My CP must be sweet!

After entering the room, Miyazawa immediately looked at the cameras in one side of the room, one in each of the four corners, and then looked at the bathroom, feeling relieved. Fortunately, the program team has not gone so mad as to install it in the bathroom.

Every word and deed was exposed in front of the camera, and the two of them didn't dare to be too intimate when they entered the room, and even spoke with a little politeness and restraint.

"Mr. Wen, which bed do you sleep on?" Miyazawa called someone, but before Wenger responded, goose bumps all over his body.

It always feels like being in some kind of little movie with the teacher or something.

Wenger also felt that this title was too embarrassing and had to be changed, so he pretended to be relaxed and said, "Don't call me a teacher, we are about the same age, so let's just call him by our first name."

Miyazawa smiled: "Okay, Wenger."

In fact, Miyazawa prefers to be called baby, wife, these more nasty names, but under the camera, he can only settle for the next best thing, just call him by name, it's better than calling him teacher.

Wenger also called Miyazawa's name directly.

"I'll sleep in it," Wenger said.

"Row."

As for the position of the bed, both of them actually know the position of the bed, because at home, Wenger sleeps on the right side, and Miyazawa sleeps on the left side. However, in the show, they are just strangers who have just met and are not even friends. The process that should be followed Still have to go.So Miyazawa asked again: "How is your sleep? Sometimes I grind my teeth slightly, do you mind?"

Wenger shook his head with a faint smile, saying he didn't mind, but in his heart he rolled his eyes over and over again.

Miyazawa has the habit of grinding his teeth while sleeping since he was a child. There may also be some reasons for lack of nutrition when he was a child, and his teeth grinding is particularly serious.But he especially likes to sleep with Wenger, so Wenger is basically woken up by the sound of teeth grinding more than ten times a day. For a while, the four parents who were mentally ill took turns to feel distressed, and then Miyazawa was strictly prohibited by his own parents. Wenger slept together.

Later, when he grew up and his nutrition kept up, Miyazawa's teeth grinding situation improved a lot, so he was allowed to sleep with Wenger again.And Wenger finally won't be woken up by Miyazawa. In fact, he didn't find it too noisy after hearing the teeth grinding sound too much. The more he listened, the more he got used to it.And at that time, the two had already entered high school and were officially together. They had other options besides sleeping at night. Wenger was exhausted every day, so he didn't have the energy to care about molars or snoring, and sometimes he didn't even hear molars. Hey, he still couldn't sleep well.

It was already one or two o'clock in the morning, and Wenger was already so sleepy that he kept yawning, and got into bed after taking a shower.

Miyazawa looked at the camera, took a towel and covered the four lenses with a smirk.

"We're going to sleep, don't look at evil."

It wasn't until the camera was covered that Miyazawa heaved a sigh of relief, took off his clothes by the bed, and went into the bathroom wearing only a pair of underwear. Ten minutes later, Miyazawa came out wearing a towel. Wenger was already asleep. Afraid that the hair dryer would make too much noise, he wiped it half dry with a towel, then changed into underwear and shorts, took his mobile phone and went to the balcony.

The mountain breeze is slightly cool, but not cold. The breeze is warm, like a light and warm spring breeze. It is very comfortable to blow on the body, and the half-dry hair is quickly dried by the mountain wind.

Miyazawa was sitting on a wicker chair, with a bottle of red wine, a notebook, and a pack of cigarettes in front of him.After pouring a small glass of red wine, he was not in a hurry to drink it. After putting it aside, he lit another cigarette and took a deep breath. Under the stimulation of nicotine, his fatigue reduced a lot.With a cigarette in his mouth, Miyazawa opened his notebook and began to make plans for tomorrow. Since he became the captain, he must be responsible to everyone.

He doesn't know much about Cuba, and the travel routes are basically based on other people's travel notes, as well as the places that the girls have mentioned before.While referring to the Cuban tourist brochure, he wrote and drew on the map of Cuba.The rattan chair was a bit short, and Miyazawa looked like a burly man curled up on a small chair from behind. In addition, he didn't wear a shirt, exposing his muscular arm muscles, making him even more aggrieved.

So when Wenger came out to see this scene, for some reason, he always felt that his Zhuangzhuang family seemed very pitiful.

He rubbed his eyes and sat beside Miyazawa: "Why haven't you slept yet?"

There was no camera in the balcony, and Wenger closed the balcony door again when he came out. The two were finally able to talk freely, but they didn't dare to speak too loudly, keeping their voices down.

"I'm making tomorrow's itinerary, it's almost ready, you can continue to sleep." Miyazawa quickly extinguished the cigarette, and fanned the smoke that hadn't drifted away with a notebook.Wenger's respiratory tract is not very good, so he never smokes in front of him, and sometimes he will avoid Wenger when he wants to smoke a cigarette to calm down.

Regarding Miyazawa's smoking, Wenger has no objection, but for Miyazawa's health, he is not allowed to smoke more than three cigarettes a week.

Wenger picked up his glass and took a sip of red wine, then slowly stretched out two fingers: "There are only two left this week."

Miyazawa laughed, hugged him and kissed him.There were still wine stains on Wenger's lips, which were slightly sweet. Miyazawa originally wanted to kiss lightly, but he couldn't stop after the kiss, so the kiss gradually deepened, and the lips and tongue became more and more lingering.Wenger straddled Miyazawa's lap, wrapped his hands around his neck, closed his eyes and was completely intoxicated in the hot kiss mixed with the aroma of red wine.

After a long time, their lips and tongues parted, both of them panted a little, their slightly absent-minded eyes found the secret hidden in each other's eyes, their bodies felt a little hot, but five seconds later, both of them slumped their shoulders.

Wen Gesheng lay on Miyazawa's shoulder unfeelingly, and Miyazawa pinched his waist, feeling a little disappointed: "I want to do it."

I want it too.Wenger pursed his lips and touched the back of Miyazawa's neck: "Be patient, it's not allowed here."

"Hey, our pair of fateful mandarin ducks are legal, but we can't do as we please." Miyazawa buried his face in Wenger's shoulder and rubbed.

Wenger also sighed deeply, hugging his lover for a long time without moving. Five minutes later, he stood up, drank the last bit of red wine, leaned on Miyazawa's back and asked, "Go ahead, I'll be here with you."

It was so late, Miyazawa naturally couldn't bear to let Wenger accompany him, but Wenger insisted on not going back to sleep first, so he had to speed up, marked the last few scenic spots randomly and led people into the house.

As soon as they entered the room, they returned to the sneaky state again. In order to avoid being heard, the two began to gesture with their hands in the end, their mouths were silent, and the two could understand what the other was saying. Over the years of tacit understanding and tacit understanding.

As soon as Wenger climbed back on the bed, Miyazawa followed him on his back and slipped in with the quilt lifted.

The bed was a single bed, very narrow, and it was too difficult to sleep two grown men, but no one wanted to sleep in separate beds, so they had to make do.Wenger was lying on his side facing the wall, Miyazawa hugged him from behind, his body was close to him, leaving no gap in between.

With the generous embrace of his lover, Wenger finally felt at ease, blinked his eyelids and finally fell asleep, and grasped the hands on his waist again while half asleep and half awake.

Miyazawa smiled softly, held Wenger's hand instead, tightened him into his arms, and closed his eyes with An Xin.

Sleeping in too late the night before, everyone overslept.

At around eight o'clock, Miyazawa woke up, the sky was bright outside, and a few rays of sunlight came in through the undrawn curtains, just shining on his eyes.He stretched out his hand to block the light, closed his eyes and adjusted them before opening them again.

The sleeping position of the two changed from hugging back to face-to-face embracing. Wenger's entire face was buried in Miyazawa's chest, and he breathed gently over his chest.

Miyazawa carefully withdrew his hand and got off the bed lightly. He had tried his best to lighten his movements, but Wenger still woke up in an instant.

"What time is it?" Wenger asked subconsciously, forgetting the existence of the camera.

The dependence and intimacy in these words are too obvious, Miyazawa yelled secretly, and hurriedly whispered in his ear: "We are in Cuba now."

Wenger opened his eyes instantly, fully awake, sat up and scratched his hair angrily.

Miyazawa rubbed the top of his head and comforted him in a low voice: "It's okay, there is no microphone, the recorded sound won't be very loud."

Wenger nodded, still a little depressed, and he was no longer sleepy at this time, so he simply got up together.After both of them finished washing and changing their clothes, Miyazawa removed the towel that had blocked the camera all night, and greeted the camera: "Good morning."

With a sunny and charming smile, all the female staff in the monitoring room fell to the ground in an instant.

The two of them left the room together and went down to the second floor. The three rooms were all quiet, obviously they were still awake.

The B&B the program team found was self-sufficient and did not provide breakfast service, so Miyazawa decided to prepare breakfast by himself.

When I went down to the first floor, a photographer followed me to take pictures. Miyazawa was busy in the kitchen, and Wenger watched from the side.

Wenger glanced at the photographer, and then asked Miyazawa: "You can cook."

Miyazawa smiled: "Well, when I was in college, I rented a house outside, and takeaways were unhealthy, so I learned how to make them myself."

Wenger drank the yogurt, and pretended to sigh: "It's amazing, but I can't do it. I don't have this talent. I didn't make much progress after learning it a few times, and then I gave up."

"In fact, cooking is very simple. If I have time, I will teach you how to cook a few easy-to-learn home-cooked dishes."

"Okay." Wenger nodded readily.

"Could you toast a few slices of bread for me? This should work, right?" Miyazawa took a bag of bread and handed it to Wenger, and then continued to fry eggs.

Except for those that need to be ignited, other kitchen utensils Wenger is still available, so the bread was baked smoothly.

The ingredients here are not fully prepared, so they can only make some sandwiches. Miyazawa fried the eggs and started to process the luncheon meat.Wenger had finished all the jobs he could do, and he couldn't help with other jobs if he wanted to, so he moved a chair and sat by the bar to watch with peace of mind.

There were a few eye contact in the middle, but they were restrained by the two of them at the moment when the eyes met, so that it didn't develop into an affectionate gaze.

Listening to the politeness in the tone, both of them sighed deeply. It turned out that it was more rare than pretending to be in love in front of the camera, but pretending to be unfamiliar...