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!"

He covered his head and laughed skinny and shameless: "Please kill lightly!"

Qi Yan straightened his clothes with one hand, freed his right hand and spread it out towards him, with a solemn expression: "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 put her tongue against her palate, took a quick step back, a gleam flashed in her eyes, she smiled and quickly suppressed it, squinting at Qin Zhan, who was still dazed.

"I thought of 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.

Hearing this, Qi Yan was terrified, and angrily went to grab Song Jingran's camera, but his hand was suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Qin Zhan grasped his palm, and pressed his slender fingers together, covered with warmth, and his 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!

A layer of mist formed in Qin Zhan's eyes.

He carefully pushed aside the bloody gauze on Qi Yan's hand, not realizing that he was surrounded by two tigers.

One person shook the camera in his hand, greeted Qi Yan with his eyes, sometimes raised his brows, sometimes blinked his eyes, sometimes made a pleading gesture, and sometimes wiped his neck with a knife.

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, blinked and lowered his head.

Song Jingran smirked triumphantly, whistled a meaningful whistle and made a good pose.

Qi Yan tugged at the corners of his lips and said in a hoarse voice, "You hurt me again..."

Qin Zhan let out a muffled "hmm", 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.

Damn exciting!

Qin Zhan was stunned, and raised his head for no reason, his ears were buzzing, a little unbelievable.