Watching Zhao Jiayuan, Chen Chong instinctively wanted to chase after him.
He took a step, then stopped.
What happens after you catch up?
Will this cycle continue again and again?
Feeling a tightness in his chest, Chen Chong took a deep breath, clenched his fists, and thought, "Never mind."
I didn't pursue it.
He followed them in the dark, and then walked back in the dark. The Zhao Jiayuan walked, the more aggrieved he felt, and the more upset he became.
He was restless all afternoon, wondering if he liked men, wondering if what he felt for Chen Chong was love. But what was the point? What good was it if he liked her? It was just wishful thinking on his part.
Chen Chong is clearly a very straightforward and honest man!
Zhao Jiayuan felt that his afternoon of pondering had been a joke.
Ugh~
What a ridiculous joke!
Zhao Jiayuan had just returned to headquarters when the director, holding up a small bee (a type of small camera), began to recruit people.
"Please gather in three minutes! Please gather in three minutes so the program team can distribute the redeemed items. Latecomers will not be served."
Inside the tent.
Jiang Mingxi, craning her neck, pushed Song Lan aside. " Teacher Song, it's time to assemble."
Song Lan pressed Jiang Mingxi down, kissing his neck repeatedly, her lips reluctant to leave his delicate skin, her hands kneading him tightly, unwilling to let go.
Give me another kiss.
Jiang Mingxi pushed him away, "If you kiss me again, we won't be able to leave."
Song Lan wished she could just get a helicopter and go straight back.
The program will not be recorded.
He paid the penalty for breach of contract.
I can't bear to let go of the person I'm holding in my arms.
Jiang Mingxi was so good at seducing him. One soft moan and he was completely captivated. Her voice was so gentle and sweet. One finger made him tremble all over. That finger was so skillful...
" Teacher Song, get up!"
Jiang Mingxi pushed Song Lan, saying something to make her stand up, but her chest rose up, almost as if she were deliberately bringing it to Song Lan's lips.
Song Lan's breathing grew heavier with each breath.
Jiang Mingxi smiled triumphantly, grabbed his hair, and pushed him away, "You really have to get up."
Fortunately, it was already completely dark.
They emerged from the tent just in time; it was pitch black, and no one could see them clearly.
[Aaaaaaaaah!]
[Holy crap, is Song Lan eating in the tent?!]
[Isn't it? Isn't it? Just say it is! Look at Jiang Mingxi's neck!]
[Holy crap, those hickeys are so deep! Song Lan, you beast, why didn't you show me when you were eating? I've been your fan for eight years! Don't I deserve it?!]
[That bastard definitely got a taste, but not all of it, he only got half! That twenty-nine-year-old bastard ate my tender Xiaoxi.]
[ Song Lan, where are you putting your hands?]
Is this what it's like for an older man to be in love? Holy crap, I can't bear to watch!
Amidst a cacophony of shouts in the live chat, Song Lan emerged from the tent and embraced Jiang Mingxi from behind.
He rested his chin on Jiang Mingxi's shoulder and wrapped his arms around Jiang Mingxi's waist.
Jiang Mingxi was both amused and exasperated. "Let go of me, it's hard to walk like this."
Song Lan wouldn't loosen her grip even a little. "Then I'll carry you away?"
As he spoke, he kissed Jiang Mingxi on the neck, seemingly unconcerned about whether it was a live broadcast or whether there were staff members nearby, and kept saying affectionately, "I love you."
On the screen, Bai Ge:...
[...]
[I can't bear to look!]
Is this my aloof idol?
[How come he's dating someone from another species? What's the difference between him and a dog!]
Even a dog would curse him, "You real dog!"
[He's so clingy! I'm really afraid Jiang Mingxi will get tired of him.]
I'm going to have a smoke!
Zhao Jiayuan looked at Song Lan and Jiang Mingxi with mixed feelings.
Sigh~
This is what they mean when they say, "If you really like someone, you can't help yourself."
As soon as Zhao Ke crawled out of the tent, his eyes lit up. He darted over to Zhao Jiayuan and pointed at Song Lan and Jiang Mingxi, asking, "What's going on with these two? Did they get back together?"
Zhao Jiayuan shrugged, his eyes drooping, and sighed, "Is that so?"
Zhao Ke looked at him suspiciously, "What's wrong with you? You look like you haven't eaten enough, are you hungry?"
Zhao Jiayuan:...
They were hungry, weren't they?
"Sigh!" He sighed again, without saying anything.
Zhao Ke touched his chin; something was up!
I really wanted to discuss this with Jiang Mingxi, but Jiang Mingxi was being held by Song Lan.
Is Song Lan some kind of conjoined twin?
Does falling in love mean you can't walk independently anymore?
Couldn't you separate for a bit and let me have some space?
Zhao Ke stared at Song Lan speechlessly, his face full of disgust. What a jerk!
Once the six guests had all gathered, the director, holding up a small bee, said with a grin, "Congratulations to our six guests! All three groups have completed the program's big gift package task card. Each group will receive a cotton blanket!"
[It seems like this comforter won't be easy to get.]
[Completely ignoring the blankets, I just want to know when Song Lan will let go of Jiang Mingxi!]
[What did Chen Chong go to the woods for? It's so late.]
Don't you guys think there's something strange about Chen Chong and Zhao Jiayuan? I can't quite put my finger on it, but it seems like things have fallen apart?
[These two have always been mortal enemies. The previous CP (couple) fans were just going crazy. They've been at odds for a long time; everyone in the industry knows that.]
Why does Gao Le look like he's been struck by lightning? What happened to him?
Amidst the clamor of the live chat.
The director, holding up a small bee, grinned slyly. "However, although everyone has received a blanket, you've only gained the right to own it. Now, you need to complete a small task to earn the right to use the blanket."
Normally, after the director said that, Zhao Jiayuan would definitely roll his eyes and start speaking.
But today, at this moment, after the director finished speaking, Zhao Jiayuan put his hands in his pockets, stared at the bonfire, and showed no intention of saying anything.
What's wrong with my son?
[This perfectly describes how I looked when I only scored 200 on my third mock exam, with a completely hopeless expression.]
[Oh my god, I feel so sorry for him! Who upset my son? He's so angry! He's never done anything like this before.]
[Waaaaah, Mommy's heart aches! Please, open your mouth and swear! Waaaaah, my son has forgotten how to swear.]
The comments section was filled with sympathy for the son.
director...
After the director finished speaking, there was silence on the other end.
Zhao Jiayuan raised his eyebrows and drooped his eyes.
Zhao Ke was watching Song Lan and Jiang Mingxi.
Song Lan was holding Jiang Mingxi.
Chen Chong frowned, seemingly lost in thought, as if he were about to attack someone.
Gao Le...
Gao Le seemed to be thinking of something and was about to cry.
director:...
no.
Of my six guests, is there not a single one who will listen to me?
I thought that announcing the task would trigger a chorus of groans and create a dramatic effect.
result.
Nothing happened?
The director, wanting to do a jump on the spot, could only grit his teeth and continue, "Your task is to complete thirty planks per group! Groups that don't finish won't get the blankets!"
The director finished speaking harshly.
The first guest's reaction was heard.
It's Gao Le.
Gao Le was struck dumb, collapsing to the ground with a thud, wailing, "No!!!!!!!"