Please Eat Me and the Director’s Cp

Qiu Yang won't have a new love in a short time, but she needs to shift her focus. She doesn't want to be thinking about things with Tao Sixian all day long.

Because I was really tired, my head seemed to explode in the next second.

And now the easiest shortcut to achieve the goal is to communicate with Shen Ningruo, she has no idea of ​​going outside to play.

It's only been half a day since he arrived in Xicheng. Qiu Yang thought about it carefully and felt that Shen Ningruo had this effect.

At least when she was competing with Shen Ningruo, Tao Sixian disappeared in front of her eyes.

To put it bluntly, she just wanted to use Shen Ningruo.

But maybe it's what they want.

After all, Shen Ningruo answered the "yes" without any hesitation.

"Isn't it soaking?" If Shen Ning didn't make her surprise too obvious, her tone was natural, and the end of her voice rose slightly, "Do you think I just want to play games when I ask you to play games with me?"

After Shen Ningruo finished speaking, she grabbed Qiu Yang's wrist and brought the person into the room.

The door is closed.

Shen Ningruo's room was different from hers, it was mainly black and white.

It's only been there for a long time, and it's not messy at all, only the corner of the quilt is lifted, and there are obvious traces of someone sleeping.

Shen Ningruo's suitcase was lying on the ground, and the contents were uncovered. Qiu Yang glanced at it unintentionally. When he turned his eyes, his eyes were placed on the bear rattle on the coffee table.

"You haven't told me what your name is." Shen Ningruo suddenly felt a sense of "great revenge".

Qiu Yang had left her to dry several times, but now he actually came to her, thinking of this Shen Ningruo, he couldn't help clearing his throat.

She thought that Qiu Yang's attitude towards her would never change.

It doesn't seem so now.

"Qiu Yang." Qiu Yang looked away from the rattle.

"Which Qiu is which Yang?" Shen Ning raised her eyebrows, although she knew the answer, she still wanted to ask.

Qiu Yang's voice is the softness that most southern girls have. Her tone is a little sweet, but when she speaks, her intonation is not ups and downs.

Shen Ningruo felt that listening to Qiu Yang's speech was like eating a mint—

Not greasy, very fresh.

"You don't need to know." Qiu Yang didn't answer.

When the seven-day trip is over, she and Shen Ningruo will not meet again.

Therefore, the less you know about the other party, the better.

Shen Ningruo gave an "um", but did not refute: "That's right."

She stood a little forward, closer to Qiu Yang, and pulled the corner of her mouth: "Then why did you come to me? Just to ask me about your progress?"

Shen Ningruo's aura was slightly stronger, which Qiu Yang realized when he saw Shen Ningruo for the first time.

But Qiu Yang didn't mean to step back at all. When she entered Shen Ningruo's room, she would firm up her mind.

"No." Qiu Yang tried his best to look calm.

"What's that for?"

Shen Ningruo's heartbeat was accelerating, and she was actually a little stunned.

Because frankly speaking, she took the initiative to communicate with Qiu Yang many times, that is, to divert Qiu Yang's attention, but she underestimated the younger sister in front of her, and she didn't expect Qiu Yang to ask if she wanted to soak her.

What I didn't expect was that Qiu Yang was still coming to the door to ask her if she wanted to soak it.

"Half of the time you said is with you, and half of the time with me." Qiu Yang seemed to be reminding Shen Ningruo, her voice was still soft, like a soft breeze.

Shen Ningruo: "Okay."

She raised her hand and pulled back the strand of hair that had gone to the wrong place on Qiu Yang's forehead.

Qiu Yang wanted to hide, but held back.

Only in this way, the distance between the two was even closer, and she could smell the light lemon smell on Shen Ningruo's body.

It smells good.

"Should we start allocating time now?" Shen Ningruo lowered her hand and gently rubbed her fingertips, which seemed to have the smooth touch of Qiu Yang's hair.

"nighttime then."

"OK."

After Qiu Yang finished the notification, he went back to his room.

The sunset on the horizon has not yet completely ended, she stood at the window and took a deep breath.

During the meeting with Shen Ningruo just now, she never thought of Tao Sixian once.

If Shen Ning is really useful.

Night came quickly, and Jin Yuan sent a notice in the group to ask everyone to gather for dinner.

Qiu Yang still had no appetite, and Jin Yuan didn't force it, so he left the homestay with the others.

Knowing that Qiu Yang was not going, Zhao Mingfen sent a special WeChat message to ask if she wanted to pack some things for Qiu Yang.

Qiu Yang refused, saying that he would order takeout.

Only then did Zhao Mingfen feel relieved, and sent two "good" words in a row.

Qiu Yang looked at the chat log with Aunt Ming Fen. It was very short, not a single page, and couldn't even turn it over.

But it is undeniable that it is a very lucky thing to meet such an aunt on this trip.

She has always cherished the taste of being cared for.

Because there were too few of them before.

Miao Yi sent Qiu Yang a video of the bottle. In the picture, the bottle was eating dinner.

Again, no look was given.

Qiu Yang showed a slight smile and watched the video several times before the door was knocked.

She put away her phone and walked to the door.

Shen Ningruo stood at the door, she didn't follow the team to dinner, she just said, "It's night."

"it is good."

"Go to my place first."

"Okay." Qiu Yang answered again.

Shen Ningruo laughed and asked again, "Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry."

"I'm hungry."

"I'll order something."

Qiu Yang spit out a word: "Okay." She looked at Shen Ningruo's obviously unhappy eyes, and finally said a few more words, "I'll go back to my room to take a shower."

Shen Ningruo was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

The door closed again, separating the two of them.

Qiu Yang's back was against the door, and his breathing became irregular.

She is nervous.

She has hardly done anything out of the ordinary when she grew up, but now the scene is out of her control.

She slowed down, and then went into the bathroom with a change of pajamas.

She also washed her hair, and by the time she dried it, nearly an hour had passed.

The diners are coming back soon.

Qiu Yang stared at the time jumping on the phone, calming down his nervousness.

When it was almost over, she drew the room card again and left her room with her mobile phone.

Shen Ningruo opened the door very fast, she also took a shower, but there was still a towel in her hair.

"I was about to blow my hair." Shen Ningruo said after closing the door, and glanced at her, "Sit down for a while."

Qiu Yang sat on the sofa, pursed his lips, and nodded his head.

The room is not big with only some simple furniture.

Shen Ningruo went into the bathroom to blow her hair, and the bathroom door was closed, but the sound of the hair dryer still sneaked out a little.

Qiu Yang looked at the untouched rattle on the coffee table, and felt that the little bear on the drum looked even more naive.

It may also be because of the lack of light, Shen Ningruo only turned on the vertical chandelier in the room, the light was warm and soft, and the lighting ability was not strong.

After maybe ten minutes, the bathroom door opened.

Shen Ningruo tied her curly hair and tied it into a ponytail before appearing in front of Qiu Yang.

She stood not far from the chandelier, blocking most of the light.

Qiu Yang couldn't see her face clearly.

Shen Ningruo asked again: "Are you hungry?"

Qiu Yang shook his head: "I'm not hungry."

"Okay." Shen Ningruo stepped on her slippers and walked over. She was wearing a dark blue silk nightdress, but it was dark in the room now, so she couldn't tell whether it was blue or black.

"I'll wipe my face again."

"Let's start."

After Shen Ningruo finished speaking, she realized that she had unconsciously used the tone of work, but Qiu Yang didn't react, and she didn't take it to heart.

Qiu Yang didn't say anything or move, and saw Shen Ningruo enter the bathroom again.

The bathroom door closed again.

Qiu Yang breathed a sigh of relief, but when she remembered what Shen Ningruo said just now, "Let's start", her heart lifted again.

She put her hands on her knees, and gradually closed her palms, her eyes on the rattle.

My mind was a little blank, and my heartbeat lost its rhythm.

The room seemed to be terribly quiet, and Qiu Yang even felt that he heard his own breathing.

One, two, three.

Very messy.

Not long after, maybe two minutes, Shen Ningruo came out.

Qiu Yang sat down, and when she saw her come out, she tilted her head, suppressing all her panic.

Shen Ningruo's ponytail was still tied, and she swayed as she walked, but she stopped quickly.

Because Shen Ningruo had already walked to Qiu Yang and stood in front of her.

Qiu Yang raised his head, and in the light of the room, he could barely see Shen Ningruo's expression.

She made a swallowing motion unconsciously in her throat and tried to speak: "I only went to the hospital for a physical examination at the beginning of the month."

She tried to keep her voice unshakable: "I'm not sick, I'm healthy."

Shen Ningruo heard the words and pronounced a syllable in a nasal voice: "Well."

Then she didn't say anything else, she bent down and stretched her hand forward until the palm of her hand touched the back of Qiu Yang's neck.

Qiu Yang's body trembled.

She didn't expect that Shen Ningruo would do this action, as sudden as brushing her hair.

Shen Ningruo is very aggressive, and Qiu Yang is passive.

And Shen Ningruo's palm was a little cold, so it was pressed against the skin on the back of her neck.

Wake up.

"Look up at me, isn't your neck tired?" Shen Ningruo said again, "You still have a camera hanging in the afternoon, your neck is suffering."

Qiu Yang's eyes blinked, Shen Ningruo didn't remove her hand, but she sat down next to Qiu Yang.

The sofa is very soft, and the seat next to it sags a little.

"Not tired." Qiu Yang replied, but the volume was not high.

Shen Ningruo let out a low laugh, pinched her fingertips gently on the back of her neck, and asked, "Do you know that idiom?"

Qiu Yang tilted his head with a puzzled look in his eyes.

With so many idioms, how could she know which one Shen Ningruo was talking about.

Shen Ningruo's throat moved, and the movement of pinching the back of Qiu Yang's neck stopped, and turned her hand to move up slowly.

Her fingertips were lightly pressed against Qiu Yang's neck, very slippery.

Qiu Yang's temperature passed from her fingertips, slightly cool.

Qiu Yang's body froze a little, she tried her best to control her breathing, and her eyelashes had already been covered.

Nothing can be seen, and the other senses are more acute and sensitive.

The time was short and long, Shen Ningruo finally stopped, but the next second, her index finger flicked up and down, touching Qiu Yang's small and delicate earlobe.

Qiu Yang's palms on his knees folded even tighter, only then did he hear Shen Ningruo say softly:

"That idiom is..."

"The sheep go into the tiger's mouth."

"Do you know now?"

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