After falling into the shadow's trap

Some careless person visited this box, and the glass windows were only half closed.The wind of summer night wrapped in restless feelings, rolled up a corner of the curtain, and blew onto the two people in the room.

The room is very quiet. In the dark environment, all subtle feelings are infinitely magnified, and even a light touch of a fingertip can bring about a throbbing heartbeat.

Xi Heng was hugged, and there was a sticky feeling from the place where the two bodies touched, which gave her a more real feeling about all this.

Not dreaming.

Probably due to drunkenness, Lan Xingyue half-closed her eyes and felt a little drowsy, and her breathing became gentle and long.Looking closer, her cheeks were still slightly flushed, as if she had applied rouge.

He couldn't tell how long he had been hugging, but Xi Heng felt that a century was as long, and the arms propped on both sides of the chair felt a little uncomfortable, sore and numb.But when she wanted to move, she felt that only a few seconds had passed, and she still hadn't figured out what the perfume on Lan Xingyue's body smelled like.

Lan Xingyue keenly sensed Xi Heng's slight movements, she leaned back, creating some distance between the two of them, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"Hands are a little numb...'

"Then let go, don't hold on." She was a little anxious, and reached down to touch Xi Heng's wrist, "I'll rub it for you, it will make you feel better."

"no......"

Xi Heng said in embarrassment: "Then I will directly press on you."

"Are you worried about this?" Lan Xingyue laughed, and coaxed her again: "Don't worry, I will definitely catch you."

"It's not that I don't believe you, it's me, me..." She hesitated for a while, and finally chose to break the subject awkwardly and bluntly, "Did you encounter any unpleasant things when you were eating just now?"

Lan Xingyue restrained her smile, fell silent for a while, and said in a cold tone, "Actually, it's nothing, a group of middle-aged men, their favorite food every day may be lard mixed with pig's brain."

In fact, she herself also felt baffled why the people recruited by this crew were always greasy and wretched.From Mr. Wang to Mr. Chen today, he looks like a dog, but his mind seems to be stuffed with a gas station. Except for fuel, he only thinks about the car. Three of the ten sentences are obscene, and two are belittling women. People gag.

She didn't want to participate in this kind of dinner before, simply because she didn't like to speak hard, and she could figure out three meanings in one sentence, and that feeling would only make her very tired.

But after joining the crew, Director Zhou asked her to have a few meals, and every time, some strange people inevitably appeared.

After listening to Lan Xingyue's simple narration, Xi Heng frowned tightly, the corners of his mouth curled down, showing anger and disgust.

Although nothing substantive happened, but just thinking about it, she felt that this unspoken rule was extremely disgusting

A series of news and gossip flashed through my mind, such as "yan/zhaomen" and "xx party", Xi Heng nervously grabbed the hem of the other party's clothes: "Have you never been threatened before?"

"How is it possible?" Xi Heng rolled her eyes, and Lan Xingyue could guess what she was thinking, and couldn't help but pat her head, which likes to think wildly, "They don't dare to do anything to me, at most Speechily said something or nothing, or persuaded me to drink."

"Oh, that's good." Xi Heng breathed a sigh of relief.

But thinking about how Lan Xingyue was helped out, she worried about Ning Jiajia who was still in the next room: "Is Jiajia okay in there, will she be made things difficult for her?"

Hearing this question, Lan Xingyue gave her a strange look, and Xi Heng looked back blankly, not understanding what her expression meant.

"Do you know who Ning Jiajia is?"

Xi Heng shook his head, eyes wide open, curiously waiting for her to explain.

"Ning Jiajia is the youngest daughter of the Ningyi people."?

"Which one from Ningyi? Is that the one from Ningyi?" She blinked her eyes twice slowly, and when she saw Lan Xingyue nodding slightly, she gasped in disbelief.

Ning Yiren is the chairman of a well-known and large-scale listed company, and a famous female entrepreneur. Xi Heng can often see her on various financial talk shows.

Ning Jiajia is actually her daughter?

With such a big news, there is no news about it?

Xi Heng opened her mouth wide in shock, feeling that the world seemed a little more complicated than she imagined.

Seeing her surprise, Lan Xingyue kindly answered her questions: "Ding Jiajia's life experience is a bit of a joke, but HI's family history is not good, no one dares to speak out."

"Then why are you still telling me?"

"I'm not talking about it." Lan Xingyue blinked innocently.

"Sophistry, you're clearly talking to me..." Realizing something, Xi Heng's voice gradually quieted down, until it almost turned into a mosquito's cry, and his face slowly became hot.

"In short, the grievances and twists and turns in the wealthy family are not much worse than those in the entertainment industry. Maybe in their eyes, this little thing in the industry is simply insignificant." Lan Xingyue told her again: "You must be careful." Don't tell anyone, you know?

Xi Heng nodded like a chicken pecking rice, feeling a little uncontrollable excitement that he knew a secret that no one knew.

Human nature is to gossip. She recalled Ning Jiajia's resources and popularity since her debut, and she couldn't help asking curiously: "But, since her mother is so powerful, why is Ning Jiajia still a little-known artist?"

"Although it sounds amazing, her family is not involved in all industries," Lan Xingyue continued to explain patiently, "And Ning Jiajia's family does not support her in the entertainment industry, she sneaked from abroad by herself. When she came back, she had a big fight with her mother."

Xi Heng nodded thoughtfully, and found that Ning Jiajia's personality was quite similar to his own, even in the fact that he didn't get the support of his parents for what he wanted to do.

No wonder she likes to play with herself.

I didn't expect that Ning Jiajia looked heartless and carefree, but in fact, she still experienced many things that others didn't know.

Lan Xingyue saw that she was lost in her own thoughts with a blank face, raised her hand to pinch her face, and teased: "My good sister, can you get off my sister?"

Only then did Xi Heng suddenly realize that she had been chatting with Lan Xingyue for so long in an awkward posture!

What was even more embarrassing was that she was so fascinated when the two were talking that she couldn't help but put her numb hands on the back of the chair behind Lan Xingyue.

And Lan Xingyue, the hands that were holding her face in the first place, unconsciously fell down and put them on her waist.

When I didn't notice it, I didn't think it was a big deal.But once you realize it, your senses will become extremely sharp in an instant

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I'm afraid that just a thread of clothes falling on his body will cause a hair to stand on end.

The fabric of summer clothes is light and thin, and the temperature of the palms transmitted through the thin fabric is almost too hot to be ignored.

Xi Heng froze for a moment, and immediately wanted to stand up.But when she tripped before, her whole body fell on Lan Xingyue.Although she was supported by her arms, her hands have now been transferred to the back of the chair, that is to say, Xi Heng's only point of leverage now is the waist held by Lan Xingyue.

Her legs overlapped with Lan Xingyue's, and due to the difference in height, her toes could only barely touch the ground, which was a completely useless posture.

Xi Heng tried to move, but it didn't work. Instead, it amplified the rustling of the clothes, making the atmosphere even more awkward in the quiet box.

There was no other way, so she had no choice but to ask Lan Xingyue for help, asking her to help lift herself up.

But before Xi Heng opened his mouth to speak, the other party, like a prophet, buried his face in the hollow of her shoulder first, and the hair swept across her shoulders, neck and collarbone, and finally fell on her chest.

Lan Xingyue rubbed her face coquettishly: "Xiao Xi, my head suddenly hurts..."

His tone was extremely weak, as if he was really enduring pain.

Xi Heng:...

Even though I know that a person who can talk, laugh and be conscious a second ago will not have a delayed headache because of being drunk more than ten minutes ago in the blink of an eye, but... "Then, then I will hug you again A while?" She still hesitated and didn't move, completely forgetting who said to get her up first.

Lan Xingyue nodded again, rubbing her head up and down, feeling that Xi Heng's shoulders were stained with her breath, and narrowed her eyes in satisfaction.

"Xiao Xi, you are so kind."

Xiao Xi has a soft temper, a soft personality, a soft face, and soft hands...

Her gaze moved up stealthily, falling on the area above the chin and below the nose.

...and the mouth looks soft too.

When Lan Xingyue was about to move closer, Xi Heng suddenly asked, "Strange, why are you so clear about Ning Jiajia's matter?"

Now, she held Lan Xingyue's face with her hands.

What you get is the delicate and smooth skin, which makes people want to pinch it to see if it can really squeeze out the water. "... We talked about it when we were filming." I didn't expect things to develop like this, Lan Xingyue's voice was a little depressed, and she lowered her eyes regretfully.

She went on to say: "The main purpose is to enhance mutual understanding, so that we can understand each other's points better when we play against each other."

"Oh, then doesn't she know you very well?" Xi Heng brushed another strand of Lan Xingyue's hair, and circled it around her finger

"If you want to know," she grabbed Xi Heng's messy fingers on her hair, accurately captured the other's eyes in the dark environment, and stared at her seriously, "I can make you more beautiful than anyone else." know me better.”

Xi Heng was stabbed by her eyes, and tried to curl up his fingers, but failed, and rubbed against Lan Xingyue's fingertips through the smooth hair.

She was about to speak when there was another knock on the door outside the box.

The author has something to say:

Why haven't they kissed yet...I'm tired QAQ