Huo Yunshen said these words in Yan Qing's ear, and his lips touched her.
Yan Qing was so nervous that she was steamed by the faint heat from the man's exhalation, and with his aggressive rubbing, her skin was numb, as if stimulated by a small electric current, a blush appeared from the roots of her ears, spreading uncontrollably all the way to the collarbone .
Once again, she clearly realized that every time Huo Yunshen hugged her, his arms were like solid cages.
Time and time again, trying to lock her up with her body.
And the strength of her struggle is getting smaller and smaller, because she was not so afraid of him before she found out, but was willing to believe that he would not really hurt and force herself.
But it's dangerous to go on like this.
Sure enough, Huo Yun squeezed her waist deeply, indulging in the hugs he longed for day and night, he couldn't help kissing her face, and his breathing became more and more rapid.
Yan Qing's heart was pounding, she attributed all her reactions to the shame of being caught on the spot, and hurriedly pushed him even more: "Why did you come back early? Didn't you say after dark?"
Huo Yun whispered: "My wife is home, I don't want to wander outside."
Of course Yanqing didn't think that he did it on purpose, but he realized it with hindsight. After the driver delivered her, he would definitely report to Mr. Huo. She was too stupid to be so arrogant. , and most importantly, she also wears super little!
Lost people!
Relying on his thinness, Yan Qing lowered his stature, got out of his restraint, grabbed the clothes and put it on, blushing and said, "If you promised not to have intimate contact, you break your precept again."
Huo Yunshen lowered his arms in despair, refusing to acknowledge the account: "You bumped into it yourself, don't blame me."
Yan Qing was even more embarrassed, thinking about hitting her head to death, she deserves it!
Huo Yunshen took a step forward slowly, pushed down the long hair that was stuck to her face, and repeated his wish: "The dance is very good, I want to watch it again."
Yan Qing's head smoked, whoever believes this kind of brainless praise is stupid.
She is quite confident when she is playing alone, but after all, it is a shortcoming, and she really wants to perform in front of others, especially for a heavyweight audience like Huo Yunshen, she always feels that she is not good enough at dancing, and there is a big gap between Ouyang and the others.
That's why I practice hard every day.
But after practicing for so long, I still don't feel confident.
She can't guarantee the effect of dancing seriously, let alone just jumping randomly, Mr. Huo is laughing at her at all!
Yan Qing walked out with her head sullen, and grumbled aggrievedly: "Don't make trouble, I'll go prepare dinner."
Not only did she want to be a little wife, but she also spontaneously added the role of a little cook, so she was very good.
Huo Yunshen's heart was weak, he stopped her and raised her face.
The tip of the little girl's nose turned red, and the end of her eyes were two touching rouge colors. It could not be said that it was because of shame or lack of self-confidence. No matter which one, Huo Yunshen would not accept it.
He leaned down slightly, touched her hair, and said in a solemn tone, "Yanqing, you dance better than anyone else. I want to see, not to tease you, but to really like it."
Yan Qing bit her lip and clenched her hands slightly.
He asked again, "Who are you trying to dance to?"
"To myself...to the fans."
Yanqing always remembered the figures outside the playground who held up banners and cameras for her, and did not want to disappoint anyone when she performed in public.
Huo Yunshen knew the result, but his heart was still stabbed, and he smiled bitterly.
In the past, he was very savage, and without restraining his possessiveness, he forced him to ask Qingqing, "Who do you sing for?"
He was afraid of hearing other possibilities and couldn't bear to know the answer.
Qingqing smiled very sweetly at that time, dragging a long tone to sell her off. When he simulated countless imaginary enemies and kissed her with red eyes, she tilted her head playfully and said, "I just want to sing to Huo Yunshen."
At this point, he was no longer in her answer.
It doesn't matter, he doesn't hurt, he will control himself and take the initiative to walk towards her.
Huo Yun deeply covered the darkness in his eyes, and his voice rolled with grit: "I'm also your fan."
Yan Qing was stunned.
He stared at her with straight and deep eyes: "Yanqing, can you dance for me?"
Five minutes later, Yan Qing put on a pair of fluttering wide-leg pants and stood in the middle of the floor of the recording studio again, feeling that she was probably out of her mind. She really listened to what Huo Super Fan Yun Shen said. Decided to dance for him.
It is really…
Mr. Huo is too sincere!
He pushed all the equipment that was in the way, vacated the venue, adjusted the roof lights, and created a bunch of spotlights. For this, he also rolled up his sleeves and replaced two brighter bulbs, and used those little lights on the windows to make temporary Made a bunch of glow sticks and sat on the small sofa expectantly, shaking it jerky.
As the scene unfolded, if Yan Qing hadn't danced, he wouldn't be able to face Huo Yun's burning eyes.
"... I, I really danced!"
The little lanterns clattered loudly.
"You can't laugh at me!"
Huo Yunshen tried his best to have a serious face: "I'm very rational, not a brainless fan. I will give you objective opinions, help you improve, and perform better in public performances."
Music sounded.
Yan Qing gritted her teeth and fought her way out. Anyway, Mr. Huo's aura alone can be worth thousands of troops. If she can overcome him, she will probably be able to come to any audience on the stage in the future.
Just jump.
Huo Yunshen was three meters away from her, and mobilized all his strength to maintain himself as a person.
During a two-and-a-half-minute dance, the light sticks in his hand were broken one by one, and the incision cut the skin to remind him of his current identity.
He closed his eyes a few times to suppress his impulses, and sat on the sofa, a thought rushed into his mind.
I don't want to show it to others.
When Qingqing regains her memory and truly accepts him, he may be perverted and make her dance again. In the middle of the journey, he rushes to interrupt, presses her, on the floor, on the table, on the sofa, anywhere, and does whatever he wants to her. .
But now, after Qingqing danced, all he could do was applaud, hide his expression with shadows, and say the praise he wanted from beginning to end.
Yan Qing gasped, listening to Mr. Huo blowing the rainbow fart in a serious and serious manner, he couldn't hold back his laughter, went to squat down beside him, raised his face and asked, "You said that you're not a brainless fan? Are you really trying to coax me?"
Huo Yun looked down at her deeply: "Of course it is, but I have a suggestion."
Yan Qing sternly said, "You say it."
Huo Yunshen calmly entrained private goods: "In the next knockout round, the level of your team is uneven, as the captain, if you are too good in singing and dancing, it is not good for the whole, you should choose one who is better at it, and give others to others. Performance, each perform their duties.”
Yanqing got an accidental instruction, thought for a while, and then he stopped, and the team performance that had always been troubled suddenly had a new way of life. A song doesn't have to remain the same, it can be interspersed with dance interludes and dance for Ouyang Then splicing the gentle lyricism and the rap that ignites the atmosphere, and arrange them for their suitable members to cover up their shortcomings and highlight their advantages.
Taking a main song as the basis, and smashing into various fragments of different styles, other groups may not be able to do it, but she can, she is good at arranging, and she is completely competent.
Yan Qing shook Huo Yunshen's arm in surprise: "Shen Shen, you are too good, the problem seems to be solved! I'll be in charge of the treble and arrangement!"
Huo Yunshen's tense body was shaken out of the gap by her, and he asked in a calm voice, "Stop dancing?"
"Don't jump, don't jump," she rolled her eyes happily, "I'll talk about it next time."
Huo Yun achieved his goal, raised his hand, and seemed to stroke the back of her head gently, but his strength could not be rejected: "Since I have helped, can I ask for a reward?"
The voice fell, and without waiting for Yan Qing's opinion, he held his shaky calmness and lowered his head to kiss the corner of her mouth.
Yan Qing was scalded, and she opened her eyes wide open, dissatisfied with the crusade: "You talk about being a fan! If you have professional ethics, how can fans kiss idols!"
Huo Yunshen moved his lips slightly and rubbed her face: "Before becoming a fan, I was your husband first."
Yan Qing went to the kitchen with a tomato face, waved his knife angrily, and cut the cucumber in half on the cutting board.
In the end, Mr. Huo's routine was still used.
Huo Yunshen changed into his home clothes, stood behind her, wrapped his arms in front of her, took the knife, cut into shreds with pure technique, and helped her cook.
He was close to each other, but with such a thin line of distance, they didn't really fit each other's bodies.
But they can feel each other's body temperature and heartbeat, intertwined with each other, and keep space.
Yan Qing couldn't find a reason to say that he violated the rules.
She tried to shrink herself into a small quail in the small space he had circled.
It's a pity that Mr. Huo is so good at cooking, but he can't eat it himself.
Yan Qing turned to him and mentioned the serious business: "You always have insomnia and no appetite, how can your body get better, we have to find a way to solve it, don't say sleep and feed every day, even if you think it's impossible..."
Huo Yun held the knife with his sharp-boned fingers, cut the ingredients slowly, and corrected her: "These are indeed ways to eradicate, but you don't accept them, but you should understand that emotional comfort is as important as physical comfort, forcibly removing half, useless."
Yan Qing opened his mouth, knowing that what Mr. Huo said actually made sense.
How to express feelings? How can a sense of security be re-established for someone who has been severely traumatized? Just by mouth? In the final analysis, there is still no lack of physical contact, holding hands, hugging, kissing, and even deeper, are effective emotional catharsis.
He is not very ill, and the medicine he needs will not be simple.
It's not that easy to be cured without paying.
Yan Qing lowered her head tangled, looking at the pair of white and slender, but with burnt hands to cook dishes, she finally made up her mind and said, "Why not... I'll give you grace, you can hold hands, hug, kiss … the degree of kissing the face, but like a kindergarten child, I will give you a score table.”
Huo Yun took a deep breath and slightly increased: "Point table?"
She nodded: "Let's solve the problem of eating first. It's not that you can't eat it, but you are subjectively resisting it. From tomorrow onwards, if you eat a meal by yourself, it will be regarded as a point. You can save it and wait for enough to exchange for the corresponding amount. Physical contact, do you think... Interested? Can you bring up a little passion for eating?"
Huo Yun swallowed deeply, calming his voice as usual: "I'm interested, what about insomnia?"
"Insomnia is a bit difficult." Yan Qing was distressed.
His stir-frying wrist was a little unstable: "Sleeping in a bed with two quilts, okay?"
"no."
"I'll go to your room and sleep on the floor."
"… no."
"Before going to bed, hug me."
"... No, isn't that a conflict with the score table? The opinion is rejected."
Huo Yunshen stopped talking, cooked the vegetables and put them on the table.
It was the first dinner that the two of them shared at home, but Yan Qing was not in the mood. He always felt that Mr. Huo was very depressed.
Time went by so fast in the evening, and it was time to go back to the room after eating with him and packing up.
Yanqing stood in the corridor and persuaded him with insufficient confidence: "Shen Shen, try again, my bedroom is not far from yours, tell yourself that I am here, maybe it will be useful and I can fall asleep."
Huo Yunshen took her to the bedroom door, and suddenly touched her ponytail: "Can you give me your hair tie?"
Yan Qing was dazed, took off the ribbon and handed it to him.
He held it tightly, without making any further demands.
Yan Qing entered the room and closed the door, assigned herself a lot of work tasks, and tried her best not to be distracted by thinking about him, but when it was late at night, when she went to bed, she felt up and down in her heart, and she couldn't calm down.
Mr. Huo... Have you slept yet
She pulled the quilt to cover her head, and held back her conscience for a long time. She rolled over and sat up, tiptoed out of bed, and wanted to take a look at Huo Yunshen's door. If the light was dark, she would come back.
If the light is on...
She… adapts accordingly.
Anyway, she couldn't do it if she continued to sleep like this nonchalantly.
Yan Qing took out the room and saw the door halfway across the corridor. Not only was the light on, it wasn't even closed, and there was a wide gap in the door.
this late…
She hesitated for a while, but leaned over on tiptoe, peeking through the gap.
I was stunned at first sight.
Huo Yunshen's large worktable was full of documents, and he was obviously busy all the time. However, at this moment, he closed the computer, dragged a large creamy white cat doll next to him, and tied her hair ribbon to the cat. on one ear.
Then he squeezed the cat's face, leaned over and hugged it, burying his head, his thin back bent wearily.
Yan Qing thought it was funny at first, but more emotions crept up in an instant and piled up into unspeakable sadness.
Huo Yunshen longed for a hug before going to bed.
Yan Qing stared at the toes of her shoes, unable to resist the sourness in her heart, she quietly pushed the door open and approached him slowly step by step.
Before he could turn her head, she walked behind him, opened her arms, and took his broad but thin shoulders into her arms.
Yan Qing felt that he trembled.
She couldn't help holding her tighter, resting her forehead in the crevice of his neck, and said softly, "Deep, I'm here."