Zhang Dengjie Cai

There is something wrong with Qi Ping, it was not obvious when we first met, but after getting along for a long time, I can always feel the gentle but strong desire to control, but this desire to control is under the acquiescence of Zhang Anran, Zhang Anran made it clear He doesn't know what to do if he doesn't like it, but his tentacles densely fill up the vague areas.

Zhang Anran lay in the bathtub for 10 to [-] minutes. As soon as he felt a little sleepy, the door was pushed open. He was wearing a nightgown and holding a bath towel in his hand. He looked gentle and harmless. He asked: "Want to help you take a shower?"

Zhang Anran didn't speak, Qi Ping took this as acquiescence, he soaked the bath towel in the water in the bathtub, and said: "Then I come in?"

The bath is big enough for two people to do something together. Zhang Anran closed his eyes and replied, "Leave the bath towels, you can go out first."

"Don't you need me to rub your back?" Qi Ping's attitude didn't change, as if he wasn't embarrassed at all.

"No, you go out."

Zhang Anran closed his eyes and didn't want to look at Qi Ping. Qi Ping looked at Zhang Anran's face carefully. He took bath salts and essential oils, put them by the bathtub together, and left with his slippers on.

It has been an hour since Zhang Anran came out of the bathroom again, and Qiping cooked a bowl of noodles, even with a soft boiled egg on top.Zhang Anran came out after blow-drying his hair, but Qi Ping was holding a wooden comb in his hand and leaned over it.

Zhang Anran was very impatient, but Qi Ping looked at him with a smile, so he had to lower his head slightly and let Qi Ping comb his hair for him.

He wasn't very hungry at first, but the bowl of noodles looked very tempting. He also knew that the taste must be good, so he didn't embarrass himself. He sat at the table and took chopsticks and started to eat. Halfway through the meal, he felt something was wrong. At first, I saw Qi Ping staring at him, his eyes were burning, but not aggressive at all.

He still couldn't help it, and stabbed: "Don't stare at me, I can't eat."

Qi Ping replied to him softly: "OK."

Zhang Anran lowered his head again, this time he was really much better, he finished eating the noodles neatly, and even drank most of the bowl of noodle soup with both hands holding the bowl.

Just as he put down the bowl, there was another warm towel in front of him. His hand paused, but he still took it and wiped the corner of his mouth.

"Tomorrow's Grammy performance, can you add a little more time?" Qi Ping asked Zhang Anran naturally, like a parent who spoils his child unconditionally.

"No need." Zhang Anran refused cleanly.

"Okay." Qi Ping responded, took Zhang Anran's bowl into his palm again, lowered his head in front of him, and drank the remaining half bowl of soup.

Zhang Anran took a few glances at Qi Ping like this, and felt nothing in his heart. He went back to the bedroom and unplugged the charger on his mobile phone—Qi Ping knew he couldn’t do without his mobile phone, so he plugged it in and charged it early. The tacit understanding developed over the years, Zhang Anran thought that he had almost improved, but when Qi Ping came, it went back.

He swiped Weibo for a while, then cut the interface, and read the script of "Pure Color Space".

Zhang Anran likes the script of "Pure Color Space". He also knows that the director Chen Guoqiang has always been reliable, but he has been hesitant.

This kind of post does not post his image as a star, but his personality as Zhang Anran. The experience in it reflects his past to some extent, but the tone is darker.Sometimes Zhang Anran thinks, if he hadn't met Qi Ping, he would probably have embarked on that path.

Out of this consideration, Zhang Anran wanted to push the script, but felt that this opportunity was really rare and the script was really good, so he hesitated.

This wave of drafts in China has forced him to make up his mind. He has always been a person who has a career and is unwilling to disappoint his fans, but he is just filming.

Zhang Anran read the script for a while, Qi Ping also entered the room, he carefully closed the door, tore off his clothes, and climbed onto the bed naked from under Zhang Anran's feet.

Zhang Anran once asked Qi Ping why he did this, and Qi Ping only said that he liked it very much. When the love was strong, Zhang Anran would throw away the mobile phone as soon as Qi Ping entered the door, and picked him up and threw him on the bed. The bed sheets will be creased countless times, and the suppressed panting and moaning of the strings will echo in the room, which will not subside for a long time.

Qi Ping climbed onto the bed, but didn't get into his own bed. He cautiously moved closer to Zhang Anran's side, stretched out another arm, and hugged his waist weakly.

Zhang Anran pressed his hand on the phone screen, a word was marked, and a small window popped up prompting to copy.

"Anyang: It's good to live alone, but there is one more person. I was not used to it at first, but then I got used to it. I gradually felt that it was really good for two people to be together. But no one told me that two people are together. There is a time limit for my life, and I still have to live it alone. So I hated the person who broke into my world. Without him, I would still be happy.”

Zhang Anran naively selected the blacked-out option, blacked out the sentence, threw the phone on the bedside table, turned his head to look at Qiping, and asked, "What are you doing here again?"

It seems to be asking why Qi Ping came over to hug him vainly, and it seems to be asking why Qi Ping came to New York to cling to him.

Qi Ping didn't speak, he withdrew his arm, but grabbed Zhang Anran's quilt, opened it and got in.

Zhang Anran sneered, and reached out to grab Qiping's hair, which was completely different from his, hard and thick.

Zhang Anran looked at the fluorescent clock facing the bed, and said indifferently, "It's up to you."

Qi Ping knelt between Zhang Anran's legs, the quilt was very thick, and his breathing was not smooth, which made his movements slightly trembling.

He swallowed deeply, so deep that some tears oozed out of the corners of his eyes uncontrollably. Zhang Anran didn't torment him, but he didn't restrain himself either. He regarded Qiping as a tool, so that he could live by himself. There was no feeling of disgust or tenderness.

Qi Ping swallowed all the salty liquid, and slowly licked the not-so-cold "popsicle". He climbed onto Zhang Anran's body, and first pressed weakly. Zhang Anran didn't push him away, so he relaxed a little. I hugged Zhang Anran, rested my head on his chest, and rubbed against him for a while, affectionately and fawningly.

But Zhang Anran's hands were hanging by his side, neither hugging him nor kissing him.

He didn't feel any dissatisfaction, he slowly straightened his upper body, and sat with his legs at the same level as his waist and abdomen. He exerted all his strength and was careful not to press him down.

He held the "popsicle" he had just dealt with with his hand, bit his lower lip with his teeth, leaving a faint mark, and buried it into his body bit by bit.

Zhang Anran closed his eyes at this moment.

Qi Ping has been exercising all year round, and he also specially practiced yoga a few years ago, just to make Zhang Anran more comfortable. At this moment, he used the strength of his legs and waist to move up and down familiarly. Zhang Anran didn't speak, so he also bit his lip. , swallowing the groan into his stomach.

After about 10 minutes, he let it out, but Zhang Anran's things were still hard, and Qi Ping was panting a little, he took a heavy breath, looked at the indifferent Zhang Anran, gritted his teeth and continued.

After grinding for another ten minutes, Zhang Anran finally vented, and Qi Ping lay on Zhang Anran's chest, kissing his neck, like kissing an invisible but firm layer of ice.

He closed his eyes, holding Zhang Anran's stuff in his mouth, thinking, at least he wouldn't reject him, would he?

Zhang Anran fell asleep naturally, he didn't think about anything, but in his dream he saw luxuriant grass, blue sky, gentle breeze blowing, warm feeling.