Wen Li was even more dizzy.
Just because you like men doesn't mean you can't like women, and she is so beautiful, it only shows that she is very attractive and what it can explain.
Not convincing at all.
Wen Li's fingertips were stiff, her palms were hot, and her old habit of being stubborn was repeated. She puffed her mouth and said, "Cut, it doesn't matter. I didn't lack people to like me when I was in high school. If you hate it, hate it. Who cares if you like it or not?" I."
"Yes." Song Yan smiled slightly, "You in high school don't care about my liking."
The tone was a little self-deprecating, and a little aggrieved.
Wen Li suddenly felt a tightness in her heart. Normally, she would have said "you are sensible", but now she can't, she feels very distressed.
She thought, if her arrogant oral habit would make the man she likes unhappy, then she should get rid of it.
There was a few seconds of silence, only the sound of each other's breathing.
"No, I'm very rare."
"But back then you didn't care about me and I liked you too."
Almost at the same time, Wen Li's flustered explanation and Song Yan's calm statement were superimposed. Her pitch was a little higher. Fortunately, his voice was full-bodied, and the words were clearly pronounced, which could be clearly heard in her ears. Her thoughts were muddled Muddy, as if I heard something terrible.
Song Yan caressed her face, took her sluggish look into his eyes one by one, and pressed her words into his heart, his heart tightened, even touching her fingertips was numb, his voice was still gentle, but no longer It was so clear just now, the hoarse voice trembled slightly.
"How could I hate you." He said softly, "I dare not even like you..."
"What dare not, is it a shame to like me?"
Wen Li frowned, and suddenly tightened the strength in his hand, his words stopped abruptly, and with a low hiss, he frowned in pain.
"Easy...it's not a toy."
Wen Li sighed guiltyly, she was not a man, and she couldn't empathize with her, so she let go of her hand embarrassingly.
The retracted wrist was suddenly grabbed and pushed back to the original place.
"But aren't you in pain?"
Song Yan said hoarsely, "Pain and happiness."
Wen Li let out a chuckle, bent her eyes, and asked in a drawn-out tone, "Would it be more painful or happier?"
"What are you talking about, a drunkard?" Compared to her deliberately protracted voice, his tone was short and concise, with a bit of deterrence that he would endure the imminent end, "I'm about to be played to death by you."
He doesn't talk much, because Wen Li is a chatterbox, that's why he chatted with her for so long. In her drunken straightforwardness, which is completely different from usual, her body has long been drunk by her, and she sinks deeper and deeper. The only thing he wants to do is In fact, there is only one thing.
Song Yan stopped talking nonsense, grabbed the nape of her neck and raised his chin slightly, grabbed her lips, and kissed her deeply.
With her bright teeth taken over, she could no longer take advantage of him, but she was unwilling to be kissed obediently like this. It happened that Song Yan had just pressed her paws on his most vulnerable place.
He put into her hands the most important and most vulnerable thing in a man.
Holding his hand, Song Yan let her manipulate like a marionette, he would frown when she was gentle, and exhale lightly to tell her not to dawdle, and he would grunt when she was harsh, telling her not to be so reckless.
She liked to play with dolls when she was a child. The dolls were all girls. She could braid her long hair, put makeup on her face, and change clothes for the dolls. She didn’t like playing with boys, because boys couldn’t wear lipstick. Short, the clothes are not pretty either.
But Song Yan is different.
She has a handsome face, outstanding temperament, narrow waist and long legs, and every expression and gasp that is addicted to her is so beautiful and vivid.
When Song Yan was a teenager, he was indifferent, reticent, aloof and high-spirited, and even smiling was like a gift.
Later, he became an actor, and when he debuted, he attracted the attention of all. The lonely senior became even more dazzling, standing under the spotlight she had dreamed of countless times, and became the target she envied and chased after.
It's hard to imagine that Song Yan like this was still planted in her hands. She didn't make any effort at all, so she easily picked off the high-mountain flowers on the steep cliffs that no one else could get close to.
She inevitably felt a sense of accomplishment.
Under her torture, Song Yan sighed forbearance: "What are you laughing at?"
"I'm happy." Wen Li said domineeringly, "I'll tell you now, there's nothing you dare to dare, if you like it, I will allow it."
Wen Li's hands trembled again, and she felt his fragile place suddenly become fierce, and then he sat up and pressed back.
Song Yan pressed against her ear, and said in a hot tone, "Drunk man, have you had enough fun? It should be my turn."
Wen Li stared: "Not yet!"
He changed from being obedient just now, and said with a smile: "Wait for the next round."
Before the queen could get enough of her male pet, the male pet revolted.
The young queen is actually very provocative, charming and charming, but she is only responsible for igniting the sparks of the prairie fire, not for extinguishing it. She just likes to see her male pet show helplessness towards her and has to indulge in enjoyment.
Song Yan suddenly stood up from the sofa and hugged her like a child.
He only supported her waist with one hand, and Wen Li was afraid that he would fall, so his legs were firmly attached to his waist.
The door of the hall was wide open, just giving him another hand to take advantage of.
Wen Li couldn't avoid it no matter what, and wanted to close it, but heard him remind him softly: "It will fall."
Then he let go, and Wen Li quickly grabbed his clothes.
"No, no, it will break my tailbone!"
Song Yan smiled and continued with his own.
"Do you know how I felt just now?" He asked while moving his fingers, "Can't go up and down, is it uncomfortable, bad guy?"
The last two words have a heavier accent, as if to retaliate against her bad intentions just now.
"..."
Wen Li's back was against the wall of the living room. Song Yan didn't let her lie on the bed or sit on the sofa, but insisted on standing with her in her arms. A fine magazine pictorial.
After Wen Li disarmed and her legs became weak, Song Yan carried her to the bed, bumping her body and thoughts into a mess.
She was very unconvinced, covered her eyes with her arms, and said nothing to look at him.
"Crying again?" Song Yan bit her, "Squeamish."
Wen Li took a deep breath, and confronted him with the last bit of stubbornness: "Who's being coquettish! I'm Da Meng 1!"
Song Yan was stunned, and suddenly lay down on her body, laughing so that his shoulders trembled.
Wen Li's cheeks were hot: "Laugh and laugh."
"What do you say you are?"
Wen Li burped again, beat her chest, and said confidently, "Big 1!"
Song Yan laughed even louder, and couldn't help coughing a few times because he choked on laughter.
"..."
After laughing enough, he patted her on the head and corrected: "No, you are cute."
The last trace of Wen Li's tenacity was eventually smashed to pieces by Song Yan, and the dignified "Da Meng 1" could only be weakly carried by Song Yan to the bathroom to wash, and then let him change into pajamas and stuff her into the quilt Li, kissed her forehead, said with a light smile, "I'm looking forward to your sobering up tomorrow."
Then he took out his phone from the bedside table.
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Sober up after a night of sleep.
When I woke up, I had a splitting headache and chapped lips. My body was like learning to dance when I was a child.
She blinked, and the scene of yesterday clearly appeared in her mind.
From the end of the dinner to getting in the car to going home, the memories of those few hours are vivid in my mind, including how she played with Song Yan through alcohol and how Song Yan got back from playing with it.
What about getting drunk, why does she remember everything
Sure enough, the idol dramas she made were all lies.
Her throat was so dry that she couldn't speak, Wen Li lifted the quilt, got up from the bed with difficulty, and wanted to get a glass of water outside.
Before she had time to get out of the bedroom, the door was opened first. Song Yan, who was dressed in crisp home clothes, saw that she was awake, and gave her the water glass in his hand: "Are you awake? Drink water."
Wen Li took the water glass, looked at him warily, and drank slowly.
Seeing her staring at him, Song Yan raised his brows slightly, and asked directly: "You were drunk yesterday, do you know?"
Wen Li was still biting the water glass, her voice was vague: "Really?"
"Can not remember?"
Wen Li logically began to play dumb: "Huh? Did I do something? I don't remember."
Song Yan smiled: "Is that so?"
Wen Li felt that his smile was a little penetrating, swallowed, and asked, "Did I do anything yesterday?"
He didn't say anything, and walked directly past her to the bedside table, picked up his mobile phone, called up a video, and handed it to her.
"See for yourself."
Wen Li opened her eyes wide. When did he record it? !
He actually recorded her!
"Go to the bathroom, there is no camera there." Song Yan looked at the camera, "Good morning, everyone."
The staff of camera group A who worked from dawn to dusk: "..."
Since the last time the couple overturned their car, they have become more wary of the cameras.
Wen Li took his mobile phone and went to the bathroom.
He pressed the play button tremblingly.
Her memory of this passage is very vague, but she did not forget it, and she remembered everything when she saw the picture.
After the fierce battle, Song Yan carried her to take a bath, and then she lay on the bed, the temperature of the air conditioner in the bedroom was turned on very low, she was tightly wrapped by the quilt like a silkworm chrysalis, with only one head exposed, she was so sleepy No, I almost fell asleep.
In the picture is her innocent sleeping face, a slender hand suddenly appeared, lifted her eyelashes, poked her face, and pinched her nose.
Wen Li still stubbornly closed her eyes, and said lazily, "Don't do it, I'm going to sleep."
Song Yan's laughing voice came from outside the screen: "Sleep later, answer my question first."
Wen Li was very impatient: "Quickly ask."
"do you like me?"
"nonsense!"
"Tell me whether you like it or not."
"… like."
"Who do you like?"
"like you."
"Say the name."
"... Song Yan."
The man in the picture is still persuasive: "Tell me completely."
"I like Song Yan, and the thief likes it." She still didn't forget to explain to him, "The thief means very much, not that you are a thief."
Song Yan smiled and said, "I know."
Just when Wen Li thought this video was about to end, she suddenly didn't know why, and suddenly asked, "What about you?"
The camera shakes a little, and the person holding the phone to record her said softly, "I love you."
After waking up, Wen Li was stunned, and before she had time to consider which degree of liking or love was deeper, the drunk Wen Li in the picture said stupidly: "Like is two words, love is one word, it's not fair, I have more love than you." One word."
Song Yan stroked her temples and said, "Idiot, it's me who should say it's unfair."
Wen Li suddenly became unconvinced, pouted and said, "You mean I wronged you? My man must be the happiest man in the world. I will love you from now on, and I promise to love you to death."
Song Yan couldn't help laughing.
She said that if she loves, she will love immediately, and a super confession love song came immediately.
"Song Yan, Song Yan, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice!"
The video ends with her high-pitched singing.
When she came out of the bathroom, Wen Li's face was flushed and her feet were suspended, not only because of her embarrassing and exaggerated performance, but also because of his "I love you".
Song Yan was standing at the door of the bathroom waiting for her to come out.
He had a relaxed expression, and Wen Li lowered his head, clutching his fingers, with a frustrated expression of miscalculation.
Song Yan asked warmly: "Are you still reneging on your debt? Little mouse."
She looked at him faintly.
"Not bad, Song Dami."
Then he returned the phone to him, and vowed not to drink too much next time, and never let Song Yan catch it after drinking too much.
Song Yan took the phone, and it happened that a call came from the phone, so he picked it up.
"I just heard that Wen Li was drunk yesterday, but you turned off the camera, but you recorded the video." Director Yan changed the subject and took a deep breath. Facing Song Yan, a junior, his tone became respectful , "Mr. Song, look at this, we are not included in the contract, you make a price, and we will buy it."
Song Yan didn't even think about it, and said directly: "Not for sale."
Director Yan refused to give up: "Why don't you sell it? It's not something that can't be broadcast."
Song Yan: "It is the content that cannot be broadcast."
"..."
Director Yan hung up the phone in a daze, and the director looked at him excitedly: "Director Yan? How are you doing?"
"Song Yan didn't agree."
The staff present fell silent, and sure enough, they knew.
"It's okay, I've already thought about the content of the script for the new issue." The director emphasized, "It's guaranteed to be exciting."
Originally, he wanted to comfort Director Yan, but the problem was that Song Yan obviously didn't agree, not only was Director Yan not as angry as usual, but what happened to the weird and nasty "knocked up" expression on his face