Luo Yichen impatiently snatched the lunch box from her hand and threw it aside: "Don't eat it! Let's start!"
Su Rourou protested dissatisfied: "How can you be like this! I'm not full yet!"
Luo Yichen glanced at her sideways, and said in a somewhat contemptuous tone: "Your stomach is a bottomless pit, may I ask when have you been full? Anyway, you are not full, so finish your business before eating!"
Su Rourou secretly rolled her eyes: How could he use such harsh words to describe her as a delicate little girl? Is this appropriate? Fortunately, she just found him cute!
She was still complaining, Luo Yichen had already rewarded her with a big bang, and threw the script to her.
"From Act Three, Scene Five..." When he said this, he turned his head away, not daring to look her in the eye.
As soon as Su Rourou's gaze touched the title, it suddenly became hot.
What? Wedding night? ! This Luo Yichen, why did he choose such a scene to rehearse
"That... Luo Yichen..." She twitched the corners of her lips with some difficulty, "There's nothing to rehearse on the wedding night, right? Certain moves... just borrow a seat... right?"
"It's because of borrowing seats that we have to rehearse!" Luo Yichen's expression was taken for granted, plausible, but his heart was already beating wildly, "Borrowing seats is also particular, if it's too far away, it's obviously too fake, but If you get too close, it will be like what I did yesterday... In short, this is a technical difficulty and needs a lot of practice!"
Su Rourou twitched the corners of her mouth, wanting to refute him, but she didn't know how to refute. Because what Luo Yichen said seemed quite reasonable, even though it was fallacious.
"Then... that's fine!" Her scalp was tingling, she gritted her teeth and agreed. Big deal, just another night of insomnia...
Luo Yichen pointed to the glass door leading to the rooftop, and coughed lightly: "In a while, you will look at the two of us in the glass door, adjust the distance... try to make the scene as realistic as possible."
When he said this, Su Rourou's eyes fell on his fair neck like a ghost.
They were so close that she could even see the light blue blood vessels on the neck and the slightly protruding Adam's apple.
Then, her eyes unconsciously went up, and finally fixed on his red and attractive lips, trying hard to recall the touch of these two red lips in the dream that day...
For some reason, she suddenly felt the saliva in her mouth increase rapidly, and she couldn't help swallowing.
The sound of "gudu" was especially obvious on the silent rooftop.
Su Rourou was a little embarrassed, her fair face was as red as a hawthorn.
At this time, Luo Yichen just turned around, was startled for a moment, then laughed lightly, as if he was in a good mood: "Why, can't you wait?"
Su Rourou's face turned redder, and she became angry from embarrassment: "I said, do you still want to start!"
Luo Yichen raised his eyebrows, spread his hands out, as if letting her spoil him: "comeonbaby!"
Su Rourou let out a coquettish snort, then looked at the figures of the two in the glass door in the distance, raised her head and brought her lips close to his lips little by little.
Luo Yichen lowered his head slightly, staring at her slightly pursed red lips, a small flame danced in his eyes.
But Su Rourou stopped suddenly: "That's not right! Why do I take the initiative every time? On the wedding night, shouldn't it be the boys who take the initiative? Are you still not a man?"