Long time talent and deep love [entertainment circle]

Because of being too tired, Quan Zhilong, who returned to the hotel, was thinking about the hotel, almost as soon as possible, but once he entered the work mode, he suddenly forgot her existence, and when he turned on the phone again, she showed The place this would be at the hotel.

After saying goodbye to the members, I opened the door of my room, but there was an indifferent smell, which was very familiar.

The desk lamp next to the table was on, and there were two plates of fruit beside it. He picked up a cherries and stuffed them into his mouth. Pick up the note with correct handwriting: Ouba, there is nothing I can do to help you, I bought fruit, remember to eat it, go to bed early, good night.

He raised the corner of his mouth, looked at the note for a while, took another look at the cherries, and continued to taste one. This time it was indeed sweet, and he said to himself: "Fool, I gave you the card and actually kept it." .”

I gave her the card in the hope that he could spend his money, but unexpectedly, his mobile phone has no consumption records. Her boyfriend needs to use it, but she doesn't seem to know how to use it.

As far as her consumption concept is concerned, even giving her a credit card won't be enough, but if she can spend a little, even if it is to buy something she likes, he can feel the pride of being a boyfriend. He made it his own, as if it were his own.

Turned on the phone, played music, and went into the shower.

She must have fallen asleep.

Quan Zhilong glanced at the phone from time to time while holding the hair dryer in his face. The card in her room was still on the table.

After tidying up the fruit plate on the table, I took it directly to her room, opened the door of the room, except for the light in the corridor, there was no light inside.

Is it okay for her not to turn on the light now?Or no room at all?

He conveniently put the room card into the card slot, but found that there was another room card in it. It seemed that she should be there and did not go out.Turn on the light in the room, only to see papers thrown everywhere on the floor.

This is the first time I have seen such a messy scene. Even the first time I went to her apartment building, it was cleaned up spotlessly, let alone the room, and the neat handwriting could be seen from her handwriting, a friend I knew It's not as good-looking as her writing, it's simply a good handwriting.

Putting down the fruit plate and picking up the manuscripts on the ground, although I don't know how to arrange them in order, I still list them one by one and put them next to the computer. If I accidentally step on the traces of footprints, I will probably be blamed by her again tomorrow. , said that she would not say it so harshly, but thinking that she felt sorry for the cleanliness of these manuscripts, more real than feeling sorry for him, she would always avoid a bad balance in her heart.

"Er Cheng?" Turning on the dim lamp in front of the table, he cautiously went around to the side of the bed to see if she was asleep.

I saw that her eyes were still moving with her slightly closed eyes, and the middle of her brows were wrinkled into the shape of "Chuan".

Holding the slender hand that was exposed outside, and interlocking his fingers, he still got into the bed, leaned sideways, and patted her shoulder.

It's been a long time since he coaxed someone, and he was so patient, and suddenly he felt like a powerful giant.

I still remember that when I first met you, I didn't look at your face carefully. I only knew that you were strong and vigorous. You could feel the satisfaction of life even when you were trotting. And when you were on the ski resort, I remembered your overly good-looking face.

I like you, those dark and clear eyes often reveal elegance and demureness, and occasionally there is a trace of stubbornness; what I like about you is also that delicate nose, on that stunning dimple, and that flushed crimson color , especially when kissing you.

While carefully looking at the sleeping face, He Ercheng felt a hand on his body in a drowsy state, but the nightmare was so severe that it was difficult to distinguish. When he opened his eyes slightly, he felt that the light in the room was on.

Coupled with the faint smell of tobacco and shower gel, she subconsciously grabbed the clothes and held them tightly in her hands.

"Woke you up?" Quan Zhilong thought, it's good to wake up, just come out of the nightmare just now, so as to adjust the fear in her heart, let her know that he is back, and feel at ease.

He Ercheng didn't make a sound, just lay on his side and continued to sleep, and when he heard a familiar voice, he was sure that he was right.

Actually ignored him?

A large living person lay on the side...

He lowered his head and licked her face with his rough beard, but still didn't respond, he smacked a scent on the corner of his lips, and when he was about to kiss those soft lips, her face moved away, impartially, It happened to be a kiss.

"Eh...you did it on purpose." Quan Zhilong didn't believe this evil, and straightened her face, just as the corners of her mouth moved slightly as she suppressed a smile, "I've been tired all day, you don't even have a goodnight kiss Give it to me, hum~"

He happened to be supporting his lazy head with one hand, while the other was tossing and resting on her back.

He Ercheng moved his body, kept a little distance, especially when he was breathing very close, and didn't bother to open his eyes: "Go to sleep, you said you were tired, then go to bed early, there is still a performance tomorrow .”

"Ah—" But he still wouldn't give up on the last request, and said in a coquettish tone, "Then don't sleep either."

He Ercheng helplessly opened his eyes slightly, let go of his hand holding his clothes, moved to his face, held that childish face in both hands, and kissed him: "You can sleep now."

For a long time, his eyes did not move away, he looked at him very delicately, tender like water, even his heartbeat was very clear, and he was surrounded by longing and strong love when he looked at him for a few seconds with.

His eyes are not only sweet chocolate, but also like the inseparable air. Every time he breathes, he can hear him saying "I love you".

"Go to sleep." He Ercheng said softly, touching his face gently.

"Er Cheng, did you have a nightmare just now?" Quan Zhilong's eyes never left.

"Yeah." He Ercheng closed his eyes, nodded, and admitted in response.

"I love you." He confessed suddenly.

"METOO."

"No, if you love me, you should think about me more, so that you won't have nightmares at night." He said rudely.

"Huh?" He Ercheng was a little inexplicably weird. If you just think about it, you won't have nightmares... Could it be that he used himself as a way to ward off evil spirits? She said with a smile, "Then should I put a photo of you on it?" Bedside, to ward off evil spirits? If this is the case, who told you?"

His eyes have firmly locked her beautiful lips: "I love you, this feeling is not just lip service, it comes from the heart, the blood in the heart is boiling hot, that feeling, Do you understand?"

"Well, I think, you are writing lyrics, do you have new inspiration? But I hope it is not a sad melody? By the way, can't you write a song that is as warm as the sun?"

"No, no, no...you can't write about Yong Pei, he belongs to Sister Xiaolin."

He Ercheng suddenly couldn't help laughing: "Where did you come up with such a wild idea? I'm talking about the sun, not your friend the sun."

"Kidding."

"Hey~~" He Ercheng finally understood that he was a hidden person, and he couldn't tell at all, "Tell me, what do you want to do?"

He doesn't sleep at night, insists on waking her up, and keeps chattering, just like Hormon, who went to kindergarten when he was a child, always changing his mood because of a little thing that didn't meet his wishes. The grown-up who came back alive is very tired, and he still has to pester them for this and that. If he doesn't care about him a little bit, he will never stop pestering the adults until he is satisfied.

"I want...to kiss you, endlessly and dimly." That hot peripheral vision has been staring closely.

"I read it a long time ago, and it seems that the same is written in the book, but the heroine thinks so. The hero is a bastard. They just met for a short time and experienced a misunderstanding..."

His scorching breath had already covered her, but she was still recalling the plot of the book loosely, even the title of the book was blurred.

Every kiss that fell seemed like a serious confession, countless and unclear.

"Is this really all right?" She was flustered, and her eyes were even more unpredictable. When her hand touched her neck, she retracted again, but she was firmly supported by her hand on her back, and hugged her.

Quan Zhilong stared blankly at her sudden stop.

"Baby, what's the matter?" He paused suddenly, and found that her hands were grabbing his clothes, as if he couldn't help it.

"It's just... afraid!"

"What are you afraid of?"

"Tattoo."

"Then close your eyes."

He Ercheng nodded, tilted his head, carefully approached his face, groped inch by inch to kiss his eyebrows, and even held his face with his slender fingers.

She was feeling every tiny movement with her heart, but she always felt that half of her feelings were hidden, and she didn't express it like he did.

He just wanted to kiss you, and she agreed.

Then if one day, he wants everything from her crazily, will she agree without hesitation?

No, it may be that she hasn't done enough, she doesn't have full trust, and everything is what she thinks should be done in her cognition, and it is also an essential process.

She doesn't understand yet, so she is still exploring in this relationship. Maybe, his words are simple, but her heart needs to go through a lot, including suffering.

And Quan Zhilong felt that what he could do was to show his feelings without reservation.

He squeezed that cautious hand and put it on his chest. He couldn't bear to let this guy let him go. Even if he was clumsy, he was challenging his bottom line: "Don't move, be obedient, just be obedient."

It is only when he is at home that he can control everything and act recklessly.

After a while, He Ercheng was already tired, but he was still greedily ingesting her breath, and even felt that his hands were constantly pulling something, only feeling that his shoulders were getting colder and colder, and his nightgown was falling down little by little .

"E...wait...wait a minute."

Until she couldn't control the strength in her hand, her clothes were still pulled too far, so she hurriedly approached her and hugged her.

Quan Zhilong also found out because of her sudden approach, and felt the temperature with his neck against his neck. He lifted her clothes apologetically: "Sorry, I didn't pay attention for a while."

Because he said that he only wanted to kiss and didn't say anything else, he suddenly felt ashamed in his heart, but it shouldn't be good to say this kind of thing in advance, after all, they are all adults.

"Do you want to continue?"

Originally, she was meant to ask this question, but it was he who asked her first.

But she was the one who interrupted first.

She raised her head and kissed his chin: "Yes." She still didn't refuse.

Quan Zhilong's heart has already carried many confessions, crazily saying it over and over again, and what she just said for her to hear can only be left behind, the most profound sentence, and the feeling should be just right.

Every inch of her milk-like skin was being baptized by him, and even one of them was not in control, and her fingers touched her hair and then came out, hooking off her hair, she didn't cry out that it hurts.

Did she accidentally tear off her clothes just now? It was because the nightgown in the hotel was too big and she was so thin.

So, he changed his posture and lay down, so as not to let him get confused and mess up easily, he tidied up his clothes.

All the skin that has been kissed becomes pink and tender, especially the earlobe. Just by being close to it for a while, I can clearly feel my breath, shrink my neck subconsciously, grunt uncomfortably, and pull the clothes on my chest hard. some.

Quan Zhilong raised his head subconsciously, looked at her in his arms, blushed up to his ears, looked at him in embarrassment, and said, "Do you want to get that? There should be hotel rooms, but I don't know where to put?"

"Oops, could it be that he was discovered?" Quan Zhilong thought to himself, retreated subconsciously, and even climbed out of bed, shaking his head, "It's getting late, you go to bed first, I'll go to the bathroom."

He Ercheng didn't quite understand, didn't he say he loved her, why did he go to the toilet?Or is she unworthy?

She just felt a little lost, and when she heard the bathroom door close, she curled up under the quilt, the temperature from when he just kissed her was still there.

Obviously like it unreservedly.

After a while, there was the sound of flushing from the bathroom, and he came back as if nothing had happened, lay down beside her, and turned his back to her.

"Are you ready?" He Ercheng asked, but he remained motionless, "Is it all right?"

Would it be uncomfortable in that case?He Ercheng thought.

"Ouba." He Ercheng called softly sadly, but did not dare to touch him again.

"It's okay, it's all over, go to sleep, you're tired too."

However, He Ercheng still couldn't help asking: "Why?" His arms still bravely wrapped around his waist and hugged him gently.

He was fiddling with her fingers delicately, and said aggrievedly: "It's okay, you haven't fully believed me yet, how could I do something to hurt you."

He Ercheng was startled, a little overwhelmed, it turned out that she gave him such an illusion, and she got closer: "I like you, very, very special, I like you, really." From the heart.

Quan Zhilong's hand was attached to hers, but it wasn't all because of this, she probably forgot about it herself, it's only been a few days since she recovered from a serious illness.

The heart that likes you is true, and the heart that loves you is also very real.

He still couldn't bear it, turned around and hugged her: "Go to sleep, it's already late."

The author has something to say: I started typing this chapter in the morning, intermittently, and finished writing it after 7 o'clock in the evening.