predecessor evolution

Wen Huai was too lazy to tell Du Heqi about the popping beans, and asked Chang Xing to cover it up, but the middle of his forehead couldn't be covered.

"Forget it, let it be." Wen Huai looked in the mirror and said angrily, "Mu Jiaming looks young."

Chang Xing curled her lips, complaining in her heart: Not really...

The original shooting plan was revised because Wen Huai's face was injured. After the first scene in the morning was about to shoot the quarrel, Mu Jiaming went to school to find Yu Jing. It's a turning point, but Yu Jing's actions later put them on another track completely.

In this scene, the two have to express their emotions strongly and restrained. This kind of secret love makes Du Heqi feel very exciting.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class, and the students came out of the teaching building one after another.

The surroundings were very noisy, Mu Jiaming was standing by the flower bed outside the teaching building, and the orange-red sunset reflected his silhouette extraordinarily softly.He lowered his head and stared at his somewhat loose shoelaces, afraid of missing Yu Jing and being seen by Yu Jing.

It wasn't until the waiting person stood in front of him that Mu Jiaming raised his head. They looked at each other without saying a word.

A passing student greeted Yu Jing, sunny and full of vigor, just like Mu Jiaming a few years ago.

Yu Jing stood about half a meter away from him, against the light, so that Mu Jiaming couldn't see his expression clearly.

The crowd was almost gone, and the students after class at this time were all rushing to the cafeteria to replenish their energy, leaving only them and some people passing by.

Yu Jing approached slowly, and raised his hand to touch the Band-Aid on Mu Jiaming's face.

Mu Jiaming looked into his eyes and raised his hand, covering the back of Yu Jing's hand.

At that moment, both of their hearts beat faster, and the temperature of the palms slowly penetrated into the bottom of their hearts through the skin on the back of their hands. Du Heqi suddenly remembered the feeling when he was touched by Wen Huai a long time ago, gently, itchy, wanting more many.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and then withdrew his hand, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, his eyes seemed to have suddenly learned to ecstasy, he glanced at Mu Jiaming, turned and walked out of the school gate.

Mu Jiaming didn't speak, and didn't rush to ask him where he was going, but immediately followed him quickly, and followed him one meter away.

The setting sun elongated the shadows of the two people, and the expressionless shadows swept across the ground calmly, not at all as preoccupied as their master.

Yu Jing took Mu Jiaming to the express hotel outside the school, and it was only then that Mu Jiaming realized that the person in front of him was not Yu Jing, but his delicious "lover".

Yu Jing stood at the door swiping his card, and as the sound of the electronic lock sounded, Mu Jiaming pushed the person in, and before Yu Jing had time to react, he pushed the person against the wall.

According to the script, what follows is an intense sex scene.

However, the two who have never been NG finally uncontrollably forgot how to proceed next.

Du Heqi's back bumped against the wall, and there was a slight pain. I don't know whether it was intentional or not, but Wen Huai's leg was inserted between his legs.

They looked at each other, and there were too many emotions in their eyes that outsiders could not understand.

Bi Bo behind the camera was very excited. He was sighing while filming just now, and felt that God really gave him two very good actors. This is too exciting!

however……

"Cut!" Bi Bo waited for a long time but did not see the two continue, stuck in this action, as if the pause button was pressed, "What's wrong?"

The two in a daze finally regained their senses. Wen Huai coughed twice in embarrassment, stepped back half a step, stood up straight and said regretfully, "I forgot the words, I'm sorry."

"...But neither of you have any lines in this paragraph." Bi Bo was dumbfounded, his eyes were round and round when he spoke, and his face was full of bewilderment.

Du Heqi rubbed his neck and pulled his clothes. He was distracted just now and stared at Wen Huai, forgetting everything.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Chang Xing standing outside, and that kid was whispering to Guo Zhanyi excitedly.And that Guo Zhanyi, put on a look of watching the show, folded his hands on his chest, and smiled wretchedly.

Du Heqi always felt that he had guessed what they were talking about, so he made up an excuse to cover it up: "Sorry, I was distracted just now."

"Ah?" Bi Bo looked at Du Heqi again with question marks on his face.

Du Heqi turned his head and glanced at Chang Xing, who was staring at him with great interest, and suddenly burst into laughter, patted his thigh and said, "The pimple on his forehead is so delightful!"

Everyone present was silent, and Du Heqi's laughter echoed throughout the set.

Wen Huai twisted his mouth angrily, and silently shook his wrist and asked him, "Do you have any thoughts about my acne?"

"Acne? Hahahahahaha, big brother, stop making trouble! You're already in your seventies..." Du Heqi burst into tears, and felt sad when he smiled.

He cursed in his heart that he was worthless, and he couldn't bear it not long after the filming started.

"Okay, okay, don't laugh..." Bi Bo took out a tissue and gave it to Du Heqi, "Wipe your tears and prepare to continue."

The word "continue" made the two male protagonists become serious in an instant, and the inevitable sex scene really came this time.

Bipper stepped back behind the camera, giving the two of them a moment to develop their relationship.

Du Heqi and Wen Huai looked at each other with deep connotations.

Wen Huai stretched out his hand to hold Du Heqi's arm, gently pushed him against the wall, and then slowly leaned up, with his knees between Du Heqi's tightly closed legs.

"Scared?" he asked softly.

Du Heqi smiled strong and calmly: "Are you kidding me?"

Wen Huai moved forward again, and the upper bodies of the two of them were already stuck together, the tips of their noses touched, and Du Heqi closed his eyes.

Bi Bo had secretly turned on the camera a long time ago, staring intently at the scene that excited him.

Wen Huai forced his knees between Du Heqi's legs, and while holding the other's face, he gently rubbed his legs against his crotch.

Du Heqi's back was pressed against the wall, and only the coolness from there could remind him to keep calm.

His eyes were closed, but his other senses became more sensitive.

He could feel Wen Huai approaching, and the warm breath hit his face, stirring his nerves.

Those dishonest legs teased his body endlessly. Du Heqi swears that he has never been a person who pays attention to desires, but in front of Wen Huai, he can only disarm him.

Wen Huai kissed her, the first kiss after many years.

The moment his lips were pressed together, tears flowed from Du Heqi's eyes. He couldn't control himself. He began to think that maybe he should lose money and leave.

Wen Huai kept looking at him with his eyes open, and when he saw the teardrop rolling down the other's cheek, his heart almost stopped suddenly. He suddenly hugged Du Heqi into his arms, wrapped Du Heqi's lips in his mouth and kissed him deeply.

Lingering affection.

Wen Huai hugged him and walked towards the bed, and when he fell down together, he found that Du Heqi had already reacted.

Du Heqi felt that something was blocked in his heart, he couldn't enter the role at all, he couldn't treat himself as a scene, he raised his hand to touch it, and found that he didn't know when he was crying without any hope.

He stared at his tear-stained hands with rounded eyes in surprise, and froze there.

Seeing him like this, Wen Huai immediately pulled him up and hugged him in his arms, stroked Du Heqi's hair, then turned to Bi Bo and said, "I'm sorry, let's pause for a while."

Du Heqi was dragged into the bathroom by Wen Huai.

He sat on the toilet lid, head down, staring blankly at his lap.

Wen Huai leaned on the washstand and smoked, puffing out clouds and mist, full of melancholy.

He didn't expect Du Heqi to react so strongly, because from the beginning he felt that he must be the one who couldn't bear it first.

On the first day of filming, he couldn't get into the mood, and when he saw Du Heqi, he couldn't think of anything else.

It doesn't matter whether he is unprofessional or his acting skills are poor, in short, when facing Du Heqi, Wen Huai just wanted to be Wen Huai, and he only wanted to hug this person as Wen Huai.

Today, he was actually not in a good mood. When he kissed Du Heqi's lips, he wanted to swallow him directly, but the other party's sudden tears distracted him, otherwise he would have set up his tent early. up.

After smoking a cigarette, Wen Huai went over and squatted in front of Du Heqi, rubbing his face vigorously.

"What's the matter? Admit defeat?"

Du Heqi looked up at him and pulled out an ugly smile.

"Stop laughing, ugly." Wen Huai simply sat on the ground, crossed his legs, and looked at Du Heqi with a smile, "Why are you crying?"

Du Heqi also wanted to know why, until now he didn't know when he shed tears, and what the tears were for.

Seeing that he still didn't speak, Wen Huai became even more worried. He sighed and lit another cigarette: "Smoking?"

Du Heqi shook his head, but after Wen Huai took a sip himself, he reached out and snatched it.

"You, tell me what's good about you."

"Then don't say anything." Du Heqi took a deep puff on his cigarette, then pressed his palm to his forehead, and silenced again.

"I still have to say it." Wen Huai chuckled and stretched, "I lost."

"What?" Du Heqi looked up at him suspiciously.

Wen Huai pointed to his crotch, shrugged and said, "I'll be hard first."

When he looked at Wen Huai, Du Heqi felt that the most wrong decision he had ever made in his life was probably when he told him to break up. The man in front of him, after many years of breaking up, could take the initiative to admit defeat in order to save face for him. He can't even do it himself.

"Why are you..." Du Heqi didn't know what his expression was like, he was probably stupid.

Wen Huai looked at him and smiled, stood up, squatted in front of him, grabbed the burning cigarette in Du Heqi's hand and took a puff himself, then spit out the second-hand smoke all over the other's face.

Du Heqi frowned, and before he could complain, he was kissed.

His hands on his knees clenched into fists, and he slowly raised them, pushing away the man who was kissing him.