After Dawn (Bing Kuai'er)

"Hey, is there anyone?"

Deng Liang just pushed open a crack in the door when he saw the bright lights in the lounge. He paused and complained to the stylist behind him: "I've been trying the key for a long time, here, return it to you. Really, knocking on the door didn't work." Reaction, I thought no one..."

However, when he continued to push the door open and saw who was inside, he immediately swallowed back the second part of the sentence "who didn't come to open the door".

"President Duan..."

The man sitting on the sofa had a stern face and a heroic look. He was closing his eyes, and his legs were covered with a black coat. He seemed to be taking a nap. Hearing his greeting, he opened his eyes, turned his head, and gave a faint "hmm".

The stylist followed behind and entered the door. Seeing another person in the room, he casually asked, "Brother Luo, why haven't you changed your clothes yet? Aren't you leaving?"

Li Luo turned his back to the door and leaned against the dressing table. Hearing this, his back seemed to tremble, but he didn't turn around, and he didn't answer. He lowered his head and looked like he was wiping something on his face.

Deng Liang vaguely felt that he was not in the right state, and immediately walked over, wanting to go around to him to have a look at the situation.

Before they approached, Li Luo turned around suddenly, his eyes were red, he sniffed, and smiled at the two of them: "Just now I was practicing the crying scene later, I'm too involved, I'm leaving right away."

Deng Liang heaved a sigh of relief, and a sense of emotion and pride rose from the bottom of his heart: "Brother Luo, you are really different today."

Li Luo's smile faltered, he tugged at the hem of his clothes cautiously, and asked in a low voice: "...what's the difference?"

Deng Liang was about to blow a rainbow fart of "Love and Dedication" with full of emotion, when suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, another eye was staring at him.

Immediately a shock.

Why did he almost forget that the big boss is here, according to the procedure, the boss should be exaggerated first.

So Deng Liang turned his head again, with tears of excitement in his eyes, and looked at his big boss:

"President Duan! The main reason is that you did a good job!"

Li Luo staggered suddenly.

Duan Mingyang raised his eyebrows: "I did a good job? Tell me how I did it."

Hearing his tone, Deng Liang seemed quite happy, guessing that his flattery should be in the right place, and immediately ran on and on: "Before you came, our brother Luo... well, of course it was excellent, but after you came, he accepted it." Your education is getting better and better! Your work is getting more and more serious! If you continue to work hard like this, you will soon be crowned actor!"

"Well, he is uneducated." Duan Mingyang turned his eyes to Li Luo who had just stood firm, "Did I 'educate' well just now, Mr. Li?"

Li Luo gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word: "Okay..."

"Where is it?"

"The good thing is... 'instilling' has given me a lot of things, and I can't take them away even if I want to."

"You're welcome, there will be more in the future."

"Then I really thank you..."

Deng Liang comforted: "Brother Luo, you are right to be so modest."

Li Luo was so depressed that he had nowhere to vent his anger, so he threw a sharp look at him: "What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to go back to the hotel?"

"Isn't this here to give you new clothes?" Deng Liang said, "I'm going to change into a new look for the next scene, so I'll bring the clothes and put them here for you first."

The stylist came over with the costume in his hands: "Since you are still here, Brother Luo, do you want to try new clothes? You won't wear this one after wearing it. Come, let me take it off for you."

"No need!" Li Luo immediately took a step back.

The stylist's hands froze in the air, and he asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"I...I want to take this dress back." He put his legs together, and tugged at the ankle-length hem of the clothes, "as a souvenir."

The stylist looked him up and down: "Just go back dressed like this?"

Li Luo: "Yes."

Stylist: "Wear the boots back, too?"

Some kind of warm liquid slowly flowed down the legs and into the boots, Li Luo took a deep breath, and ruthlessly gouged out the eyes of the man who was sitting on the sofa and looking at him jokingly.

"……Put on."

He finally knew why Duan Mingyang put boots and socks on him in the first place.

Behind the gentle appearance is all evil scheming.

"The makeup and hair must be removed." The stylist walked to the dressing table, "Brother Luo, sit down, and I will remove it for you——Hey, what is this on the ground?"

Li Luo quickly grabbed the cloth strip hanging from the chair beside him, threw it on the puddle of unknown liquid, then stepped on it, and rubbed it vigorously: "The milk sent by the fans accidentally spilled over."

Deng Liang: "... Brother Luo, that's my scarf..."

Li Luo: "...Sorry, I'll send you an Hermes one later."

Deng Liang: "Is a scarf enough to wipe? If it's not enough, I can take off my clothes!"

"Besides." Li Luo cleaned the floor, threw the dirty scarf away, sat down on the chair, and said to the stylist, "Help me take it off, I'm in a hurry to go back."

If you wait any longer, I'm afraid something will drip onto the floor again.

The stylist is skilled, he removed the headgear in two or three strokes, and then helped him remove his makeup and hair.Through the mirror, Li Luo saw Duan Mingyang standing up from the sofa behind him, shaking the coat in his hand, covering his front, putting the coat on his shoulders while turning his back, standing quietly, in a generous Under the cover of the coat, I couldn't see what I was doing.

When he turned around again, his trousers had been zipped up, and the suspicious wet marks were blocked by his coat.

Even the pair of his trousers, which had been taken off, were neatly folded and put into the bag where the red wine was originally held.

Li Luo had to admire his series of smooth and smooth methods of "destroying criminal evidence".

Fortunately, it was Duan Xingye and not Duan Mingyang who was his enemy, otherwise he would not know how he died.

"Okay!" The stylist finally helped him grab his hair. "Brother Luo, your hair is well maintained. I think you can use your real hair to shoot costume dramas."

Li Luo pursed his lips: "The ones that are half long but not long are ready to be cut."

"Huh? What a pity that is."

"A certain big boss forced me to cut it." He glanced at the man behind him, "I have to."

Duan Mingyang stepped forward, propped himself on the dressing table, and twirled the ends of his hair: "I just have a suggestion, if you like this style, you don't have to cut it."

Li Luo snorted: "You are the one who let the hair grow long, and you are the one who let it be cut off, and now you say let me decide, what do you want me to do?"

Duan Mingyang froze his movements, turned his head slowly, and looked at him: "When did I tell you to let you grow long hair?"

"You that night—" Li Luo got stuck in the middle of speaking, glanced at Deng Liang who was full of gossip, and said depressedly, "We'll talk about it when we go back."

Deng Liang was very disappointed.

Duan Mingyang didn't know what was wrong, suddenly his face sank, he grabbed him, stuffed the rose on the table into his arms, and said coldly: "I'm going back."

The stylist didn't even have time to say goodbye, but when he saw the two of them going out the door and disappearing without a trace in a blink of an eye, he couldn't help asking in confusion, "Didn't Mr. Duan come to inspect the work? Let’s go back together? Was that bouquet of roses given by a fan? Why did Mr. Duan...give it to Brother Luo..."

At the end of the question, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Deng Liang with wide eyes: "Could it be...?"

"Don't tell the truth if you see through it." Deng Liangyu said earnestly, "I'll tell you from the experience of those who have experienced it, let's not inquire about Mr. Duan and Brother Luo, and don't spread it. Brother is for your own good, understand?"

"...Okay, thank you, Brother Deng."

I was dragged all the way to the parking lot and didn't meet anyone, probably at the shooting scene.Li Luo breathed a sigh of relief.

If someone saw me like this, the trending search the next day might be "Nan Duan Sheli playing ancient costumes late at night".

However, Duan Mingyang's serious and gloomy face made him not completely at ease. He wondered if he was recorded in a small book by the other party because of his too arrogant attitude.

Falling in love with a man who loves jealousy and holds grudges is really exciting and disturbing.

Duan Mingyang drove it himself, and drove the Maybach to the extreme, driving back to the villa in the urban area within four or ten minutes.After getting out of the car, he walked to the co-pilot's door, opened the door for him, then bent down, picked up his knees, carried him out horizontally, and walked into the house.

"If you have a conscience, you know that my legs are weak." Li Luo held the flowers, leaned his head on his shoulder, and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Don't play so exciting next time, what if you are seen? I am too Hey, a big star, even though he doesn't have a good reputation, he still has face, okay?"

"I won't be seen by others." Duan Mingyang carried him up to the second floor, into the bedroom, and threw him onto the big bed——

Li Luo fell on the bed, was bounced up again, some petals of the rose in his hand were shaken off, a little bit of crimson was scattered on his plain white gown and the plain white sheets under him, pure and beautiful.

He threw the bouquet of roses on the bedside table, then kicked off the boots on his feet, grabbed the hem of his clothes, and pulled them up little by little, like lifting a curtain, gradually revealing his lower body.

First the ankles, then the bare calves, and then the well-proportioned thighs. The roots of the legs are red and covered with overflowing white turbidity.

On the top is the back hole that has just suffered a round of ravages. It opens and closes, and the semen from the man is still flowing out. It is thick and sticky, and it flows all over the legs.

"If someone sees me like this, you will be finished." Li Luo spread his legs, and now he was fearless again, and even dared to threaten Duan Mingyang, "I will give you another month of abstinence."

Duan Mingyang stood in front of the bed, took off his coat and coat, pulled off his tie, raised his legs and pressed onto the bed, grabbed his belt, and lifted him up with all his strength.

"Let's talk clearly first." Duan Mingyang leaned against his nose, supported the back of his head, inserted his fingers into his hair, grabbed it gently, and repeated the previous question, "When did I tell you to grow long hair?" send?"

Li Luo took the initiative to go up to him, bit his lips, and reached down dishonestly to touch his bulging crotch: "Want to know? Then call me like before..."

"...You still don't behave well." Duan Mingyang pulled down his trouser chain, and his penis, which was still half erect after venting for a while, jumped out in an instant, pushed forward, and immediately inserted into the wet and soft back hole unimpeded.

"Do you still want to be cleaned up, Luo Luo?"

Li Luo'er softened, and couldn't help blushing again.

But compared to the pure shyness at the beginning, after getting used to this call, the excitement in the body is no less than shame.What's more, now that he is in a private home, don't worry, he will start to be lively and arrogant again.

It doesn't matter how messy Duan Mingyang is, he will only be more messy than him.

"Hmm..." He took the initiative to untie his belt, open his clothes, the long gown slipped off his shoulders, and then lay down, his long hair loose and his eyes moist, "Brother Mingyang... Take care of me..."

Duan Mingyang leaned down and narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Don't you want to say?"

Li Luo put his arms around his neck, wrapped his legs around his waist, with a force, he was thrown on the bed, upside down, sat up by himself, lowered his head and kissed Duan Mingyang's lips, evoking a smug smile:

"I'll tell you when I'm satisfied."

Such an important thing can be forgotten, how can it be done without punishment.

As soon as his voice fell, he was knocked down heavily!

"Ah!" Li Luo straightened up in an instant, supporting the man's hard chest, being bumped non-stop, and biting his lip impatiently, "Umm... so deep..."

This posture pushed the thick and long penis to the deepest position in one breath, and the internal organs seemed to be pierced. Li Luo looked down and could even see his belly bulging slightly.

Duan Mingyang pinched his buttocks, pushed up hard, and repeatedly broke through the tight and hot tunnel, mercilessly: "I've fucked him once, and it's still so tight."

"It means... um ha... I haven't fucked enough..." Li Luo was dizzy from being pushed, but he was still desperately fanning the flames, "Brother Mingyang should fuck me more..."

Duan Mingyang couldn't bear it anymore, he stopped talking nonsense, and exerted force from his waist and hips, hitting his buttocks so loudly that it turned red.The big stream of semen that had been shot into the tunnel was continuously brought out by the genitals, and white foam was foamed out under the rapid impact of the hole.

Li Luo is like a boat bumping in the stormy waves, being lifted up and down, gradually finding pleasure, following the frequency of the genital thrusts in his body, twisting his waist in unison, letting the genitals run over his sensitive parts heavily, the pleasure is like Like an electric current, it kept rushing to the limbs and bones, and he lost all reason. He moaned loudly, and the sound of impact and his lewd words echoed throughout the room.

Duan Mingyang touched him all over his body, and when he was about to vent, he viciously blocked his top to prevent his ejaculation, forcing him to answer questions.

Li Luo wasn't afraid at all, he twisted the genitals in his body that were also on the verge of apex, moved his waist, and kept shouting "Cum to me" and "I want to give you a baby", forcing Duan Mingyang's veins to protrude Clenched his teeth, finally had to let go, fucked hard a few times, and reached an orgasm with him.

Of course, he also paid a "painful" price for this. Just after ejaculation, Duan Mingyang pressed him on the bed again, and then entered his red and swollen acupuncture point full of semen.

His hair was held and he was forced to hold his head high. His overused waist collapsed weakly, but his buttocks were pushed up high, enduring endless impacts from men.He ended up being fucked and cummed twice and creamed once, and the sheets were all evidence of their wantonness.

"Are you satisfied?" Duan Mingyang turned him over who was panting on the bed, pressed him down, put his arms on both sides of his head, looked directly at him, stroked his long hair slowly, and asked, "Can you answer?" Me?"

Li Luo was lying on his back, his black hair was sticking to his cheeks with sweat, his eyes were as red and moist as his lips, his body was full of traces of love, and between his legs were the semen of the man on his body and the water marks from being fucked, completely satiated up.

"That night...it's the same as now." He put his arm around Duan Mingyang's neck, "You leaned on me, looked at me, stroked my hair... I thought you cared a lot, so I asked you a question. Question, do you remember?"

Duan Mingyang brushed away the wet hair, and gently stroked his cheek: "Remember, you asked me if I liked your long hair or short hair, but my answer at that time was—"

"You say: 'It doesn't matter, I love you every minute, every second'."

Li Luo bent his eyes, tilted his head and kissed Duan Mingyang's palm.

"That was the first and only time you said the four words 'I like you' to me completely."

"I don't know how many 'minutes, every second' we'll have, but I want to freeze that minute, that second forever."

"I want to make myself...always be the way you like."