It was already getting late.
The production crew lit a bunch of fires at their base camp.
After pushing Zhao Jiayuan away, Jiang Mingxi looked around but couldn't find Song Lan, so she turned around and went back into the tent.
After a long day, although I didn't do anything too tiring, my legs are still a bit sore.
I'll go rest for a while.
As the tent flap was lifted, Jiang Mingxi was about to take off her shoes and crawl inside when she was suddenly pulled forward by a strong arm.
Following.
Then I fell into a very warm embrace.
" Song Lan?"
It was very dark inside the tent, and Jiang Mingxi could barely see anything.
He called out instinctively.
Song Lan hugged the person in her arms tightly, "Mmm."
He responded, Song Lan hugged Jiang Mingxi's waist, lowered his head, almost touching Jiang Mingxi's forehead, and said, " Jiang Mingxi."
In the pitch black, Song Lan's heart was beating exceptionally fast.
May I kiss you?
His breath lingered on the tip of her nose, and when Song Lan spoke, Jiang Mingxi could even feel the vibrations in his chest.
In this pitch-black environment, being suddenly hugged and kissed was something Jiang Mingxi had never experienced before.
It's a bit stimulating.
" Teacher Song ~"
Jiang Mingxi's voice was soft and gentle.
Just like when we were in Bridgehead Village.
Song Lan felt a chill run down her spine, and every inch of her skin tightened. She tightened her arms around the person in her arms, holding them tightly and refusing to let go even a little bit.
He touched Jiang Mingxi's lips with his own.
It felt like an electric shock had struck his body; the tingling sensation was amplified the moment he touched Jiang Mingxi's soft, slightly cool lips.
Song Lan was like someone who hadn't eaten for dozens of days, suddenly taking the first sip of sweet soup.
He was impatient and extremely fierce, prying open their lips and teeth.
Their breaths mingled instantly in the pitch-black tent.
The ambiguous sounds rose and fell in layers.
Jiang Mingxi's clothes were pushed up.
Song Lan's slightly rough hand stroked it.
Once he caught his breath, he had gone from standing to lying down.
Lying inside the tent.
She rested her head on Song Lan's arm.
Song Lan propped herself up, half-pressing down on Jiang Mingxi, murmuring his name again and again, " Jiang Mingxi, Jiang Mingxi..."
Jiang Mingxi's heart softened, her soul stirred, and her entire being, once so wanton, melted away.
She wrapped her arms around Song Lan's waist and obediently offered her lips, " Teacher Song, more~"
Song Lan pounced on her prey like a wild beast.
The last vestiges of reason in his mind were extinguished by Jiang Mingxi's soft moans, which only reached his ear.
Soft lips and tongue, delicate skin...
I can't get enough of kissing him.
I can never get enough of kissing them.
Song Lan had never known that this feeling could be so wonderful.
" Jiang Mingxi, I love you."
" Jiang Mingxi, I love you."
" Jiang Mingxi, I love you."
He couldn't get enough of kissing and talking to her.
Jiang Mingxi's heart was filled.
It's unclear whether he was trying to please Song Lan or himself.
He puffed out his chest and offered it to Song Lan's palm, " Teacher Song, give me a massage~"
Song Lan was completely overwhelmed.
During the time he was separated from Jiang Mingxi, not a day went by that he didn't think about being with Jiang Mingxi. And even when Jiang Mingxi were together but not in love, not a moment passed without him thinking about her...
But once she actually hugged and kissed him, Song Lan felt like she didn't have enough.
He could never love Jiang Mingxi enough.
The atmosphere inside the tent was practically electric.
Not far away.
In another tent, Chen Chong sat expressionlessly, watching the figure pacing back and forth outside.
Zhao Jiayuan had been pacing back and forth at the tent entrance for almost five minutes.
I wandered around for five minutes, but I just wouldn't come in.
Chen Chong let out a heavy sigh, somewhat regretting that he had been too rash.
When he applied the medicine to Zhao Jiayuan today, he thought Zhao Jiayuan reacted because he had feelings for him.
But now it seems...
She's clearly avoiding him.
A wave of despair washed over Chen Chong. He stood up, lifted the tent flap, and slipped out.
Zhao Jiayuan was agonizing at the tent entrance, wondering how to smoothly kiss the person once they went in. Suddenly, Chen Chong came out. Zhao Jiayuan felt guilty and immediately stammered like a thief caught red-handed, "You, you, what are you doing out here!"
Seeing how nervous he was, Chen Chong felt a pang of pain in his heart.
Are you that afraid of him?
Chen Chong said in a cold voice, "I'm going for a walk in the woods. You go inside and rest."
After saying that, Chen Chong lifted his foot and walked towards the woods.
Zhao Jiayuan was taken aback.
walk?
At this time?
"It's already dark." Zhao Jiayuan with some concern.
Chen Chong walked out with his head down, taking long strides, not hearing what Zhao Jiayuan said clearly.
He was a little annoyed.
It's not just a little annoying, it's really annoying.
He had been chatting with Zhao Jiayuan online for so many years, and he thought that by slowly cultivating their relationship, he could cultivate a childhood sweetheart for himself.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Jiayuan's first meeting with his sister was all about meeting her.
At that moment, Chen Chong felt utterly annoyed.
He chatted with Zhao Jiayuan for so long, but he forgot to ask Zhao Jiayuan whether he liked boys or girls.
My sister said she'd give it a try and see what Zhao Jiayuan really likes.
Later, although Zhao Jiayuan and his sister dated, they didn't engage in any romantic behavior whatsoever. Every time his sister complained, Chen Chong would feel like she had succeeded again.
He knew Zhao Jiayuan was coming to this variety show, so when the production team contacted him, he canceled all his schedules to participate.
Now...
Chen Chong walked along, feeling frustrated and lost, unsure of what to do.
Should we continue?
But Zhao Jiayuan couldn't even bear to share a tent with him.
"Careful!"
Chen Chong was walking absentmindedly when suddenly his foot slipped. He was always agile and, realizing he had slipped, he quickly grabbed a tree next to him for support.
But a sudden reminder from behind made Chen Chong's heart, which hadn't even quickened its pace, skip a beat.
Chen Chong suddenly turned around.
Then he saw Zhao Jiayuan, that idiot, stumbling and staggering towards him in the already dark forest.
As they came over, they kept grumbling, "Why were you running into this woods in the dark? I was afraid a lion would come out and eat you. You got scared, served you right. Who told you to be so careless..."
"What are you doing here?" Chen Chong, his heart pounding as he looked at Zhao Jiayuan approaching.
Every time he felt disheartened, hope would resurface.
But every time he felt there was hope, this fool would extinguish it again.
Chen Chong was getting a little fed up with this back and forth.
The question was asked in a cold tone.
Zhao Jiayuan was taken aback, then suddenly felt wronged, "What do you mean, 'Why did you call me here?' I was worried you were in danger. I was just trying to be helpful by following you, why are you getting angry?"
Jiang Mingxi said that if you like someone, you definitely can't help but kiss them.
But Chen Chong's reaction—her anger and harsh tone—clearly indicated that she disliked him.
A pang of sadness gripped Zhao Jiayuan's heart. He shrugged, his eyes drooping, and turned to leave. "I'm not following you."