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Xi Ling's eyes were covered with water, and her words were vague: "Maybe a little bit."

Ye Cike asked the director: "Do you have a room for rest?"

"Yes, in the attic of that house."

Following the direction of the director's finger is a small wooden building with exquisite small animals carved on the cornices and flowers, birds, insects and animals carved under the beams, which are still vivid after thousands of years.

The houses along the street here are all shops on the lower floors, and only the attic on the second floor can be used for people.

She was thinking about how to lift the drunk cat in front of her, when Xi Ling stretched out her hand, wrapped it around her waist naturally, and buried her face in her body.

He muttered in his mouth, "It's so thin."

The warm breath passed through the fabric and was close to the skin, Ye Cike unconsciously retracted his abdomen, trying to push Xi Ling away.

However, a certain person is so tightly entwined that he refuses to let go.

Ye Cike narrowed his eyes: "...Is this a little bit?"

The audience was completely silent, and the recorder forgot to hit the board, staring at the two people on the stage in astonishment.

The director hurriedly clapped his hands and shouted: "Don't watch, do what you should do! Don't say what you shouldn't say."

The rest of the people are willing to step back and leave.

Ning Lan's face turned dark, and she poked Xiao Xiang who was standing beside her with her elbow, "What are you doing in a daze? Take Xi Ling to rest."

"Oh well!"

She stepped forward quickly, trying to separate Xi Ling and Ye Cike.

I don't know where this usually weak omega gets its strength from.He broke his hands, couldn't break them apart at all, pushed his shoulders, and rubbed against Ye Cike desperately.

It looks like a dodder flower entangled to death.

Xiao Xiang pushed his glasses in embarrassment, not daring to look at Ning Lan's expression.

The scene was at a stalemate for a while, and finally Ye Cike sighed: "Forget it, I'll do it. You go to Ning Lan, don't let someone who cares about it make a fuss about it."

After she finished speaking, she leaned over and hugged Xi Ling by the waist.

Xi Ling reacted very quickly and leaned her head on Ye Cike's shoulder, as if she had expected it long ago.

With her eyes wide open, she poked Ye Cike's shoulder aggrievedly: "Ye Cike, I'm human, can you be gentle when you move me?"

Ye Cike lowered his eyes and threatened without any psychological burden: "It would be nice if I can move you, and if I say anything else, I will leave you behind."

The person in his arms suddenly became quiet, motionless, as well-behaved as a doll, able to play with it at will.

Ye Cike strode across the street and climbed upstairs on the creaking wooden planks.

Although the attic is small, it has all internal organs, except that the lighting is not very good.The beds were clean and tidy, and there were several bottles of water on the table.

Put the person on the bed, shake off the quilt and cover her up.

Just as Ye Cike was about to leave, Xi Ling stretched out her claws and grabbed her clothes, refusing to let go.

Ye Cike frowned: "Let go."

Xi Ling bit her lip and shook her head pitifully.

"I heard a mouse running around and it was going to bite me."

A drunk person has no logic and no credibility. Ye Cike remained indifferent, pulling the clothes away from her hand bit by bit.

"Where did the mouse bite you?"

Xi Ling shrank back into the cup and said softly, "Yes, I have been bitten."

Her cheeks were sickly red, extremely fragile.The movement of the hand was quite stubborn, and he continued to hold it in another place.

Ye Cike's eyes fell on Xi Ling's hand, and he spoke casually.

"You drink for me with such a poor capacity for alcohol?"

""

Ye Cike changed the question: "Why do you want to change the phone number?"

But the person in front of her was still silent, her whole body was like a pool of stagnant water, and the questions thrown at her could not cause any waves.

Even so, she still refused to let go.

Ye Cike let her hold him, and asked again: "Then what happened to the person who kidnapped you?"

Xi Ling frowned, her voice seemed to be squeezed out of her throat, dry and hoarse.

"Leave me alone."

Ye Cike looked down at her condescendingly, the corner of his mouth was like a smile but not a smile: "I'm starting to doubt now, from the beginning to the end, did you trust me at all? Or did I act too lazy and made you feel insecure? "

The room was completely quiet, and the stagnant air gained weight, making Ye Cike a little out of breath. She seemed to be dizzy due to lack of oxygen, and there was only black and white noise in front of her eyes.

"Ye Cike."

Xi Ling's voice fluctuated from far to near, Ye Cike closed his eyes and spoke slowly: "Yes."

"Can you stay?"

After Xi Ling finished speaking, she moved to the side to make a space, the meaning was obvious.

Ye Cike said indifferently: "Only my wife can sleep with me, are you my wife?"

As if being poked at a sore spot, Xi Ling's eyes suddenly turned red.

"I do not deserve."

She let go.

She retracted herself into the quilt, a small one, only the top of her head was exposed.

Ye Cike turned around and wanted to leave, but when he came to the door, he paused and fell back again.

Without hearing the sound of opening and closing the door, Xi Ling peeked out a pair of eyes from the gap in the quilt and looked at her eagerly.

The effects of alcohol didn't seem to be over, how could Xi Ling say these words in the past.She would only refute with a blunt mouth, trying to drive herself away.

Ye Cike sat down on the bed again, unscrewed the cap of the bottle of mineral water slowly, and took a sip of it himself under Xi Ling's expectant eyes.

Xi Ling lowered her eyes and looked at her sadly.

The cold water slid down his throat and trickled into his heart, suppressing a lot of depression, Ye Cike tried his best to speak calmly.

"You think you are unworthy, why are you still messing with me?"

Xi Ling's pale fingers picked up the folds of the bed strap, and her voice was unsteady: "I want to suck some pheromone."

Ye Cike tapped the bedside table with his bony fingers: "Listen to what you said, does it make sense?"

Now Xi Ling covered her head under the quilt again, her voice was as thin as a mosquito.

"I endured it, I really couldn't bear it..."

After not hearing Ye Cike's movement for most of the day, Xi Ling raised the quilt a little and looked at her through the slit.

"Ye Cike, are you angry?"

Ye Cike remained expressionless: "I don't."

"really?"

"Already angry."

"But……"

She seemed to be asking questions endlessly until Ye Cike personally said the answer she wanted.

After realizing this, Ye Cike interrupted immediately, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, I am very angry."

Almost without hesitation, Xi Ling got up from the bed and approached Ye Cike extremely fast.Towards that handsome side face is a kiss.

"Chirp."

The face softened, as if the tenderest petals were brushed against it, warm and cool, or lightly rubbed by a feather.Ye Cike's pupils shrank, and his heart almost stopped beating.

After Xi Ling leaned forward and kissed, she leaned forward and tilted her head to see Ye Cike's reaction.

She couldn't take her eyes off, and there was a little tension in her eyes.

"Are you still angry?"

The atmosphere was so silent that Xi Ling's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she leaned closer to try to repeat the old trick.Before she came to kiss him, Ye Cike turned around and put his index finger against Mao Mao's head.

Ye Cike took a deep breath and sighed, "Stupid."

"You also said that my mind is filled with sawdust, and you are the one who can't love."

"You have to love yourself first, and then learn to be honest. Until you can be honest with me, I won't believe a word you say."

Xi Ling tugged at her sleeves aggrievedly, trying to bargain: "Three quarters."

"No."

"Two-thirds."

"No."

Xi Ling rubbed her forehead against Ye Cike's hand, like a cat coquettishly.

"One-half, can I kiss you again?"

Ye Cike laughed angrily, a scheming omega.

"Why do you negotiate terms with me? With your precarious reputation? Besides, what's a kiss on the face?"

Xi Ling lowered her head and said in a muffled voice, "Oh, all right."

After a while, she couldn't help asking again: "Then can I still be with you when recording the show? I'm so weak."

""

"No, can I stroke your hair then?"

The voice was soft and pathetic.

Ye Cike felt incredible: "Why do you always miss my hair? Huh?"

"Your agent has touched it, and I want to touch it too."

"Ning Lan is—"

Before Ye Cike could say a word, he heard Ning Lan's super loud questioning outside the door.

"Ye Cike, what are you doing? Waiting for so long?"

Xiao Xiang, who followed closely behind, quickly persuaded: "Miss Ning, calm down, it's not good for you if you get angry. I have red dates and wolfberry tea, do you want to drink it?"

Ye Cike was silent.

The wooden attic is a bit old, and it makes a lot of noise when people step on the wooden floor.

But now I can't hear the footsteps clearly, otherwise I wouldn't be caught by Ning Lan on the spot.

Seeing that she was silent, Xi Ling lay back on the bed very consciously, and covered herself with the quilt.

"You go, I can understand, your agent will get angry if you talk too much with me."

Acted very empathetic and green tea.

Ye Cike was speechless, she simply opened the door and went out, and met Shang Ning Lan's hateful eyes.

He has gotten used to this, Ye Cike pretended not to notice, and calmly ordered: "Xiao Xiang, help Xi Ling change rooms, don't live in the attic. Feed her a bowl of hangover soup."

Ning Lan squinted at her contemptuously, as if Ye Cike was some kind of innocent.

"Auntie asks when you'll be home, don't hang around outside all the time."

Ye Cike changed his composure and couldn't believe it.

"my mother?"

Ning Lan nodded: "Yes, my aunt is very angry, she told you to go back and get married."

"Auntie found more than a dozen high-quality omega, you can meet one every day until you find one you like."

Ye Cike's face was dull, a little hopeless: "You might as well let me die."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Lan shook his head, and the white hair was messed up. Ning Lan still didn't think it was enough, and repeatedly squeezed it into a chicken coop before giving up.

She hugged her chest with both hands, but Baozi's face was full of inhuman indifference.

"Then go tell Xi Ling that you are dying and let her marry you."

"Tsk."

Ye Cike went downstairs quickly, seeing his back image as running for his life.

Witnessing the whole process from the side, Xiao Xiang asked cautiously: "Is there something wrong with Miss Ye's body? Your expression just now didn't look like you were joking."

Ning Lan rarely raised her head and looked her up and down.

"You're pretty sharp."

Xiao Xiang pushed his glasses a little embarrassedly: "I'm just speculating reasonably, if Xi Xi heard the conversation you had just now, she would definitely be able to guess it."

"Stop talking for Xi Ling."

Ning Lan scoffed, turned and left.

On the other side, Ye Cike opened his work group and typed: [Who sold me? ]

Qin Cunxue immediately jumped out: [You should! ]

The inner ghost was found, and Ye Cike wanted to confront Qin Cunxue, but he received a red pop-up window as soon as the news was sent.

[You have been kicked out of the group chat! ]

Ye Cike:?

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