticed that she was crushed on the steering wheel.

He looked down, the emotions in his eyes were vague.

Xiang Yueming looked up at him with clear eyes.

Cheng Zhan lowered her head and dropped a kiss above her eyes.

Xiang Yueming felt his rare gentleness, and raised his hand to hook his neck: "No."

"Huh?" Cheng Zhan didn't react in time now.

Xiang Yueming curled his lips and smiled, leaning against his ears, sticking out the tip of his tongue and licking his ears, and said softly, "Brother's mouth doesn't smell anymore."

Cheng Zhan's body became stiff, and the hands that clasped her gradually tightened.

Feeling his reaction, Xiang Yueming chuckled and reminded: "Cheng, go back."

Cheng Zhan looked at her deeply and decided to let her go for the time being.

"You come to drive."

"Huh?" Xiang Yueming looked at him in surprise: "You don't want to open it?"

Cheng Zhan knocked her head: "I drank too much last night and I can't drive yet."

Blinking to Yueming.

Cheng Zhan explained: "It was just delivered by the driver. I told him to go back before you came out."

"..." Xiang Yueming was speechless, and said with a smile: "Why did you wake up the driver so early? I had to know that I had taken a taxi back."

Cheng Zhan opened the car door and changed her position, and said lightly: "It's different."

"Why is it different?" Xiang Yueming didn't feel much, she looked at the person sitting in the co-pilot: "Then you are optimistic, my car skills are average."

Cheng Zhan raised his eyes, "I know."

Xiang Yueming drove, he taught. Of course he knew what driving skills she was.

-

After six o'clock, the city hasn't fully recovered.

There are few cars on the road, and there are no one on both sides of the street, and only occasional sanitation workers are working.

The sun hadn't emerged from the clouds, only a glimmer of light emerged. The breeze of early summer swayed the branches and leaves, leaving shadows of trees.

The shadows of the trees are mottled, leaving traces of arrival on the road.

Xiang Yueming is not worried about being photographed. There should be no such dedicated paparazzi at this point, not to mention that she is not so popular.

Feeling the morning air, Xiang Yueming said: "The morning air is very good."

Cheng Zhan rubbed his sore temples, "Yes."

Xiang Yueming glanced at him with a corner of light: "Are you going to work later?"

"Not going."

Xiang Yueming was taken aback, and said in surprise: "Why? Haven't you been very busy recently?"

Cheng Zhan glanced at her lightly: "Take a day off."

"Oh."

Xiang Yueming raised her eyebrows: "Model worker Cheng is also willing to rest."

Cheng Zhan looked at her eyes: "Speak well."

Xiang Yueming laughed softly: "Okay."

After arriving home, Aunt Xu had already cooked breakfast for the two of them.

Xiang Yueming wasn't hungry, but she ate some.

After eating, sleepiness struck.

Very strange, after returning to this familiar place, she seemed to be able to fall asleep anytime, anywhere. The insomnia was cured immediately.

Cheng Zhan looked at her: "Go to sleep, I'll go to the study."

Xiang Yueming nodded and walked upstairs.

After returning to the room, she remembered one thing.

She forgot to make sober tea for Cheng Zhan.

Thinking, she turned to look at the person who followed her back to the room: "Do you want more?"

Cheng Zhan looked at her.

Xiang Yueming blinked, and he recovered that what he said just now was ambiguous.

She was speechless and explained: "I'm talking about sober tea."

Cheng Zhan looked indifferent: "I didn't think about anything."

"..." Xiang Yueming rolled his eyes: "Oh, it's what I think."

Cheng Zhan: "Yeah."

He looked at her deeply: "Get a good rest, I don't have time in the morning."

Xiang Yueming: "..."

Why is this topic suddenly crooked? !

She was speechless for a while, regretting it: "You go to the study quickly."

Cheng Zhan saw her look of embarrassment, and a smile flashed in her eyes: "Go to sleep."

He paused and whispered: "Call me if I can't sleep."

Xiang Yueming said "Um", his eyes curled: "Okay."

She waved her hand: "I put on a mask and sleep."

Cheng Zhan: "..."

He ignored her and went straight to the study.

Originally, Cheng Zhan should also go to the company today.

He changed his mind because of a mess. He suddenly felt that working from home is also good.

After Cheng Zhan went out, Xiang Yueming stubbornly did a skin care and took another bath before sleeping at ease.

She was really too sleepy, she sent a message to Yu Yuan, and fell asleep deeply under the blanket.

-

When I woke up again, the bedroom was completely dark, with no glimmer of light coming in.

Xiang Yueming blinked, and just about to move, suddenly he noticed something was wrong.

She felt the hand on her waist and looked up at the man sleeping beside her, a little surprised.

Cheng Zhan takes a nap, but never indulges himself.

At least when he was at home, he never took a nap. It seemed that he would squint for half an hour only if he was too tired at the company.

The bedroom was too dark, Xiang Yueming couldn't see his face, but vaguely, she could know what he looked like now.

When he fell asleep, Cheng Zhan's lips would be pressed into a straight line, not relaxing at all.

His eyelashes are closed, and the long curled eyelashes will leave a shadow on the eyelids, like a small fan.

Xiang Yueming thought, sketching his appearance in the air.

She sketched the meeting and put her hands down.

Xiang Yueming suddenly regretted it, why didn't he learn to paint when he was a child. If she has learned it, she should be able to draw Cheng Zhan's current appearance.

Thinking, Xiang Yueming smiled silently.

Suddenly, a man's low voice came over his head: "What are you thinking about?"

Xiang Yueming suddenly returned to his senses and looked up at him: "When did you wake up?"

Cheng Zhan stared at her with scorching eyes, and said in a low voice: "When you peeped at me."

"..." Xiang Yueming choked, watching his eyes: "Narcissism, when did I peek at you?"

Cheng Zhan glanced at her, raised his hand and took a look at the phone.

"It's two o'clock, are you hungry?"

Xiang Yueming: "Huh?"

She was shocked: "It's two o'clock? Two o'clock in the afternoon?"

Cheng Zhan patted her head: "You haven't woken up yet?"

"No." Xiang Yueming calculated the time: "Why do I sleep so long, why don't you call me?"

"Yelled."

Cheng Zhan lifted the quilt and stood up: "I didn't wake up." Xiang Yueming: "..."

She watched Cheng Zhan take the remote control and open the curtains to let the hot sun shine in.

Xiang Yueming narrowed his eyes slowly, staring at his long back for a while, and muttered in a low voice, "How is it possible, I am not a pig."

Cheng Zhan looked back at her and suddenly smiled.

The sunlight outside the window happened to fall on that spot, drawing his Yingjun face.

The sun was on top of his head, and a small aperture smudged, making his brows gentle.

That smile, Xiang Yueming looked a little distracted.

Cheng Zhan seldom laughed. Even if he laughed, he mostly laughed, or the kind of sarcasm that didn't reach the bottom of his eyes.

Like today, there are very few.

Xiang Yueming stayed for a long time, and when he asked her what she wanted to eat, she came back to her senses.

"Aunt Xu should rest, right?"

Cheng Zhan answered, "What do you want to eat?"

Xiang Yueming touched his stomach, really hungry.

"Whatever you want, go order takeout, and I will lie down for a while."

Cheng Zhan looked at her and walked out without answering.

Xiang Yueming looked at the door for a long while and raised his eyebrows.

She took the phone and glanced at it. There was no special news.

Xiang Yueming lay down again in peace, then got up.

When going downstairs, Xiang Yueming smelled a smell that didn't belong to this family.

She walked to the kitchen in surprise, and was stunned when she saw the man inside.

Hearing the sound, Cheng Zhan glanced sideways at her.

Xiang Yueming blinked, a little unbelievable: "You... didn't order takeaway?"

Cheng Zhan gave her a look, the look means-are you asking knowingly?

Xiang Yueming touched the tip of her nose and looked at the contents of the pot: "Zhajiang noodles?"

"Ok."

Cheng Zhan is not a good cook, but he cooks fried noodles very well.

After Xiang Yueming had eaten it once, she couldn't forget it, but the chance for Cheng Zhan to cook was rare.

Under normal circumstances, he would only make Xiang Yueming miserable, and Xiang Yueming falsely crying and accusing him of abusing himself, would he make her fried noodles at her request.

Xiang Yueming calculated the time, it seemed that it had been three or four months since Cheng Zhan started cooking.

Xiang Yueming was even hungry when he smelled the scent drifting over.

She leaned toward Cheng Zhan, staring at the pan: "How long will it be better."

Cheng Zhan looked at her: "Hungry?"

"Super hungry." Xiang Yueming looked up at him: "Did you talk about a big project?"

Cheng Zhan raised his eyebrows.

Xiang Yueming circled around him: "Why are you in such a good mood to cook today?"

"..."

Cheng Zhan didn't speak up.

Xiang Yueming poked him in the arm, "Why don't you speak."

"No."

Xiang Yueming looked at him suspiciously: "Then why are you cooking?"

She murmured, "Or did you do something sorry for me?"

Without waiting for Cheng Zhan's answer, Xiang Yueming said to herself: "Then just tell me, I shouldn't be angry."

Cheng Zhan paused with his chopsticks and turned his head to look at her: "Aren't you angry?"

Xiang Yueming said "Ah" and said with a drag tone: "When did you see me really angry?"

She narcissistically said: "I have such a good temper, of course I am not angry anymore."

Cheng Zhan didn't care about what she said. He repeated what she said just now: "I really did something to be sorry for you, so I am not angry?"

Xiang Yueming was dumbfounded.

The two looked at each other silently, stalemate.

Xiang Yueming faced Cheng Zhan's serious look, and suddenly didn't know how to answer.

If it is true, are you angry?

It doesn't seem to be qualified to be angry, but... if you think about it seriously, it is indeed uncomfortable.

She curled her lips, lowered her eyes, and said, "We said that before. If you are tired, just say it, so you shouldn't do anything to sorry me."

Cheng Zhan stared at her straight, without saying a word.

Xiang Yueming felt that the expression in his eyes was too oppressive, and he didn't want to look at it.

She kept her eyes closed and whispered: "What are you looking at, did I say something wrong?"

Cheng Zhan pulled his lower lip: "No."

He said, "No."

Xiang Yueming was stunned for a moment, and then realized what he meant.

He was saying that he would not do anything to sorry her.

Xiang Yueming said "um", she felt uncomfortable, not uncomfortable, but not very comfortable either.

Cheng Zhan clearly gave such a promise, but she couldn't be happy.

She tried to suppress her emotions, trying to relax herself. Xiang Yueming is a very sensible person to hide her emotions. Thinking about this, she looked at Cheng Zhan and smiled, and said sweetly: "I believe Mr. Cheng."

She raised her hand and hugged Cheng Zhan: "How long does it take for the fried noodles?"

Cheng Zhan stared at her for a moment, but didn't reveal her little lie.

He pointed: "Eat something else first, there is yogurt in the refrigerator."

Xiang Yueming raised his eyebrows: "Okay."

After a while, the fried noodles will be ready.

Xiang Yueming and Cheng Zhan sat face-to-face, and she didn't care about Cheng Zhan, she immersed herself in suffering.

Cheng Zhan glanced at her a few times and pulled his attention back.

After eating, Xiang Yueming took the initiative to clean up the tabletop.

"Do you have a meeting this afternoon?"

Cheng Zhan shook his head: "Do some other work."

Xiang Yueming nodded and looked at him: "Then I will give you a vaccination in advance."

Cheng Zhan raised his eyelids to look at her.

Xiang Yueming touched the tip of his nose, and said in a low voice, "I just watched a variety show preview in the room, which was promoted by the movie recorded in Mingcheng some time ago."

Cheng Zhan looked at her quietly, but did not answer.

Xiang Yueming is a little guilty, and she is weak and weak: "In order to create something to watch, the program team added some pink bubbles to Song Yu and me."

――Added a bit.

Adding a point from what Xiang Yueming said, it is definitely more than a little bit.

For a while, Cheng Zhan really didn't know how to answer her words.

He stared at the person with a guilty conscience not far away, and said lightly, "What is pink bubble?"

Xiang Yueming: "..."

She looked at him, and the sarcasm was obvious: "You don't understand this?"

Cheng Zhan was expressionless: "I don't understand."

He said in a calm tone: "After all, there are no pink bubbles for me and others."

"Where is it?"

Xiang Yueming rolled his eyes and ran to him immediately.

She stood in front of Cheng Zhan, sat on him in front of him, raised her hand and rubbed his neck, softly shouting, "Brother."

Cheng Zhan didn't move.

Xiang Yueming rubbed the tip of his nose and stared at him closely.

She was sucked into his deep pupils, unable to get out.

After a long while, Xiang Yueming recovered.

She raised her hand again, patted Xia Cheng Zhan's head, bowed her head and kissed him on the cheek, and swayed her body, sticking to him sticky.

Cheng Zhan frowned.

Xiang Yueming smiled brilliantly and looked at him with full brows: "Do you understand now?"

She smiled and said, "This is called Pink Bubble."

Cheng Zhan looked at her, and said unhurriedly: "So what is the Pink Bubble between you and other actors?"

"...?"

Xiang Yueming choked: "No, no."

She hurriedly explained: "The pink bubbles between me and others are just a little bit of physical contact, accidentally touching my arms, or accidentally looking at each other, not yours."

Cheng Zhan looked at her calmly: "Isn't that a pink bubble just now?"

Xiang Yueming was silent for a few seconds before hesitating: "Should it not be counted?"

Cheng Zhan nodded, broke the casserole and asked, "What was that just now?"

Xiang Yueming: "..."

She wants to know too!

She blinked and looked at Cheng Zhan: "It's what you say."

Cheng Zhan: "Yeah."

Xiang Yueming looked at him suspiciously, wondering why he didn't go on.

Just thinking about it, Cheng Zhan hugged her up.

Caught off guard, Xiang Yueming hung on him in a hurry: "What are you doing?"

Cheng Zhan looked at her meaningfully: "Don't you let me understand?"

"what?"

Xiang Yueming stared at him, a little caught off guard.

It wasn't until she returned to the room and lay on the bed that she reacted with hindsight, and Cheng Zhan seemed to misunderstand the meaning of the series of actions she had just done.

However, she didn't seem to mind.

Misunderstandings are misunderstood, and it is good to make mistakes.

Perceiving her inattention, Cheng Zhan opened his mouth and bit her lower lip.

She opened her eyes in pain, and ran into the man's deep pupils.

Xiang Yueming paused and raised his head to respond to him.

...

The sky darkened at some point, and there was no more light outside.

The dusk was heavy, like a painting.

Xiang Yueming was all sweaty, he had his own as well as Cheng Zhan's.

She lay lazily on the bed and didn't want to move.

"Go take a bath?" Cheng Zhan looked down at her, his voice hoarse.

Xiang Yueming buried his head on his neck, and shouted coquettishly: "You take me."

Cheng Zhan's hands squeezing her waist tightly, did not move.

Xiang Yueming leaned against his ear and opened his lips to say something. A gleam of light flashed in Cheng Zhan's eyes before he carried him into the bathroom.

He did not toss Xiang Yueming again.

The two took a short shower, and looked at the man standing beside Xiang Yueming, his cheeks flushed.

"Why don't you go out yet?"

Cheng Zhan glanced around her, and asked in a low voice: "Where to go out?"

Xiang Yueming: "..."

She was speechless: "Be late."

Cheng Zhan nodded: "Well, Aunt Xu should be here."

"Then you go downstairs first."

Xiang Yueming patted her cheek: "I will wait for her to go down."

Cheng Zhan looked at her red pinna for a few seconds, and then backed down.

"twenty minutes."

"understood."

Cheng Zhan knew about her shyness.

She was extremely bold in front of herself, but in front of outsiders, she was very shy.

To some extent, she is very reluctant to let others see her side.

Cheng Zhan is not reluctant.

She can do whatever she wants, whatever she wants.

Twenty minutes later, Aunt Xu really left.

Dinner for two is on the table.

Although I only ate the noodles at two o'clock, it was probably because the exercises after the meal were too exhausting, which led to Xiang Yueming's appetite again.

Considering that Cheng Zhan will dance to Cheng Zhan later, she ate more.

After eating, Cheng Zhan did not urge her to go upstairs.

After waiting for Xiang Yueming to stand under the wall for half an hour and watching TV for another half an hour, Cheng Zhan took her to the dance room on the third floor.

The dance room is covered with glass on all sides, reflecting the figure in all directions.

Xiang Yueming glanced at him: "I'm going to change clothes."

Cheng Zhan looked at her solemnly: "Change here."

Xiang Yueming is ashamed and embarrassed.

"Not so good?"

Cheng Zhan: "What's not good?"

He said bluntly: "Where did I see you?" He bent over and pressed close to her pinna: "Not only did I see it, I also—"

Before the latter words came out, Xiang Yueming's mouth was covered.

"To shut up!"

Xiang Yueming became annoyed and said, "I didn't bring my clothes. You can get them in the bag that came back in the morning."

Cheng Zhan then stopped and went downstairs to fetch her clothes.

Xiang Yueming broke the jar and didn't care about him anymore.

The night was dim, and moonlight came in from the transparent glass.

It's almost half of the moon, the moon is big and bright, especially charming.

Xiangyue clearly had a casual attitude, but when she took off her clothes and looked in the mirror inadvertently, she was still a little bit unspeakable.

She saw the eyes of the man behind her in the mirror.

Cheng Zhan's eyes were dark and bright. It was falling on her bare skin, her eyes seemed to be lit by fire.

Xiang Yueming pursed her lower lip and picked up one side of the clothes.

She cleared her throat, and put on her skirt pretending to be calm. She tilted her head to look at the man behind her: "Do you want a veil?"

Cheng Zhan: "It's up to you."

His voice is slightly muted.

Xiang Yueming: "Wear it then."

She put the veil on and looked at him with a pair of peachy eyes: "Well, you go and stand in the corner."

Cheng Zhan didn't move.

Xiang Yueming: "Cheng Zhan?"

As soon as the voice fell, Cheng Zhan suddenly walked towards her.

Unprepared, Xiang Yueming was hugged by him on the piano next to him.

He lowered his eyes to look at her, and asked in a low voice: "Dance for a few minutes?"

"Just four minutes."

Cheng Zhan nodded: "Okay."

Xiang Yueming looked at him inexplicably: "You won't hold me down?"

Cheng Zhan glanced at the piano in front of him: "You are performing on the stage, not standing on the stage?"

"……Yes?"

Cheng Zhan pointed: "It's appropriate to stand on the piano."

Xiang Yueming: "But I'm afraid of falling."

The piano is not big enough and hasn't practiced on it. She is still worried about the danger.

"will not."

Cheng Zhan promised: "I won't let you fall."

Xiang Yueming and him looked at each other for a long while before losing the battle: "Well, then you stand by."

"Ok."

Xiang Yueming's dance can draw his emotions better than watching it through the video.

From the moment she danced, Cheng Zhan could no longer look away.

Xiang Yueming jumped a little cautiously. After the end, she looked at the man not far away: "How's it going?"

Cheng Zhan said nothing.

Xiang Yueming looked at his eyes: "Cheng Zhan."

Cheng Zhan raised his hand and hugged her from the piano, her Adam's apple rolled: "Tired?"

"Not tired, just--"

A little dizzy before he could say it, Cheng Zhan's kiss fell.

Under his kiss, Xiang Yueming heard him whisper: "That's one time here."