CP fans turned the main dancer into a girlfriend [entertainment gl]

Song Xingqiao paused, but still followed Shi Jiannian's slow pace.

He must have just gotten up from the bed, so the quilt on the bed was turned into a mess, but the rest of the room was clean and tidy.

Shi Jiannian's footsteps were a little vain, he led him to the sofa, and then he got into the quilt and lay down again, the quilt bulging into a small ball.

"Xing Xing, can you pour me a glass of water?" A slightly nasal voice came from the bed, inexplicably soft.

Song Xingqiao was a little embarrassed, and responded to the person on the bed, then quickly walked to the kitchen to pour a glass of warm water, then quickly walked to the bedside, and asked in a low voice, "The water is here, let me help you up. "

After seeing the other party humming, Song Xingqiao stretched out his left hand, lifted him up, and handed the water to Shi Jiannian.

There was no headlight in the room, and the dim, warm-colored desk lamp shone on Shi Jiannian's face, as if adding a layer of soft light to him, which was extraordinarily gentle. His eyes moved with the movement of the other person raising his head to drink water, probably because he was in a hurry to drink , The missing water flows down the lips, along the smooth neck line, and flows into the neckline of the pajamas.

After drinking a glass of water, Shi Jiannian handed the glass to Song Xingqiao, and then nestled under the quilt with his eyes closed, with a lazy expression and a slight frown.

After regaining consciousness, Song Xingqiao subconsciously took the water glass, put it on the table, then approached again, slightly touched the forehead of the person on the bed with his left hand, and touched his own with his right hand.

No fever, Song Xingqiao breathed a sigh of relief, "You... you should rest well, I won't bother you anymore."

Helping the person on the bed tuck the quilt, Song Xingqiao raised his foot to turn around, but before turning around, his wrist was grabbed, and there was a warm touch, looking down, the quilt just tucked up was messed up again, The person on the bed opened his eyes at some point, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed himself.

The hands were tightly grasped, so Song Xingqiao had no choice but to turn around, smiled helplessly, and said in a softer tone unconsciously, "What's the matter?"

"Don't go yet." The person on the bed blinked guiltyly, but his tone revealed confidence from nowhere.

Before he let go of his hand, Song Xingqiao approached a little closer, gently pulled out Shi Jiannian's hand, put it under the quilt, and tucked the quilt up for him, with a gentle voice, "Then I'll watch you here, later Let's go."

Unexpectedly, the hand that had just been pulled out stretched out again, grabbed Song Xingqiao's wrist, and his fingertips slowly slid down to hold Song Xingqiao's fingers.

After a series of movements, Shi Jiannian's eyes were tightly closed and did not open.

Maybe she was used as a doll.

Knowing that it was the usual petty temper and dependence of sick people, Song Xingqiao pursed her lips, moved a chair beside the bed, sat down, put her hands under the quilt in a good-tempered manner, and then tucked the quilt tightly .

Just sitting down, the next second, Song Xingqiao's eyes widened, and the other hand tightly clenched the corner of his clothes.

The hands under the quilt were tightly circled in a different movement, and the fingers were interlocked.

Song Xingqiao didn't know how to react to the delicate skin of her palm. She lowered her eyes and glanced at Shi Jiannian. The other person's face was calm, as if she wasn't the one holding her fingers tightly under the quilt.

The temperature of the fingers gradually rose, and gradually spread to the base of the ears and neck. Song Xingqiao's whole body was pink from the inside out. He tried to struggle with his hands, but was tightly circled. He took a little breath and lowered his voice, "Nian Nian ,you--"

"No, don't talk, I'm going to sleep." Shi Jiannian said lazily, rejecting Song Xingqiao's unspoken request.

Seeing that Shi Jiannian really closed his eyes and didn't plan to pay any attention to him, Song Xingqiao had no choice but to close his mouth and didn't plan to speak again.

After slightly calming down her rapid heartbeat, Song Xingqiao looked at the person on the bed, pursed her lips, and a trace of distress flashed in her eyes.

Obviously wanting to distance myself...

The finger interlocking was too sudden, Song Xingqiao didn't have time to react, now that he calmed down, he didn't know what to do, but there was no other way, he could only rely on the sick and delicate partner.

Shi Jiannian's actions didn't have any other meaning, he just regarded himself as someone who could temporarily play with his temper.

Song Xingqiao warned himself in his heart not to think too much.

The fingers of his left hand unconsciously curled up, but they were tightly circled again, which interrupted Song Xingqiao's thoughts.

The person on the bed still didn't open his eyes, but his awkward expression already showed his dissatisfaction with Song Xingqiao's actions. Shi Jiannian turned around and lay on his side towards Song Xingqiao.

The exquisite facial features in front of her eyes were enlarged a lot, afraid that Shi Jiannian would be dazzled by the light of the desk lamp, Song Xingqiao twisted her body, and dimmed the desk lamp on the left by one degree with her right hand.

But he didn't see it, the corner of the mouth of the person on the bed curled up secretly.

She withdrew her hand, it was a bit boring to just sit, Song Xingqiao began to secretly look at Shi Jiannian.

With his eyes closed, Shi Jiannian's usually bright amber pupils were covered, and the expression on his face could not be seen under the dim light. The small ball bulged in the quilt looked extraordinarily cute.

The lips that had just drank water were moist, and although they were ill, they still maintained a rosy color.

In the next second, the amber pupils suddenly opened, and the lazy voice was full of helplessness, "Even with my eyes closed, I still feel you staring at me."

A gust of hot air rushed straight to the front door, and subconsciously wanted to stand up, but was pulled tightly by the tight circle on his left hand, unable to stand up, Song Xingqiao's ears felt hot, and he coughed softly, "I...I'm just a little bored."

The curvature of Shi Jiannian's lips widened, and the corners of his eyes were full of smiles, "Then what do you want to talk about?"

Unable to sit still, Song Xingqiao's tone was a bit cramped, "I don't want to talk about anything, you should have a good rest, and I'll leave when you fall asleep."

The strength in his hand suddenly increased, and Shi Jiannian used his strength to move a little towards Song Xingqiao, "But I want to talk."

As the distance drew closer, Song Xingqiao smelled the familiar scent again, looked at Shi Jiannian's eyes that were shining slightly under the lamp, and said softly, "What do you want to talk about."

"I want to talk about... your previous work in the TV station." The nasal voice was not as serious as before, and the voice was a little more energetic, but the question he asked made Song Xingqiao's heart skip a beat.

She knows?Know that you are the owner of that hat?

Song Xingqiao was a little flustered, trying to suppress the trembling in his voice, "What... working in a TV station?"

"Well, Director Chen said before that you also do variety shows. I heard that you are a variety show planner?" Under the light, Shi Jiannian's eyes revealed curiosity, and he looked straight at Song Xingqiao.

It's not about this...

He quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but there was a hint of disappointment in his heart.

Song Xingqiao paused for a while, then said softly, "Well, it's sort of, but it didn't make any achievements."

The hand under the quilt was lifted again, Shi Jiannian's body moved closer, and his wet eyes understood clearly, "So you changed career and became an actor?"

It's rather long to say, and it doesn't seem like a very good time to explain it now.

Song Xingqiao hummed softly, then chuckled, "But the actor hasn't made any achievements."

With more strength in his hands, his body was unconsciously pulled towards Shi Jiannian, and his eyes met. Under the light, Shi Jiannian's eyes were gentle and firm, and Song Xingqiao was slightly taken aback by what he said softly.

"Who said that you will have results immediately."

Feeling the hot breath from the other party on his neck, Song Xingqiao straightened up, and his voice was a little unnatural, "Thank you, but speaking of it, I have heard about the incident when you came to the stage." He lowered his eyes and smiled, "So You are still my role models, even if I don’t have any achievements now, I will still stick to it.”

Unconsciously expressing his inner thoughts, Song Xingqiao felt a little uneasy, afraid that the other party would think of that matter because of these few words.

But fortunately, Shi Jiannian didn't pay attention to the first half of Song Xingqiao's words, but yawned lightly, "Well, that's good, I look forward to you becoming a role model for others in the future."

A role model for others... every year?

What Shi Jiannian said casually aroused Song Xingqiao's desire to share, "I used to have a fan named Niannian, who has been encouraging me since I debuted. I am very grateful to her, and I also hope that one day I can become Her role model. Well... Although she may not be a colleague, I also hope to inspire her to live her own life and realize her dreams."

Confiding the things about Niannian, Song Xingqiao felt relieved for a while. She hadn't talked about the existence of Niannian with others. Firstly, she was afraid that others would question her. Song Xingqiao didn't want to hear it. She stubbornly believed in Niannian and herself. Secondly, she never had this desire to share.

But today...

Discussing one's fans in front of one's idol is a strange experience.

I don't know if Shi Jiannian would want to hear himself say this.

Realizing that she hadn't moved after speaking for so long, Song Xingqiao looked down at Shi Jiannian on the bed, and found that the other person's body relaxed a lot, and his eyes closed again at some point, as if he was asleep.

She was supposed to be sleeping a long time ago, but Song Xingqiao felt a little guilty because she visited rashly and insisted on chatting with her for so long.

But he couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth. Shi Jiannian, who was sick, was more clingy than ever, and seemed a little cute.

She was a little fortunate that the person who saw this side of Shi Jiannian was herself.

After sitting quietly by Shi Jiannian's bed for more than 20 minutes, he felt that the strength in his hands had loosened a lot. After confirming that the person on the bed was asleep, Song Xingqiao carefully pulled out his hands and moved his stiff wrists and body. Standing up, tucking the quilt tightly, she leaned over and touched her forehead worriedly. The warm but not hot temperature reassured her a lot.

Raising his hand to reach over to turn off the desk lamp, Song Xingqiao walked out of Shi Jiannian's room lightly, and closed the door softly.