Paper people are crazy for my kryptonite [Entertainment]

Chapter 62

When Wen Ze woke up again, he was in the warm water. He looked down and saw that it was a bath, oh, it should be said to be a bath or more like a small hot spring.

This bath is very large, soaking the whole body in it feels warm and can stretch out all the limbs.

It's just that Wen Ze's first reaction was to be slightly dazed. He stared at the surface of the water and his brain was not fully awake yet.

Where is this place?

Wen Ze looked up with some doubts, and then the familiar body temperature and smell at his side made him wake up slowly.

Only then did he realize that he was no longer on the plane, but in the bathhouse where the light was not very good.

The clock on the bathroom post was still ticking, and the dim light outside let him know it wasn't fully light yet.

Memories slowly flowed back into Wen Ze's mind, especially the scene of him holding Yan Jingning and crying and begging, which made Wen Ze's whole face darken a few degrees.

And the last memory is frozen in Yan Jingning's pair of peach blossom eyes that are slightly raised but full of desire, and Wen Ye has no impression of the latter memory at all.

It was only then that Wen Ze realized that if he wasn't on the plane now, it meant that he was hugged by Yan Jingning when he got off the plane.

He didn't expect that he would be fainted by Yan Jingning, let alone being hugged by Yan Jingning in public.

The man who had sex was so energetic that Wen Ze wanted to castrate him directly.

Even the warm feeling in the water didn't make Wen Ze calm down his anger, but he felt a strange feeling in himself.

"Are you awake?" The man's low voice rang in Wen Ze's ear.

Only then did he realize that Yan Jingning was holding him in his arms, and the other's fingers were helping him wash his body.

Yan Jingning also felt the other person's body tense suddenly, so he softly coaxed Wen Ze: "I wanted you to sleep directly, but if you don't clean it up, you will get sick."

In fact, Yan Jingning lied, because Wen Ze's body would not have a fever if Zhulong's cockroaches stayed in his body, but if Wen Ze's body absorbed these, he would fall into a tide of passion and entangle himself instead.

After all, the liquid secreted by his Zhulong physique at that time has the functions of aphrodisiac and paralysis.

Of course, if Wen Ze really pestered her like this, Yan Jingning felt that it would be very exciting.

But thinking that Wen Ze would go to participate in the recording of the show the next day, lest the other party get angry at him, he thought it was better to forget it.

"Uncomfortable." Wen Ze rested his chin on Yan Jingning's shoulder, and said sullenly with a hint of coquettishness.

The warm breath sprayed on Yan Jingning's ear, and I don't know if it was a deliberate temptation, but Yan Jingning is indeed attracted by the other party now.

When faced with Wen Ze's intentional or unintentional teasing, he has never been able to stabilize his mentality.

Without stabilizing his mentality, Yan Jingning's hand movements became more serious intentionally or unintentionally, and he came to his senses only when the young man was unconsciously crying in pain.

"Xiao Ze, don't flirt with me." Yan Jingning sighed and said slowly.

"I don't have any."

Having said that, Wen Ze raised his arms around Yan Jingning's neck, and moved a little closer to him.

Yan Jingning looked at the other party annoyed, and said, "One day, you will die in my bed."

This time he didn't go too far, so there was no wound on Wen Ze's body. He knew what Wen Ze meant by the so-called discomfort, such as the young man's gradually heavier breathing and slightly tight lips.

If you continue to dawdle, I am afraid that you will not be alone.

Yan Jingning quickly ended the cleaning, then picked up the towel next to the bathtub and wiped his hands.

Then wrapped Wen Ze in a big bath towel, hugged him and prepared to walk into the room.

Wen Ze opened those narrow fox eyes, glanced at Yan Jingning and said, "Aren't you wearing a bathrobe?"

"It's okay, there's no one here." Yan Jingning said indifferently.

It's just that Wen Ze frowned slightly, then pulled off the big towel on his body and wrapped Yan Jingning around him: "Don't catch a cold."

This bath towel is also big enough, and it doesn't look small when holding two people.

And Yan Jingning felt the touch of the skin that fit together, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "It feels like an old married couple."

Wen Ze didn't respond to his words, he continued to rest his chin on Yan Jingning's shoulder and observe the surrounding environment.

Wen Ze didn't know where Yan Jingning found these antique buildings. Compared with the old house of the Yan family, this place has a sense of history.

Just like the corridor Yan Jingning was walking slowly, the floor and pillars are all made of wood, and the lighting on the walls is actually an oil lamp.

Wen Ze felt a little strange about the feeling of this kind of building.

In the room Wen Ze was carried into, he saw a gauze box bed that was also carved wood.

"Ning Ning, your room really has the feeling of an ancient lady." Wen Ze clicked his tongue twice, and couldn't help hurting the other party.

"This bed is indeed an antique." After Yan Jingning put the person on it, he leaned over and hugged Wen Ze and slept next to him.

"antique?"

"Well, according to legend, this is the marriage bed of a certain bride of our family, but he was stabbed to death on this marriage bed on the wedding night." Yan Jingning said in a strange voice.

"Huh?" Wen Ze looked at the other party in disbelief.

Yan Jingning pointed to the dark red dirt on the bedpost, and said, "It looks like rust, but it's actually the dried blood of the bride."

Hearing the other party's words, Wen Ze's Adam's apple moved slightly, and he felt a sinister wind sweeping through the room.

Although he doesn't believe in these supernatural things, telling ghost stories in this environment always feels a bit creepy.

Wen Ze couldn't help shrinking into Yan Jingning's arms, but instead heard the man smile and say, "You really don't believe it, do you?"

"You lied to me!" Wen Ze understood instantly.

The cool body beside him hugged him up, and the man's hoarse voice rang in Wen Ze's ear: "Go to sleep, it's still dark."

Wen Ze couldn't stand the sudden approach of the other party, he pressed Yan Jingning's chin and pushed him away: "Speak away from it."

Only then did the handsome man open those clear peach blossom eyes, which seemed to contain rippling affection.

Wen Ze flinched slightly from being looked at by the other party. He felt that this guy was quite foul sometimes, especially when looking at people with these eyes, Wen Ze couldn't refuse.

Yan Jingning glanced down, and said with dark eyes: "You have rested, can you continue?"

"Continue with your sister!" Wen Ze was so tormented that he couldn't help but swear.

"Then continue to sleep." Yan Jingning reached out to pick up the mobile phone on the bedside table, looked at it and continued: "It's only four o'clock, it's still early."

The man pulled the quilt, put Wen Ze in his arms and gently kissed the other's hair: "Go to sleep."

"No, where is this place?" Wen Ze didn't come here until now.

He instinctively felt that the surrounding environment was a bit strange, as if there was a kind of Yin energy surrounding him, and that feeling made him shrink back into Yan Jingning's arms involuntarily.

Yan Jingning also noticed the other party's point, his black pupils flashed a golden light: "This is my residence in City A."

Wen Ze's body trembled slightly, and he said, "I always feel that there is a feeling of wind blowing here."

These words are indeed Wen Ze's sincere words. Although Yan Jingning's slightly cool body can't give him a lot of warmth, it can give him a great sense of security.

He leaned against the man's arm, and involuntarily shrank his body into Yan Jingning's arms, bringing the distance between them closer.

Yan Jingning's slender fingers slid down the opponent's back, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Ze, are you throwing yourself into your arms?"

Wen Ze felt the position where the opponent's palm was kneaded, and his pupils tightened slightly: "You, you, you..."

He really didn't expect that Yan Jingning still had so much energy, and it was only at this time that Wen Ze realized how entangled the posture under the quilt was.

That is the feeling that with a slight movement, you can pull yourself into the whirlpool again.

Yan Jingning felt Wen Ze's tense body, and laughed softly: "Okay, go to sleep. This is my residence, it's very safe."

In fact, this is indeed Yan Jingning's residence. Not far from his room is the so-called altar, and this altar is connected to the family offering sacrifices.

As a sacrifice of the Candle Dragon Clan, he had a strong reaction to the altar, but he didn't expect Wen Ze to have this kind of reaction.

The way he looked at Wen Ze was also a little moved, the other party was born to be his own.

Even if they didn't meet each other abroad, Wen Ze would still come to him in the end, and finally put his mark on him.

"Sleep, you have to go to the program group to report tomorrow morning." Yan Jingning rubbed the other party's hair and hugged the person who belonged to him tightly.

Wen Ze yawned, curled up in Yan Jingning's arms and slowly fell asleep.

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When Wen Ze woke up the next day, because he didn't set the alarm clock, it was already bright outside.

Seeing the light coming in, Wen Ze pushed Yan Jingning angrily: "Get up!"

Yan Jingning narrowed his eyes and looked outside, then hugged Wen Ze and buried him in the back of the other's neck: "It's still early."

"What the hell! It's at least ten o'clock now."

Wen Ze was a little angry. To some extent, he was somewhat obsessive-compulsive, and he also had a very strong sense of time.

For example, today is the first day of recording for the program group. Although the official recording time starts in the afternoon, they have to go to the program group to prepare first.

For example, the lines in the early stage, the sequence of the program, and the makeup and costumes in the backstage, all of which will arrive there in the morning.

Wen Ze has never been careless about work matters.

He struggled to get out of Yan Jingning's embrace, but he couldn't move because of the arms of the other party.

"Don't make me angry." Wen Ze gritted his teeth and said to the man behind him.

Yan Jingning was almost awake at this time, he rubbed Wen Ze's hair: "Okay, I'll take you there."