I Heard You Like Me Too

A crisp, loud voice rang in my ears.

Freeze the moment when the two thin lips touched.

One is a god emperor aloof, and the other is a little fairy as elegant as a lotus.

With a flash of inspiration in the cameraman's mind, he easily decided on the theme this time.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the camera in his hand, and curled his lips with a half-smile: "Ah, sorry, I forgot to turn off the sound."

His tone was joking, and instantly broke the frozen air.

Qi Yan's face turned dark, and he frowned, ignoring the pain in his hands.

"Song Jingran!"

"Here it is!" Song Jingran approached with a playful smile, glanced at the pictures in the camera, and preemptively struck.

"Qi Da, fortunately I want to come back to get the camera temporarily, otherwise I wouldn't be able to take such a good photo! Although I disturbed you, I am still very happy Qi Da, please kill lightly!"

Qi Yan straightened his clothes with one hand, freed his right hand and spread it out towards him: "Give it to me!"

Because of the impact just now, the skin on his hand was slightly scratched, the bandage had already been torn, and the white gauze was soaked in blood.

Song Jingran pressed her tongue against the palate, although she was cowardly, she still wanted to say: "I have another idea, Mr. Qin Zhan, can you please lick Qi Da's wound?"

Qin Zhan was getting up from the ground.

The impact just now made his brain go blank, but he didn't feel the pain in the back of his head that he had expected. He was wondering if there was something blocking the wall from him, when he heard Song Jingran's words.

His eyes tightened, thinking of something, he hurried forward.

Qi Yan was about to grab the camera that was close at hand when he was suddenly intercepted in mid-air.

Qin Zhan grasped his palm, her slender fingers pressed against each other, and her fingertips were slightly numb.

Sure enough, it was Qi Yan who supported the back of his head with his hands just now, so that he didn't feel so much pain!

Qin Zhan suddenly felt distressed, and a layer of mist formed in his eyes.

He carefully removed the gauze from Qi Yan's hand, not realizing that he was being surrounded by two tigers.

One person shook the camera in his hand and greeted Qi Yan with his eyes.

Qi Yan rolled his eyes at him, and his eyes fell on the top of Qin Zhan's hair, with a faint urge to bully him.

Song Jingran adjusted the camera and signaled to Qi Yan.

Qi Yan moved his right cheek and said in a hoarse voice, "You hurt me again..."

Qin Zhan let out a "hmm", and lowered his head forbearance to check his hands.

The scratched place is exactly the place where white blisters appeared. At this moment, the scorching heat and pain are intertwined, and it is simply a mysterious "sour".

Beads of blood popped out of his palm, and Qin Zhan blew subconsciously. The sudden warmth made Qi Yan frowned unconsciously, and his voice became even hoarse.

"So, give me a lick."

Simply beast!

Song Jingran covered her mouth to hold back the laughter, and raised the banner in her heart.

Come on, fuck it!

No, reserved.

Soon the same day.

Thank you.

He quickly adjusted the angle and aimed at the two of them.

Qin Zhan was stunned, and looked at Qi Yan without knowing why, his ears were buzzing, he couldn't believe it.

The words just now were actually sent by Qi Yan?

Such a lustful action?

He swallowed unnaturally, asking for confirmation: "Lick?"

Qi Yan raised his eyebrows, his eyes trembling: "Why? Don't you want to?"

Then he half-closed his eyes: "It hurt me..."

Qin Zhan's heart softened, and he quickly lowered his head: "Okay."

He pulled Qi Yan's fingers, and slowly brought his face into the palm of his hand, spraying hot and humid breath, wrapping around the injured area, making Qi Yan lose his mind for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, he pressed his tongue against it and hooked it up.

Like tens of thousands of electric currents rushing into the body from the wound, the three different sensations were random, intertwined and separated, and intertwined again.

Qi Yan frowned, and then slowly relaxed, even breathing unnaturally thickened.

It's a little irritating.

Once licked, there will be a second time.

Qi Yan even wanted to hold him to discuss making an appointment next time to discuss the script.

But Qin Zhan was very fast, and quickly licked the blood into his mouth.

A faint smell of blood lingered in his mouth, he raised his head slightly to confirm that Qi Yan's palm was no longer bleeding, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Next..."

"go home."

Qin Zhan's remaining words stuck in his throat, and he swallowed the following three words in a daze.

Qi Yan suppressed his unnatural blushing, hurriedly shook his palm, walked out quickly, and secretly curled his fingers, and brought the belt forward, wanted to hold it, but felt embarrassed, and hurriedly put it down.

Qin Zhan's clothes were ravaged and he was in a hurry, not knowing what to do for a while.

Song Jingran showed his warm and masculine temperament, and took out a brand new shirt from the cabinet for him.

"It was given to Qi Dabei before, it might be a bit big for you to wear, but it's about the same."

His tone was much more natural, deliberately keeping some distance.Qin Zhan nodded slightly at him and hurriedly changed his clothes.

But Song Jingran missed his face and said: "Just return the clothes to Qi Da."

Qin Zhan smiled lightly: "Thank you, Mr. Song."

He held his lips and sighed desolately in his heart.

Such a good melon, is she going to be prostituted by that bastard Qi Yan?

Alas, people's hearts are not old, people's hearts are not old.

****

Qi Yan walked to the door and stopped to wait for him again.

Not long after, I saw Qin Zhan running over wearing a brand new shirt, with a wrinkled piece of clothing wrapped around his elbows.

He half-closed his eyes, calmed down his agitated heart just now, regained his previous indifference and sternness, turned and walked out.

Qin Zhan was worried about the injury on his hand, and asked nervously, "Do you want to go to the hospital again?"

"Is it alright if the white bubble bursts?"

"It's still bleeding, why don't you go back and bandage it again?"

Qi Yan looked at the wound on his hand, raised his eyebrows.

It's just because of the burn and the impact just now that it made him hurt for a while, and after such a long time, he has already stopped the pain, okay? !

Qi Yan walked in front, and he followed.

I don’t know when it started, maybe it was some kind of damn near Zhu Zhechi, near Mo Zhehei (in fact, Qin Zhan thought he liked it and racked his brains to suppress it), and Qi Yan felt a little angry.

Compared to now, he prefers Qin Zhan, who blushed and stuttered at every turn in the past, instead of nagging Qin who is polluted by Gu Ziyu and talks more than the aunt who cooks.

Thinking of Gu Ziyu, Qi Yan's eyes flickered.

Since Qin Zhan met him, he has changed a lot...

An inexplicable hostility arose in Qi Yan's heart, and even a faint sour taste overflowed the tip of his tongue.

He reached his palate and stopped in front of the car.

Qin Zhan stopped in his tracks, his eyes fell on the car, his heart ached again, and he hurried forward.

"We can take a taxi, or something else. I'll just ask someone to drive this car back, or you can tell me how you want to arrange it..."

Before he finished speaking, he leaned over and pressed it to his lips.