The Top Couple Is a Bit Sweet (MTL)

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    Done.

    This time, it's not just her personality that collapses.

    Others also collapsed.

    Song Yan was used to pinching her chin when kissing, pinching her thumb and index finger, and then using the tip of her tongue, her teeth would be pried open.

    This is a habit he has unconsciously developed since he started intimacy with Wen Li, because she often forgets to open her mouth.

    Wen Li felt bad when her slender and clean fingers stroked her chin.

    Not caring about her face, she immediately said loudly, "I didn't turn off the camera, calm down!"

    Song Yan was immediately stunned, his expression a little dull.

    The aura of aggression and danger that lingered around her disappeared instantly, and the deep breathing suddenly seemed to be caught and silent, and he didn't speak for a long time.

    Wen Li's face was dripping with blood, and she stretched out her hand to cover her eyes. She stumbled and said, "What, you...get up first."

    Song Yan put his arms against the bed, sat up slowly, and looked up at the camera in the corner of the ceiling.

    The small light that showed that it was recording seemed to receive induction and went out with a sudden sound.

    His mind was blank for several seconds, and he finally believed Wen Li's words.

    Song Yan closed his eyes and tutted his voice in a low voice. He complained more of shame: "What are you doing?"

    He is usually cold to people, but his voice is low and mellow, and his speech is also gentle and moderate, and most of the time he is gentle. Sven's feelings rarely ask others with such an extroverted tone of subjective emotion.

    "The script of the program group." Wen Li sat up and hugged her knees pitifully, "I said there was a camera and I was afraid that you would not respond well, and then I-"

    Then she started her best defense: "It's all requested by the program team, it has nothing to do with me."

    Song Yan sighed.

    Self-inflicted sin.

    In other words, he knew that there was a pit ahead, he was prepared, and there was a bait in front of him, but he still jumped in.

    Of course he couldn't blame Wen Li for not being able to control himself just now, nor could he blame the show team.

    Wen Li listened to him without sighing and didn't speak. She leaned over her head and said, "Mr. Song, are you okay?"

    Song Yan looked at her, stretched out her hand and turned her face away, rarely putting aside her demeanor, and said in a cold tone, "You're good."

    She felt a little guilty, and cheekily turned her face back, still determined that she was right: "Then you can't blame me."

    He whispered, "I didn't blame you."

    "Then are you angry?"

    Song Yan I felt that her question was clueless: "Why am I angry."

    Wen Li is not easy to say, everyone is a public figure, and he is used to dressing in front of the camera. Aware of the abnormality, his face seemed to have calmed down, and it changed back to the white moonlight that does not eat human fireworks.

    She sighed and said casually, "I thought I made you sick by calling you that."

    Song Yan said in a low voice, "No."