(There is nothing improper in this chapter, so please rest assured, readers and reviewers.)
"Don't move."
Xie Jinghui her best to maintain her posture.
He remained unmoved by her Shen Shuangjian, completely overwhelmed by alcohol, might not be so.
"You touched me." Shen Shuangjian shrank back, snuggling away from Xie Jinghui reproach and displeasure. "Don't touch me anymore..."
Shen Shuangjian she was usually very resistant to being touched by others.
Xie Jinghui's hot, heavy breath was hitting the skin behind his ears and on the side of his neck, making it itchy and uncomfortable, causing his scalp to tingle and tremble.
"What did you say? I can't hear you."
Shen Shuangjian's murmurs were too soft for Xie Jinghui to hear clearly, so he could only hold her waist and lower himself even further to listen.
So Shen Shuangjian was forced to let out a very soft shout.
His long hair was completely disheveled, like spilled ink, and spread messily on the bed. The alcohol not only raised his body temperature, but under the moonlight, Shen Shuangjian almost all of his exposed skin was tinged with a thin layer of pink.
His slender white fingers gently covered his lips, and light tears welled up in his brown eyes. With just a blink, the tears blurred the beauty mark on his dark blue face.
"You told me not to touch you, but you got aroused yourself."
The sensation in her knees couldn't be faked, nor could Shen Shuangjian's unconscious shivering.
Xie Jinghui slowly lowered his eyes, and the gradually unfocused pupils in the night were proof that Xie Jinghui's rationality was melting away.
His lips brushed against Shen Shuangjian's burning earlobe, but his gaze remained fixed on Shen Shuangjian every reaction.
If there were truly fear or avoidance, Xie Jinghui might have stopped, continued to be a self-disciplined and proper Xie Jinghui, and returned to that damned sense of propriety.
But Shen Shuangjian's response to him was one of bewilderment, trembling, and barely suppressed sobs.
So he began to slide his hand down Shen Shuangjian's waist, Xie Jinghui softly, with a sense of indulgent indulgence and satisfaction.
" Shen Shuangjian, your heart is in turmoil."
He finally looked up and brought his kiss, filled with tender emotion, close to Shen Shuangjian's lips. When they were only inches apart, Xie Jinghui's tightly closed eyelids trembled slightly, and he raised his arm slightly.
Through his own hand, Xie Jinghui slowly placed a kiss on his hand.
The kiss was light, carrying a myriad of delicate emotions and countless untold threads. It pulled Xie Jinghui until they were drawn into the inescapable mortal world.
Shen Shuangjian that she hadn't blacked out from drinking.
When he woke up, apart from a slight headache, he had almost no other symptoms of drunkenness.
Shen Shuangjian sat on the bed, her hair disheveled, lost in a long, blank stare.
Whenever he tried to recall the fragmented images from last night, they would resurface in his mind. They weren't complete, but they were enough to make Shen Shuangjian dare not think about them any further.
When Xie Jinghui pushed open the door, this was exactly the scene he saw.
Shen Shuangjian, dressed in soft, comfortable white loungewear, sat lost in thought on the quilt. Xie Jinghui, his expression darkening, but he responded naturally.
"Get up and have some breakfast. We'll change our clothes later; the production crew says we're going to film in the city."
"..."
His response was a silent turning of Shen Shuangjian's head, a situation Xie Jinghui had already anticipated even before Shen Shuangjian up.
Shen Shuangjian's aloofness and indifference might be an illusion, but his gentle and calm demeanor was genuine.
He was even ashamed to explore his own body.
But last night, he trembled in another person's hands, gently biting his slender white fingers, tears and sobs streaming down his face.
Xie Jinghui didn't do anything, of course. He was just using the guise of helping Shen Shuangjian to express his unusually wicked side.
"What's wrong?"
Xie Jinghui tried his best to appear natural. He knew very well that if he brought it up again, Shen Shuangjian would probably become so tense that she would burst into flames.
"..."
Shen Shuangjian lowered his eyes, clutching the blanket in his hand, and slowly pulled the clothes from the headboard.
Then, he glanced at Xie Jinghui briefly, unable to look her in the eye.
Xie Jinghui understood, and slowly withdrew, closing the door behind him.
About ten minutes passed before the door finally opened.
Shen Shuangjian that he didn't speak to her, but silently lowered her eyes and walked down the wooden steps toward the convoy that the production crew was preparing to depart.
Xie Jinghui suddenly felt a headache.
He knew that Shen Shuangjian the next couple of days.
"Brother Shuangjian!"
Yu Sheng was already sitting in the car waiting for Shen Shuangjian. In order to see Shen Shuangjian out as soon as possible, he didn't even play with his phone.
He opened the car door and got out, handing over the still-warm milk. "Here, this is breakfast I saved for you."
"I heated the fresh milk for about forty seconds and added almonds; it shouldn't taste bad this time."
The minibus arranged by the production team wasn't large, but it was more than enough to seat seven people.
Shen Shuangjian she hadn't quite heard Yu Sheng's words, and instinctively took the milk bottle, held it in her hand, but didn't drink it.
Although most people drank alcohol last night, only Shen Shuangjian was drunk. After he got into the car, the others gradually sat down as well.
Once everyone was there, in addition to the photographer, the staff wearing microphones also got into the car.
Good afternoon, everyone.
He adjusted the microphone and, after a brief exchange of pleasantries, got straight to the point.
"Due to the high entertainment value of this episode, and in accordance with the votes of our viewers, we will be going into the city today to participate in a large-scale escape room game."
The warm milk in his hand, passing through the bottle, transferred its temperature to his fingertips. Shen Shuangjian lowered his eyes, his body pressed close to the car window, as if everything around him was irrelevant.
"Director, are you sure you're not kidding? Isn't this a lifestyle program? When did it turn into an adventure and mystery show?" Lin Weiluo complained.
Gu Xuanlin: "This isn't the first or second time."
Inside the live stream room, fans who had waited all night for the broadcast to resume were extremely enthusiastic, and the chat was flooded with comments.
[Here it comes! I've been waiting so long!]
[Wife! Wife, where are you! (Dark) (Twisted) (Crawling) (Worse than death) (Maniacal laughter)]
I stand by Shen Shuangjian and will not tolerate anyone being his enemy!
[ Shuangjian baby, fly high ahead! Mom is a veteran fan, a 1v10 victorious fighter against online trolls, her record is verifiable!]
Having learned my lesson from the previous heavy blows, I've honed my silver tongue and am now incredibly powerful.
Having witnessed firsthand Shen Shuangjian fanbase and her ability to combat online attacks, I am utterly defeated.
[Add one (former fan of Xie Qingchi, now a fan of another fan)]
[Baby looks so cute today! It would be even better if we wore matching outfits.]
[The baby seems a bit off today.]
[Who can accurately describe the state of mind when going to an escape room? All you're doing is spouting nonsense.]
I've always agreed with what netizens say these days.
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P. S.: First, let me explain what happened last night.
Actually, nothing really happened; I just did some handicrafts.
Secondly, when congenital heart disease is not severe, one can live a normal life without any differences from others, as long as they do not participate in extreme sports. (This is possible, but not recommended from a professional perspective.)
Regarding the escape room section, since the author has frequented escape rooms for many years and has never had a medical episode, I decided to write it. Just to clarify, I don't want any overly critical readers to criticize me, but there must be a reason for writing it.