Kiss every script [Quick Transmigration]

The man lowered his eyes slowly and leaned down, gently pressed his cool lips to the back of Mu Zhichan's neck, and then kissed thinly, as if he couldn't kiss enough, and his lips kept moving to his. Earlobes, eyelids, corners of mouth...

Actually, Bian Jiyue didn't want to do this at all——

He deliberately created a coincidence, struck up a conversation with him, quietly lured the other party to tell him about his itinerary, exchanged contact information, and made sure that the other party would not let him lose his keys and wallet, and finally achieved his goal and entered the room.

At first, he thought it was good to proceed step by step, but human greed and hopelessness never end. After many years, when he held that living soul in his arms again, he felt that this was not enough, far away. not enough...

They should be more intimate, deeper. They should turn all the unspeakable into fierce body-to-body collisions.

But reason told him that he couldn't do that.

But that night of hugging and sleeping together can't fill the void deep in my heart. Therefore, Bian Jiyue installed the pinhole camera in the painting hanging above the bed while the other party was sleeping soundly, and followed her every day. Peeping at that person from his mobile phone or computer like a pervert.

And tonight, after returning to his empty home from the banquet held by Director Pierce, he first turned on his mobile phone to see Mu Zhichan's sleeping face as usual, but found that she was only wearing thin pajamas lying on the table and fell asleep.

Although he knew that the floor heating temperature in the hotel was not low, sleeping on his stomach for one night would definitely catch a cold and make him uncomfortable the next day, so he didn't hesitate at all, and got the room card directly through a special channel, and came here.

……

Bian Jiyue lowered her eyes and kissed Mu Zhichan's ear tip again, gently picked him up horizontally and put him on the bed, carefully covered him with the quilt, turned off the switch of the light belt, and turned on the small lamp beside the bed.

Afterwards, he took out his mobile phone and quietly took many photos of the sleeping face of the person in front of him, including Mu Zhichan's face, as well as individual hands, feet, or collarbone photos...

The next day.

Mu Zhichan woke up in the sunshine and stretched her waist greatly. She only felt that she slept better than ever last night, but when she was washing up, she realized and wondered: I seemed to be sleeping on the table last night. Come on, why are you in bed the next day?

——I'm afraid I lost my memory?

——And...why is the neck and collarbone so red, as if allergic.

After brushing his teeth, Mu Zhichan stared at the mirror for a long time, and the more he looked at it, the more question marks appeared in his mind. Finally, he simply didn't want to, and decided to apply some allergy ointment on himself later.

Hey, it really is a bit uncomfortable in foreign countries.

"Om - hum -"

The mobile phone placed on the bedside table suddenly vibrated twice, Mu Zhichan picked it up and looked at it, then sat up straight suddenly.

[Bian Jiyue: Good morning. 】

Mu Zhichan immediately screamed in her heart for a while, the feeling of seeing idols saying good morning to him early in the morning is really wonderful!

[Mo Zhichan: Good morning [Little Sun]

Bian Jiyue: Have you had breakfast yet?

Mu Zhichan: Not yet

Bian Jiyue: [Photo.jpg]]

A photo of breakfast that looked delicious suddenly broke into Mu Zhichan's field of vision, he stared at the delicious brown fried eggs, green and delicious lettuce, crystal clear shrimp dumplings, soy milk, fried dough sticks , Xiaolongbao...

My stomach let out a "goo" in disbelief.

[Mu Zhichan: Teacher Bian, how could you provoke me so early in the morning, am I not your cutie? [dog head][dog head]]

Mu Zhichan had the cheek to show off his cuteness. After yesterday's dance exchange between him and Teacher Bian, the friendship between the two has clearly improved.

[Bian Jiyue: I really want to tempt the little cutie to come over for breakfast, but I don't know if the temptation is successful. 】

Mu Zhichan stared blankly at the reply in the chat box for a long time, typed a few words on the keyboard with his fingers and deleted them, hesitated for a long time but couldn't figure out how to reply, because this sentence was too lethal to him. big.

[Bian Jiyue: Where's my cutie? 】

Another one was sent over there.

Mu Zhichan: "..."

——Grandma, this man is really the most deadly and invisible!

[Mu Zhichan: Little cutie said he was asleep

Bian Jiyue: Do you need a kiss to wake up? 】

"Paji." The phone fell on his crotch without holding it steady, and Mu Zhichan burst into tears in pain, thinking that this sentence was more lethal than the previous one, grinning.

[Bian Jiyue: What? 】

Mu Zhichan, who felt that the phone was hot, said, "..."

[Bian Jiyue: Still awake?Is one not enough?

Bian Jiyue: What? 】

Mu Zhichan cracked open, and quickly responded in a frantic burst: "Enough is enough, the little cutie has woken up!"

He just froze after answering, and then frantically hugged his head and twisted it into a twist on the bed, broke down and said to himself: "Mu Zhichan, are you a pig? Don't you just admit that you were kissed!!!"

However, the next second, the doorbell suddenly rang.

--Um?Who came to him at this point, and didn't call for room service?

Mu Zhichan, who was full of doubts, put on her slippers and went to the door to look at the cat's eye, and then saw a man in a long black suit jacket standing outside the door.

Mu Zhichan immediately opened the door, staring at the smiling handsome face in a trance, and then heard the other party's hoarse words: "I'm here to pick up the cutie for breakfast."

Mu Zhichan: I'm gone.

Two and 10 minutes later, Lure high-rise area, 22nd floor.

The winter sun shines through the window and falls on the flower stand, casting a light golden halo on the budding white gardenias, and the light floral fragrance slowly floats in the air quietly.

Sitting at the dining table, Mu Zhichan stuffed a shrimp dumpling into her mouth, squinting her eyes to feel the happiness brought by the food.

So in the end, he still didn't resist the temptation, and followed Teacher Bian to his house for breakfast, only to find out that these breakfasts were actually made by Bian Jiyue himself.

Hey, he is handsome, can cook and is a well-known actor, such an excellent man, I don't know which goblin will be cheaper in the future.

"Full?" Bian Jiyue, who was sitting by her side drinking black tea, glanced sideways at the table where only one steamed bun, three shrimp dumplings, and a plate of fried eggs were missing, and frowned slightly. , "Just eat this little?"

"Actually, I usually don't eat breakfast. Today, the breakfast made by Mr. Bian is too delicious, so I can't help eating too much..." Mu Zhichan took a sip of soy milk and looked at the rest of the breakfast, and said sadly: " Teacher Bian, eat some, otherwise it would be a waste."

"I've already eaten." Bian Jiyue put the teacup on the table, put a small golden burrito with serving chopsticks and put it on Mu Zhichan's plate, and persuaded in a warm voice: "Eat more, try it." Try this."

Mu Zhichan sighed in her heart, but she really didn't want to please her idol, so she had to pick up the chopsticks and eat again.

Next, Bian Jiyue picked up some food for him one after another, and Mu Zhichan was very happy after eating, but his stomach began to feel uncomfortable.

"No, no, I really can't take it anymore." Mu Zhichan waved his hands and declined politely. Feeling nausea rushing from his stomach to his throat, he held back and asked, "Where is the bathroom?"

"Go straight and turn left." Bian Jiyue looked at his slightly pale lips, her brows furrowed tighter and tighter, "What's wrong? I'm uncomfortable..."

Before she finished speaking, Mu Zhichan covered her mouth, stood up and walked quickly to the bathroom, then vomited into the toilet.

Standing at the door, Bian Jiyue looked at the other person's pale face and the physiological tears in the corners of his eyes, the joints of his fingers holding on to the door frame turned white due to too much force, the bright smile in his eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by a Dark and gloomy.

Mu Zhichan felt that the sour water was about to be vomited out, not only that, but his stomach was still in spasmodic pain, so that his legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up.

But fortunately, in the next second, his back was pressed against a warm chest, and at the same time, his waist was firmly held by the other's arms and pressed into his arms, completely obliterating any possibility of him falling into the toilet .

After Mu Zhichan watched Bian Jiyue help him press the flushing water with a calm expression, she thought out of her body: It's over, this is really out of control...

"Are you okay?" Bian Jiyue asked in a low voice, holding him with one hand and approaching the sink, then with the other hand, she picked up a dry towel and put it under the sensor faucet to wet it, and gently wiped it for him Wipe face and lips.

Mu Zhichan saw her reddish eyes through the mirror, and the man who was wiping her face with a towel, a mushroom cloud exploded in her mind, and hurriedly said: "I, I can do it myself."

"Don't move." Bian Jiyue said calmly, although the expression on his face could not be said to be very cold, it made people feel like a chilling cicada, and dared not disobey.

Mu Zhichan had no choice but to let Bian Jiyue wipe his face silently, and then pushed him halfway up the stairs to sit on the sofa.

"Teacher Bian..." Mu Zhichan whispered, watching the slender man go to the water dispenser in the living room to get a cup of warm water, feeling a little uneasy.

Because he felt that Bian Jiyue seemed to be angry...

"I'm sorry." Bian Jiyue handed the water glass to Mu Zhichan and sat beside him, looking at him and said in a low voice.

"There's nothing to apologize for. It's just an old problem. I really feel sorry for those delicious foods." Mu Zhichan took a sip of water to relieve the bitterness in his mouth, and said indifferently while holding the cup.

"You can't eat these things if you have a bad stomach, so you should tell me directly, instead of forcing yourself to take care of other people's feelings." Bian Jiyue said calmly.

"Okay, I was wrong. I promise there won't be a next time. Don't be angry." Mu Zhichan, who had regained his strength, saw Bian Jiyue frowning tightly, and couldn't help but feel a kind of god stepping into the mortal world, contaminating her. The novelty of fireworks.

But Bian Jiyue didn't respond to him, she just looked at her folded hands with lowered eyes without saying a word, and pursed her lips tightly.

Seeing this, Mu Zhichan simply raised his arms and hooked the man's neck, half-jokingly prolonging his voice and saying loudly: "I said—don't be angry, Bian, Da, Ke, love!"

Bian Jiyue: "..."