After wearing the book, I let the enemy mark

Seeing Lu Zhaoheng's smiling face, Hao Mu felt that his breath was suffocated for a moment.

He has seen too many looks of Lu Zhaoheng in ancient costumes, such as modest gentlemen, iceberg beauties or evil charms, but they are all the most perfect Lu Zhaoheng presented on the screen after processing.

But the current Lu Zhaoheng, although he was wearing a strong blue suit, he didn't take care of it meticulously.

He was wearing too many clothes, and the weather was hot. He must have rushed back just after filming. There were still a few wet hairs hanging from his forehead.

There are flaws in the makeup, but it is a little more real.

Imperfect talents are more exciting! .

This is Lu Zhaoheng who belongs to Hao Mu alone.

"..."

Thoughts are beyond human control. After realizing what he was thinking, Hao Mu blushed little by little, "...Why did you come back dressed like this?"

Lu Zhaoheng said: "Removing makeup takes too much time."

"..."

Although he didn't say it clearly, Hao Mu could hear it.

It's not because it's too troublesome to remove makeup, it's just because it takes time, and he's afraid he won't be able to wait that long.

So why not let Ronaldinho take the clothes back?

He didn't need to make this trip by himself.

Before Hao Mu asked the question in his heart, Lu Zhaoheng spoke first: "You are not feeling well, why didn't you tell me?"

They were still videotaping before Ronaldinho went to the crew, but Hao Mu didn't mention a word.

But Hao Mu was really wronged about this matter. It's not that he didn't mention it, he just forgot to mention it.

It's only because of the background of a cave that their topic was too biased, and he couldn't even turn around.

But Hao Mu can't say that he forgot.

He settled down and said: "It's not that uncomfortable, I'm fine now, you...you can go back to filming."

Lu Zhaoheng smiled lightly and said, "Are you really all right?"

Hao Mu: "..."

He paused for a while, looked at Lu Zhaoheng and said, "When is your next play?"

"Seven in the evening."

Hao Mu counted the time again. It seemed that it was not yet five o'clock. His eyes lit up slightly, so he could stay at home for a while.

But he didn't say that, what he said was: "Let's go after eating."

Lu Zhaoheng said "OK" and hugged him again.

Being imprisoned in Lu Zhaoheng's arms, smelling the pheromone on his body, which can be called a special medicine, Hao Mu relaxed his body, and naturally put his hands on Lu Zhaoheng's back. He tilted his head and found a comfortable place. He leaned against him, hesitated for a while and said, "I want to discuss something with you."

Lu Zhaoheng's voice was above his head: "What's the matter?"

Hao Mu said: "My mother is on a business trip tomorrow, and I want to take Xiao Le here to stay for two days...is that okay?"

Lu Zhaoheng was silent: "Do you still remember what I told you when you first lived here?"

"..."

"This is your home too, you don't need to ask for my opinion on what you want to do."

Hao Mu raised his head and said, "You agree?"

The face raised from his arms was full of undisguised joy, Lu Zhaoheng's eyes darkened, he lowered his head and approached him and said, "Hao Mu."

"Ok?"

"Rely on me a little more."

"..."

Hao Mu was stunned, then lowered his head in shame and said, "I already rely on you a lot."

He eats and lives here for nothing, and his body needs Lu Zhaoheng's pheromone, which not only takes up half of his bed at night, but now also disturbs his work.

He counted the troubles he had caused Lu Zhaoheng, and suddenly felt the arms around him tighten a bit, and Lu Zhaoheng put his chin on his shoulder.

Lu Zhaoheng said, "A little more."

"..."

If there is more, he will not be able to take care of himself!

Hao Mu slandered. He sensed that Lu Zhaoheng's mood was not right, and he didn't understand why, so he could only obediently let him hug him and absorb the pheromone along the way.

When he went downstairs, Lu Zhaoheng was leading him.

His own hand was completely squeezed into another person's palm, and it was only at this moment that Hao Mu realized that Lu Zhaoheng's palm was so generous and warm.

He doesn't resist Lu Zhaoheng's approach, but longs to be close to Lu Zhaoheng, but there are other people downstairs, so he can't hold him like this all the time, right?

Lu Zhaoheng didn't care about it, he was wearing clothes that felt out of place, and he dragged Hao Mu down to the first floor. Even when eating, the distance between the two of them was much closer than usual.

Hao Mu took two mouthfuls of food in a dull manner, and sneaked a glance at the people in costumes sitting at the dining table.

He always felt that today's Lu Zhaoheng was... a little sticky to him?

But Lu Zhaoheng didn't say anything superfluous. After eating, he went to the set again and didn't come back until one o'clock in the morning.

He was afraid of disturbing Hao Mu's sleep, so he took a shower in the guest room before going to the master bedroom. When he lay down on the bed, Hao Mu was already fast asleep.

Lu Zhaoheng did not feel sleepy.

With the warm yellow light of the bedside lamp, he wantonly looked at Hao Mu's peaceful sleeping face.

His eyes were dark, like a bottomless vortex. If Hao Mu was awake at this time, he would probably be frightened by him.

Hao Mu also transmigrated, and Lu Zhaoheng had guessed this fact.

But speculation and confirmation are not the same.

As a result of guesswork, there may be negative answers.

From the moment he saw Hao Mu who woke up in the hospital, and from the moment Hao Mu looked at him with eyes that were completely different from those described in the original text, he began to doubt.

But he is not sure, he is not sure whether the collapse of the storyline is due to his appearance, and he is not sure whether the changed Hao Mu is the person he is looking for.

Same face, same character, same identity background.

But not necessarily the same soul and memory.

Lu Zhaoheng didn't dare to ask, he was afraid of getting an answer he didn't want.

The former Hao Mu was his extravagant hope, but the current Hao Mu... is his hope.

He hopes that Hao Mu in this world is the person he wants, or can become the person he wants.

He selfishly uses the syndrome to bring people to himself, selfishly takes care of an "uncertain person" as if it were another human being.

He warned himself that intimacy should not cross the line, and deceived himself that the intimacy with this person came from the Alpha's instinct for omega in this world. He convinced himself that the physical desire he had for this person, this body, was because he brought him As that person in the real world, and the things he did to this person, because of the influence of pheromones, were the things he had to do to help him heal his syndrome.

He is selfish and kind to others, and he leaves room for everything, because he is afraid that his hopes will be shattered, even if it is only in case.

He insisted on his bottom line, absolutely not doing what shouldn't be done.

But now his bottom line was defeated one by one in the face of the surprising reality.

The feelings he had been suppressing all this time surged out as if he had found a breakthrough.

He looked at the person lying quietly in front of him, wishing he could tightly integrate him into his flesh and blood.

As if he had his own consciousness, his hand stroked Hao Mu's face lightly.

He lowered his head involuntarily, and a restrained and pious kiss landed on Hao Mu Guangjie's forehead, on the tip of his tall nose, paused for a moment on the top of his lips, and pressed it without hesitation.

It was the place he had longed for for an unknown amount of time, soft, warm, but a little dry.

He sucked it lightly, then sucked it again, his breathing gradually became unstable, and just when he couldn't help but want to go deeper, suddenly a gust of wind blew past him lightly, and a slap was not light or heavy on his face.

"..."

Hao Mu acted completely unconsciously, slapped like a cat jio with its sharp claws, a finger hit the corner of Lu Zhaoheng's eyes, slid down the bridge of the nose, rubbed against his lips, and landed on Lu Zhaoheng. On Heng's chest, he even pulled down the collar of his bathrobe.

Thanks to Hao Mu's rounded and neatly manicured nails, otherwise his slap would probably have slightly disfigured Actor Lu.

He hit someone without realizing it, the obstacle on his face was slapped away, he rubbed his red and moist lips that were sucked, turned his head slightly, and went back to sleep.

Lu Zhaoheng: "..."

Seeing him sleeping so soundly, Lu Zhaoheng couldn't bear to make trouble with him anymore.

He took the man's hand hanging from the neckline of his bathrobe and held it in his hand, sighing helplessly.

……

The next morning, Hao Mu woke up bored.

The genius had just dawned, he opened his eyes in a daze, and what he saw was a chest that looked strong and sexy, he was being hugged in someone's arms, an arm was heavy on his waist, and almost half of his body They were all pillowed on Lu Zhaoheng's shoulder, with one hand still hanging on Lu Zhaoheng's chest.

"..."

Hao Mu's eyes widened instantly.

Lying in a big slot!

His thoughts turned around on the two questions of what is the situation now and how he rolled into Lu Zhaoheng's arms, and finally stopped on the question of when Lu Zhaoheng came back.

It was twelve o'clock when he went to bed last night, and Lu Zhaoheng could only come back in the early morning. He still has to film today, so he didn't have much sleep time.

Thinking of this, Hao Mu stopped himself from breaking free from Lu Zhaoheng, and forced himself to calm down.

This has happened before, so it's no surprise.

It must be that he smelled Lu Zhaoheng's pheromone again and threw himself into his arms unconsciously.

...But they have never hugged so tightly before! !

He also reached out to touch Lu Zhaoheng's chest muscles...

Oh come on!Very hot!

He cautiously wanted to retract his hand, but he overestimated the depth of Lu Zhaoheng's sleep. He just curled up his fingers when the person above his head opened his eyes.

"..."

"..."

Hao Mu blinked and said, "Morning."

Lu Zhaoheng smiled and said, "Morning."

They looked at each other affectionately, and the air was filled with... embarrassment.

Hao Mu was the first to avoid his sight, his eyes dodging.

Lu Zhaoheng generously kissed him on the forehead and let him go.

The seat in front of him was empty, Hao Mu subconsciously said, "Are you going to the set so early?"

"Yes." Lu Zhaoheng said, "There is a scene at 06:30."

The other actors all lived in the crew, and he was the only one who came back to be lazy.

He sat on the edge of the bed, looked back at the person who sat up on the bed, and stretched out his hand to smooth the raised hair on his forehead: "It's still early, you sleep for a while, I'll be back at noon."

back again?

Hao Mu hadn't recovered from his sudden good morning kiss, when he heard him say it, he instantly remembered the scene where he was eating at the dining table wearing a wig, and his expression was complicated.

"How about... I'll go to the crew to find you at noon."

Just as Lu Zhaoheng put on his shoes, he paused when he got up, "Really?"

Hao Mu nodded.

It was originally for his business, how could you let others go back and forth?

Lu Zhaoheng bent his lips and said, "Then I'll wait for you."

"..."

Hao Mu nodded again.

Satisfied, Lu Zhaoheng went to wash up.

Hao Mu sat on the bed in a daze for a while.

This was a matter of course, but after Lu Zhaoheng's few words, it changed a little bit?

And... why did Lu Zhaoheng kiss his head just now?

……

The author has something to say: Baby Mu's reflex arc is a bit long orz~