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Xia Yang closed her eyes, feeling the lingering, wet and hot kiss, her mind went blank, tiny electric currents surged through her body, and the only sound in her ears was the pounding sound of her heartbeat.
No one had ever told him that kissing felt so wonderful, like eating marshmallows, sweet and soft from the inside out.
This kiss lingered for a long time, so long that it was impossible to feel the time and forget everything around it. It was not until the mobile phone in the pocket suddenly started buzzing and vibrating that the lips of the two people who were close to each other slowly separated.
Xia Yang blinked her hazy deer eyes, panting, her chest heaving up and down, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and she looked into Han Yi's dark eyes.
"Who is so ignorant?" the man asked in a low voice, still holding his arm behind his neck, and his hot breath fell on the tip of his ear.
Xia Yang took out his phone and found an unfamiliar number.
"It should be, I just ordered the meal, I'll go get it."
He gently pushed Han Yi's arm away, straightened his clothes and walked towards the elevator. At this time, his head was still dizzy and his legs were a little weak.
When I read novels before, when the authors wrote about kissing, they would say "kiss until the legs are weak." He didn't understand at the time that the kiss was on the mouth, not the legs, and the legs were as weak as eggplants.
Now, he's starting to understand.
This sinking feeling like falling into a fluffy cloud is real.
When I walked to the elevator, I saw the girl at the front desk of the company standing there with a smile. She delivered the takeout on her behalf. Xia Yang strode forward and took the two heavy boxes: "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's okay, that's right." The little girl at the front desk blushed a little, looked up at him, and said, "Handsome guy, have you been angry lately? Your mouth is so red?"
Xia Yang: "..."
"Red, red?" He rubbed his lips and stuttered, "Maybe... the temperature in winter is too dry."
"I think so too," the little girl nodded seriously, not forgetting to warn her carefully before leaving, "By the way, handsome guy, don't use spicy food if you get angry," she pointed at the takeaway in Xia Yang's hand and said, " I’ve also eaten this hotpot from his house, and even a little bit of spicy food can make your tongue burst into flames.”
Xia Yang: "...Okay"
He quickly returned to the office, put down the takeaway, and immediately ran to the mirror to look at his "hot" lips.
Han Yi's eyes followed his back, and he moved his hands to open the packing boxes one by one: "Come here for dinner, what are you looking at."
Xia Yang didn't answer him, and stared at herself in the mirror. Her lips were indeed very red, and they were set on her fair face, like a ripe red cherry blossom.
Probably because the kiss lasted a long time, it was a little congested. He was embarrassed to say this to Han Yi so openly, so he only looked away, returned to the table, and put forward his constructive suggestions.
"In the future, for the sake of each other's physical and mental health, I propose that each kiss should not exceed 10 minutes."
"Huh?" Han Yi raised his eyes, "Why."
"My lung capacity is small, I'm afraid I'll pass out while being kissed." Xia Yang looked away and said nonsense seriously.
Han Yi focused his red mouth into his eyes, and after thinking about it for a while, he seemed to understand.
"Okay, I agree," he twitched the corner of his mouth, "but I still want to explain that it doesn't matter even if you pass out while kissing me, I can help you with artificial respiration."
Xia Yang: "..."
*
There are no recording tasks in the afternoon, so it’s a rare time to relax.
Xia Yang lay down on the soft leather sofa and thought about one thing.
Now he and Han Yi have officially established a relationship, no, more precisely, they are lovers.
It has been 10 months since I received the red book. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are an "old married couple".
But how will he explain to his agent next? It can't be that he traveled through time, married first, fell in love later, and harvested his husband.
In the midst of endless tangles, there was a knock on the door outside the office. Han Yi was looking at some documents and shouted "Come in" without raising his head.
When the administrative director walked in, he happened to see Xia Yang rolling on their chairman's 60,000 yuan imported sofa. It seems that Yazi is seriously ill.
Director: “…”
Xia Yang suddenly turned over: "..."
Han Yi raised his eyelids: "What's the matter?" he asked.
"That's it, Director Han." The administrative director recovered his thoughts and walked quickly to his desk. "The company's annual meeting will be held next week. I have already read the plan. We think the company has two big stars now. "As she spoke, she turned around and smiled at Xia Yang, as if she had completely forgotten what she had just seen. "So, can you please invite a big star to perform a show, and spare some time to take a photo with everyone? There are many people in the company. They are all Xia Xia’s fans!”
Han Yi thought for a while: "You have to discuss this matter with the big star himself."
The administrative director once again turned his attention to the big star Ben Xing.
"Okay, okay," Xia Yang nodded repeatedly: "No problem."
Just to save the image he just lost with the administrative director.
With this happy decision, the administrative director left with a cheerful pace. Xia Yang thought back to just now and felt that it was still necessary to talk to Boss Han.
"Boss," he swallowed, "when Director Li came in just now, he seemed to have seen my indecent behavior."
"What behavior?" Han Yi asked.
"Just... roll around on your sofa."
"Oh," Han Yi paused, then waved his hand gently, "It's okay. I can let them know more about it in the future and make it a habit."
Xia Yang: "..."
What an eccentric boss who indulges his subordinates!
He returned to the sofa and continued to think about how to deal with the agent. At this moment, he didn't dare to wallow anymore.
Although this is Han Yi's territory, as a family member, he still has to take the lead and not destroy the healthy balance in the workplace.
After sitting and meditating for a moment, the phone rang. I took it out and saw that it was a WeChat message from Ouwen.
[Model Ouwen]: Idol, did Director Li tell you that he hopes we will be guest performers at Genting Company’s annual meeting
Xia Yang replied:
[Yang]: I said it, I agreed.
[Model Ouwen]: I know you are a good person
[澎]：.
[Model Ouwen]: Idol, I have an idea. Let’s dance together. You are from a boy band, and I have also studied dance abroad for several years. The two of us combined to burst the audience.
Xia Yang thought for a while and typed [ok] on the dialog box.
I have already rejected Ou Wen so many times. If I refuse such a small request again, I would be a bad person.
The whole afternoon was spent discussing what kind of dance to dance and accompanying Han Yi at work. After dinner in the evening, it was almost 8:30 when I got home.
Xia Yang returned to the room and didn't rush to take a shower. She lay on her back and closed her eyes. Everything that happened today played in her mind like a movie.
From unique romantic feelings to lifelong ideals to that passionate and lingering kiss, Han Yi had given him so many beautiful things, and he should give something back.
While Dong Dong was thinking, Han Yi opened his bedroom door and walked in.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
Xia Yang turned over and got up, not intending to tell him the truth: "It's nothing. What about you? Are you here to visit?"
Han Yi looked at him for a moment and then spoke again: "I'm here to ask for advice."
Xia Yang: "?"
"We are now a husband and wife in the true sense. I solemnly extend an invitation to you and invite you to live with me." Han Yi looked serious and spoke seriously.
Xia Yang felt a lump in her throat, lowered her eyes, and the tips of her ears felt faintly warm. Then he thought about how when they first signed the agreement, the sponsor's father had specifically warned him: no overstepping, no intimacy, and they had to live in separate rooms.
Tsk tsk, you always have to pay back when you come out to fool around.
Even a little bad guy wouldn't be able to live up to this truth.
Ever since—
"Ahem, I received your invitation." He raised his chin and raised his posture, "But in my opinion, we have just confirmed our relationship. Don't be too hasty when sharing the same bed. You can't eat a fat man in one bite." ,dont you agree."
"You're not fat." Han Yi said.
Xia Yang: "..."
Xia Yang: "Don't change your concept secretly and fish in troubled waters!"
"...Okay, I respect your decision," Han Yi said calmly, "I'll ask again in two days."
Xia Yang: "."
When Han Yi went back to his bedroom, he stayed in bed for a while and then picked up the problem again.
No matter what you decide, gifts still have to be given.
He moved his fingers, clicked on a page, and searched for the most meaningful gifts for his husband. The top three highly praised ones were: hair growth pills, kidney-tonifying pills, and nose hair trimmer.
Xia Yang: "..."
It doesn't sound very high-minded.
Especially the kidney-tonifying pill, which is almost equivalent to swearing.
Just as he was about to continue searching, an advertisement for a jewelry brand suddenly popped up on his phone. Xia Yang glanced at it briefly, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind, there it is!
Give me a ring! The ring has many meanings. It represents uniqueness, eternity, and I want to hold you captive in this life.
Broader and wider!
But soon, the problem came again. Brand rings needed to be customized, and he was not sure about Han Yi's size. And this gift was intended as a small surprise, so I couldn't ask Han Yi directly.
It seems that we can only act in secret and rely on outsmarting others.
…
At 12 o'clock in the evening, in the dead of night, Xia Yang's eyelids had already been fighting, but he refused to sleep while chewing chili peppers.
He's going to do something tonight!
After holding on for more than an hour and watching the clock pointer gradually point to "2", he went to wash his face and opened the bedroom door.
Han Yi must be fast asleep now, it's time to "break into the house".
Following his previous plan, he took off his slippers, wearing only a pair of socks, and tiptoed open the door to the large bedroom next door.
The room was silent, without any noise. The blackout curtains were tightly drawn, and it was so dark that nothing could be seen clearly.
But this was not a problem. He came prepared and had already prepared a pocket flashlight. Holding the small flashlight in his left hand and a soft tape measure in his right hand, he approached Han Yi's bedside step by step like a kitten.
He walked closer and squatted down. The weak light of the flashlight could barely illuminate this small area.
Both of Han Yi's hands were hidden under the quilt. Xia Yang had no choice but to lift the corners of his quilt like a thief. However, just as he was about to open a small crack, he heard Han Yi's low and hoarse voice coming from behind. sound.
"Why did you come to my bedroom and regret it?"
"Ah!" Xia Yang always had a guilty conscience, but now he was almost scared out of his wits. He fell to the floor.
The bedside lamp clicked on, and the naked man sat up and looked down at the person in front of him.
"I..." Xia Yang no longer had the brain capacity to make up a perfect reason at this time. In order not to sacrifice his integrity, he had no choice but to confess.
"I, I just want to measure your fingers while you are sleeping." He grabbed the soft tape measure in his hand and stammered.
Han Yi was startled, recalling his action of lifting the bed cover just now, a rare look of shock appeared on his face.
Want to measure his size while he sleeps? ?
Why.
This is a man's most sensitive and private secret. What is Xia Yang plotting...
The author has something to say:
Han Yi: Are you so adventurous
Xia Yang (innocent face): Yeah~
Han Yi: Is it necessary to use this measurement method to obtain this kind of data
Xia Yang: Otherwise