Xia Shuang Qiurong

Qiurong pried open Xia Shuang's lips with the tip of her tongue, and drove straight in, her hands naturally loosened the restraint on the person under her, and turned to support the back of Xia Shuang's head, lovingly rubbing his broken hair with her ten fingers.

The incident of "kissing Qiu Rong" challenged Xia Shuang's bottom line of cognition. He lay under Qiu Rong, his face was pale, he didn't say a word, and forgot to resist.

Before kissing Xia Shuang, Qiu Rong never thought that things would develop to this point; after kissing Xia Shuang, Qiu Rong didn't want to stop here...

Qiu Rong didn't know why he wanted to let his alpha instinct go unrestrained, but he felt an evil fire burning in his abdomen, and where the prairie fire was, there was a black hole the size of a bowl, and evil thoughts were crazily clamoring inside: keep him!Can't let him go!

Omega is like a fluffy and delicious cotton candy, exuding a light fruity fragrance.

Alpha pheromones are like winter spirits and galloping horses, opening up territories in the air, crushing and beating fragile nerves.

The two scents blend in the air, like two rich and overripe fruits colliding, and the juice splashes everywhere.

Qiu Rong is in heat - all tenderness has become a sure-fire criminal attempt.

Qiurong wished to use all the skills Wan Huazhong Guo had learned on Xia Shuang, teasing his body and tearing his clothes.

"Don't..." Xia Shuang came back to her senses, and began to struggle in vain, with intermittent "woo woo" sounds from her gagged mouth.

Qiurong's mischievous hand reached into the hem of Xia Shuang's clothes, found his nipples, and teased him leisurely.

Xia Shuang was so disturbed that she couldn't help but grab Qiurong's half-stretched pants, and said with tears in her eyes, "Qiurong, what are you going to do..."

This question was Xia Shuang's last straw.

Today is different from the past, he obviously no longer defines Qiurong's behavior as helping each other as in the past, and he doesn't want to give his body to him in an unclear situation.

Qiu Rong was being overwhelmed by lust, obviously didn't understand this sentence, and could only repeat mechanically: "Hey, take off... take off your clothes..."

Xia Shuang's heart turned cold, and she struggled: "Stop...stop...you're fucking in heat!"

Xia Shuang used all her brute force to push Qiu Rong away and crawl forward. Qiu Rong counterattacked and pressed Xia Shuang's shoulder, and the smell of more pheromones instantly filled the room.

If Alpha is determined to suppress Omega mentally, then the pheromone contest is their last weapon.

Xia Shuang collapsed and screamed, "Get out!"

Qiu Rong refused to listen, and forced Xia Shuang to come over, kissed and kissed him in the crook of his neck, coaxing repeatedly: "Don't you want it?"

Xia Shuang's expression turned fierce: "No!"

If the "Zhou Gu Sheng Zhi A Cancer Club" recruits members, Qiu Rong must be the number one VIP--the fact proves how important it is for a man to only contribute his physical strength when making out, and keep his mouth shut the whole time.

The hypothesis that she least wanted to be confirmed became true, and Xia Shuang's mind instantly cleared up.Xia Shuang kicked Qiu Rong's lower abdomen hard, and Qiu Rong let out an "ah—" and lost her strength.

While getting dressed, Xia Shuang scolded fiercely: "What the hell do you think of me as a tool to vent your desire?"

Qiu Rong clutched his stomach and rolled to the side, moaning in pain: "No, Xiao Xia, listen to me..."

"You tell yourself!" Xia Shuang exhausted her last bit of strength, suppressed the surging tide, crawled back to her room, and locked the door behind her.

The dust settled and everything was silent.

Xia Shuang hunched over, breathing heavily, trying to find a crack in the air dense with pheromones to survive, sweat trickling down the veins on her forehead and dripping onto her hands...

Her vision was so blurred that she couldn't focus, Xia Shuang braced herself, overturned the suitcase, opened the inhibitor hidden in the food package, and held one in her hand.

The footsteps sounded from far to near, and I vaguely heard Qiu Rong outside the door, knocking repeatedly: "Xia Shuang, you open the door first... open the door quickly!"

"No." Xia Shuang got into a corner, not wanting to listen, and stabbed herself tremblingly.

Heart-piercing pain, upper and lower jaws fighting unconsciously, two bean-sized teardrops rolled down.

He hated the feeling of being self-deprecating and self-deprecating.

"Xia Shuang, do you want to give yourself another injection?" Qiurong's anxious voice came from behind the door.

Qiurong endured the physical reaction, his stomach was full of nausea, and he was flustered: "Xia Shuang, don't hurt yourself first, open the door for me, and listen to my explanation..."

Naturally, Qiurong didn't intend to play with Xia Shuang from the very beginning, but the false estrus made him obsessed, and his mind was muddled. If he did things like this, he couldn't think clearly...

But slowly calming down, he at least realized what a big mistake he had made.

Xia Shuang probably felt underestimated by him.

Xia Shuang yelled back in a rough voice: "Get out! Stay away from me!"

The knock on the door stopped.

Xia Shuang leaned against the door in despair, with her ear pressed against the door panel, she heard Qiu Rong's anxious panting on the other side.

Enduring the severe pain in the back of her head, Xia Shuang scraped her fingernails on the door panel, making a sharp sound, as if masturbating herself.

The passion faded away, Xia Shuang collapsed to the extreme, buried her face in her arms, and finally cried bitterly.

Helpless, hopeless, his first secret love in his youth must have ended in failure.

Over [-] people, seeing all the prosperity in the world, for the first time in life, there is a person who does not belong to him, and cannot be controlled by money and fame.

The first love that you have no chance to taste at the age of first love, at the end of youth, is like a belated bad cold, more bitter and surging.

"I hate you..." Xia Shuang muttered, closing her eyes, two clear watermarks appeared on her cheeks: "Qiu Rong, I really hate you."

Qiu Rong was helpless against Xia Shuang's emotions, and slid down the door.

Naturally, he had no way of knowing Xia Shuang's tender thoughts, and he was helpless about Xia Shuang's violent reaction.All he knew was that he seemed to be too naughty and messed up many things, many things...

Qiu Rong had a fever all night, which alarmed the entire film crew in the middle of the night.

The staff bought the medicine overnight and delayed the start of work for two hours. At noon the next day, Qiu Rongcai finally sat sickly in front of the live broadcast camera.

The last live broadcast was Qiu Rong's main interview, which was aimed at Xia Shuang's "impossible task" for him.

"Mr. Qiu, you can sail with your nasolabial folds and tear grooves. Which girl did you spend half your life on last night?" The female makeup artist teased Qiurong without limit. He fought her all the time, and today, he slumped in the armchair like a listless pickle.

Qiurong drove and said, "It's on you."

The make-up artist smiled coquettishly, trying to strangle him to death.

Qiu Rong stared nakedly at Xia Shuang who was sitting in the corner without makeup or hair—he was not in a good condition either, sitting under a small blanket, holding a bottle of hot milk, warming his hands while sucking hard. .As soon as Xia Shuang raised her head, she met Qiu Rong's eyes, and moved away indifferently.

"..." Qiurong suffered a second internal injury uncontrollably.

The beautiful host sister adjusted her tone, and asked in a warm spring breeze: "The show has come to an end, everyone is concerned, how is the relationship between you and Brother Xia Shuang going?"

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that the meaning of the host is to guide Qiurong to express a change in his opinion and attitude towards a "big star", revealing behind-the-scenes and so on.

Qiurong didn't say a word, and two or three cameras were watching.

The host continued to laugh dryly until he couldn't keep his face off.

After standing in a daze for a long time, Qiu Rong suddenly came to his senses and coughed into the camera: "Oh, have you started recording?"

The host whispered: "Brother, this is a live broadcast."

Qiurong: "Oh..."

host:……

director:……

Qiu Rong lowered his eyes and poured out his heart like an interview: "...he treats me very well. He is young, but sensible, and he is more accommodating to me."

Sister Lan stretched her neck and smelled gossip: "Meow meow?"

Qiu Rong said: "That day, seeing him alone, slowly sinking from such a high altitude, I suddenly felt some unprecedented feelings in my heart..."

"Achieving the pinnacle, um, yes, reaching the pinnacle, there is always such a bright moment in an idol's life, it is lonely, brilliant, and everyone looks up to."

Xia Shuang drank the milk quietly and stared at the live screen.

"It's ridiculous. I used to have prejudice against Xia Shuang. I only went to see his stage after I got to know him."

"Maybe the biggest difference between me and others is that I first got to know him as a simple person, and then I got to know him as an idol on the stage."

It's a bit of a mouthful and incoherent, but Sister Lan can understand Qiurong's meaning, and because she understands, she realizes that Qiurong is struggling today...frank and serious.

She took another peek at Xia Shuang, the young man's expression was still calm, and no obvious emotion could be seen in his light brown pupils.

"But... there are a lot of helplessness in life, I think it's special, and I can't cover up more restrictions."

"Xia Shuang is too dazzling. He was destined to be born for the stage. He belongs to many people, not to a certain person."

Xia Shuang lowered her head, and in the palm of her hand was a little pig drawn with a signature brush, with two ears, two nostrils, two eyes, and a mouth.

"You idiot, you don't have to do this."

Qiu Rong opened his eyes and hummed to the camera: ""Summer Limited", in Xia Shuang's new album, there is a line of lyrics written by himself."

"Live this summer like a cloud."

"When I understood the height of his life, another aspect also expanded the width of my life."

"The gift he gave me, this summer, I like it very much, I hope he can be happy, and the rest of his life will be a midsummer."

Too many chaotic pictures flashed in my mind one by one, the bright ones were Xia Shuang's face.

In the past 25 years of his life, Qiu Rong believes in playing games, and he was born to feel the colorful world.

Xia Shuang's appearance started with fun, his superstar aura, his legendary experience, his gender crisis, his very different persona...their turbulent and rapidly changing relationship.

But the relationship between the two seemed to be ruined by his arbitrary handling.

Qiu Rong's expression was happy for a while, and sad for a while. The host was speechless and said to himself, if it is a performance, it must be an Oscar-winning performance.

The host silently poked Qiu Rong: "...Did I talk too much?"

"Ah, no, is the live broadcast enough?" Qiu Rong sniffed hard, and gave the camera a special literary smile, chaos and nostalgia are written in the corners of the eyes and brows - female literary youths all over the world can't wait to see it The kind of smile that can support him.

For the first time, the comment section was completely silent after the live broadcast. CP fans, Du Wei, and black fans were all cold: "I don't know what to say, but Qiu Rong is not sick, right?"

The finale of the program is set at the Fuji Five Lakes Scenic Area, where you can enjoy the autumn scenery of Mount Fuji.

When Qiurong changed into casual clothes and passed Xia Shuang's business car, she saw Xia Shuang sitting alone in the packed luggage room, buried in the books.

Qiu Rong was faintly disappointed: Oh, Xiao Xia didn't watch my live broadcast.

Qiu Rong called Xia Shuang's name from a distance, Xia Shuang looked up and saw that it was Qiu Rong, her expression changed quickly like a frightened bird looking around.

Seeing his expression, Qiurong felt uncomfortable, and sighed: "Don't be afraid, there are so many people, I really won't do anything to you."

After saying this, even Qiurong himself regretted how it happened in just two days.

Qiu Rong cautiously took a step towards Xia Shuang: "Yesterday, I didn't do it on purpose... I'm a little confused, so you just think I'm not a human being or a beast. It's my fault to offend you."

Xia Shuang put away the script, and replied a minus ten degrees "hmm".

Qiu Rong: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

Xia Shuang shook her head, she could still freeze to death.

Qiu Rong hit a soft nail, so he changed his strategy and reached out to touch Xia Shuang's hair.

Xia Shuang avoided it politely.

Looking at each other, Qiurong leaned his elbows on the window frame, and his upper body moved further into the car: "You said yesterday that you hate me?"

Xia Shuang's mouth twitched twice.

"Xiao Xia said that I hate you. What's wrong with your ears that you can't understand Chinese?" Mengmeng dragged large and small bags from the sky very well, and gave Qiurong a shudder.

Qiu Rong silently moved out of the way with a mournful face.

Mengmeng scolded very loudly: "Teacher Qiurong, we are about to leave, please help close the door, and another question, why do you pester us Xiaoxia every day, don't you have your own car?"

Xia Shuang silently covered her face with her mobile phone: "..."

Qiurong dared not speak out: "..."

The driver got into the car and closed the automatic door. The pitiful figure of Qiu Rong who was alone outside the car window receded, getting smaller and smaller.

"Ah ha ha ha ha, what a fucking relief, I finally found a chance to scold Qiu Rong in person!" Mengmeng made a YEAH excitedly, then turned Xia Shuang's little head that couldn't help but look back, and said threateningly: "Be honest, you and Qiu Rong What happened between Rong? After the live broadcast today, the fans tore it into darkness!"

Xia Shuang silently knocked on the back of Mengmeng's chair, nodded the driver's head, then pointed to her own mouth, and made a zipper movement.

Mengmeng understood and opened WeChat.

Xia Shuang: I'm a little sad, I've lost my love.

Mengmeng swallowed a mouthful of old blood and almost died tragically halfway.

Mengmeng:? ? ?Talking about it can be called broken love? ?you? ? ?

Xia Shuang: We kissed. Everyone said that kissing is love, and going to bed is nothing.

Mengmeng couldn't hold back her swearing: "I*you, where did you read street stall literature?"

Xia Shuang: Wechat public accounts say so.

Mengmeng immediately decided to report the pheasant self-media when she returned to Beijing, and it is urgent to establish a correct three-view education for idols.

Mengmeng: Kissed, then what?What did he say?

Xia Shuang: He didn't say anything.

Xia Shuang: ...No.

Xia Shuang: What should he say?

Xia Shuang sent three WeChat messages in a row, and Mengmeng became alert: Could it be that Qiu Rong's big trash said something?Come from the truth!

Xia Shuang felt that her EQ was incomparable with Mengmeng's.

Xia Shuang checked the mirror reflection of the WeChat screen in the glass window again, and then typed slowly and anxiously: He undressed me and wanted to sleep with me, but I didn't agree.

Xia Shuang: I'm angry, but he seems sad, so is this a normal step for him?

Mengmeng yelled for the second time: Qiu Rong is a scum, wait until I get out of the car and see if I don't chop him up!

Qiu Rong and TONY were squeezed together in another commercial vehicle, Qiu Rong kept holding on to a photo of Xia Shuang on the phone, and TONY was afraid that he would get motion sick if he saw it again, so he asked insincerely, "What's wrong with you?"

Qiu Rong was particularly wronged: "Xia Shuang ignores me."

TONY said that the preface does not match the afterword, I am at a loss, brother.

Qiurong: "The relationship between the two of us is already very good. He clings to me every day and is obedient to me. He is a big star. You say that in his life, he is so soft that he asks me to sleep with him every day. Buy me a good one." Is it good to eat and drink and pull me to play games, is it worth being happy and moving?"

"I really liked him, so I told him that day that I was going to introduce him and he got mad."

"I went to him again, apologized to him, and wanted to redeem him, but I didn't expect him to be even more angry."

Qiu Rong is a gentleman, he promised not to tell anyone Xia Shuang's secret, so he skipped the most important part of the story.

After listening to TONY, I always feel that there seems to be some plot missing in this direction, but what is the plot?

Seeing that Qiurong doesn't think about food and drink, TONY can't stay out of the matter: "Then let me analyze it for you."

Qiu Rong looked sad: "I'm sure, just tell me."

TONY: "I've said it before, no matter how much Xiao Xia doesn't distinguish between you and me, he is still a big star. A big star has a strong desire to control. You bullied him every day and finally got retribution! I said how could you How about talking about yourself and interfering in his life? So in Xiao Xia's eyes, he may think you are an annoying elder."

Qiu Rong was stabbed in the heart, OS said: "Fart, bro, I'm only 25 this year, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand, besides, have you ever seen a nephew sleeping with an elder?"

Qiu Rong: "Did you go out to read the almanac today?"

TONY: "Huh?"

TONY clicked on the perpetual calendar in his phone, and asked strangely, "What should I avoid today?"

Qiu Rong snorted: "I don't want to chat with you today."

Qiurong repaired TONY all the way and got out of the car. TONY cried and ran to complain to Sister Lan.

Xia Shuang arrived before Qiu Rong, and was already walking along the tree-lined path by Lake Kawaguchi with his manager Mengmeng.

Xia Shuang didn't have a good word with Qiu Rong for a week, and now, Qiu Rong felt that Xia Shuang was full of strengths.

Looking from afar, Qiurong saw that Xiao Xia was dressed really nicely today, with a British-style rhombic sweater and a newsboy hat, showing a student-like air that was not intentionally modified at all.After just one glance, I became restless, and when I became restless, I remembered that the two were still in a cold war, and my heart burned.

TONY bought two cups of coffee for Sister Lan and Qiurong. Qiurong took out a cigarette, and the two obediently stood next to the trash can and smoked each other, "vicissitudes" of each other.

Sister Lan: Have you thought about the plot of the Mount Fuji chapter?Just chatted with the local tourism bureau, combined with the local customs and natural beauty. "Romantic Japan" has finally come to an end, whether it is Xia Shuang or your character design, you can push it harder.

Qiu Rong sighed faintly, and shook his head: "Sister Lan, I thought that after this month, I had already gotten to know Xia Shuang very well, but in the past few days I hit a wall. It turns out that he is still a monolith with me, which is even more sad. What’s more, I don’t know where I’m stuck.”

Sister Lan watched Xia Shuang and her manager turn a corner and drift away, before asking, "What's the matter with you?"

Qiu Rong said dejectedly: "We quarreled, it's my fault." Sister Lan: "?"

Qiurong didn't explain the specific details, but sighed very maturely: "...I'm afraid of losing him."

Sister Lan almost spilled the coffee in her hand.

Funny, who is Qiu Rong?Prodigal son, lover, gamer, king of destruction.

It's not that couples are quarreling, what kind of bitterness and hatred are they doing?

Sister Lan twitched the corner of her mouth: "You were lowered?"

Qiu Rong was in a hurry: "I'm serious with you, but you still laugh at me?"

Sister Lan still couldn't believe it, but she folded her hands together to express that she was sorry and I was willing to communicate with you: "Then I can only give you a little bit of chicken soup, no one is right or wrong."

Qiurong stared at the lake: "..."

Sister Lan: "You have to meet many people in your life, most of them are scenery, and very few are the end."

There is another knife in the heart.

Qiu Rong really wanted to check the almanac again. Today, apart from TONY, it seemed that Sister Lan was also avoided.

Sister Lan: "Qiu Rong, you should grow up, I think Xia Shuang is actually more mature than you."

Qiurong was not convinced: "What do you mean?"

Xia Shuang: "Know your position, at least when you should do something."

Qiu Rong: ...don't stab me again, I'm going to lose too much blood.

Sister Lan continued to narrate slowly, like a small river flowing through the canyon, flickering on and off.

Sister Lan: "Besides, why can't Xia Shuang ignore you?"

Sister Lan: "Is he your parents? No. Is he your child? No. It's just a friend, or a limited friendship bound by the crew."

... Qiu Rong counted the knives stuck in his heart, and sighed faintly.

Sister Lan suddenly changed the topic: "Have you thought about getting married?"

Qiurong had a question mark on his face.

My sister answered for him: "If you don't take the initiative, don't take responsibility, don't believe in marriage, and don't seek out people in the circle, these are all your own words, so are you gay?"

Qiu Rong was serious: "Is this the fucking question?"

Sister Lan was even more serious: "That's it. She is not your wife, and she can't be your wife. The last relationship that may become the end of your life has also been cut off. May I ask you, why can't you lose Xiaoxia?"

Sister Lan is a cruel person.

Qiu Rong stammered: "Of course I am, I am not, I..."

The soot was stored for a while, and finally overwhelmed, it fell on Qiu Rong's instep, burning through the nylon socks, and excruciating pain.

A certain blockbuster detonated in his mind, which was the answer that Qiu Rong had never imagined before. Once this one in ten thousand possibility was raised, he would blow himself up to pieces.

Qiurong: "I...?"