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Sure enough, there was a large bed in the room. The mattress was thick and the bedding was made of high-grade materials, but it had been messed up and spread into a ball on the bed.

Then there won't be anything left by the two before, right?While Ling Jiale disliked it, she was surprised that she could still spare her thoughts to think about it.

He saw the appearance of the two people in front of him just now, his face was flushed, he didn't even dare to look at them, he followed the director's assistant and left with his head down.

Cameras and lighting equipment are fixed around the bed, a camera is also hung from the ceiling above, and a portable camera is placed on the bedside table.

It was hotter inside than outside, Ling Jiale finally couldn't take it anymore, and while Wang Xu went to check the equipment, he raised his hand and took off the unlucky sweater.

He didn't look for a hanger, and directly put the sweater on the armrest of the sofa against the wall. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Wang Xu lowering his head to fiddle with the equipment, and then put his hand under the slightly long hair on the back of his neck to wipe away the hot sweat from the back of his neck.

He felt that his hair was full of sweat, so he inserted his fingers into his hair again, and stroked it gently from the root to the tip. After doing this a few times, he felt a little refreshed on the back of his neck. When he turned his head again, he couldn't help but froze. .

Both Wang Xu and Shen Ge looked at their side, their eyes were strangely synchronized.

Ling Jiale subconsciously looked down at himself. The white shirt he was wearing was a casual style, made of pure cotton and thin fabric.The advantage of this material is that it is soft and breathable, and it is not hot to wear. The disadvantage is that it becomes semi-permeable when it is wet, and you can see the inside.

He just broke out in sweat, the cloth was sticking to his chest, and when he lowered his head, he could see the light flesh-colored and two touches of pink under the clothes.He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, he grabbed the collar and pulled it forward, then hung his hands slightly cautiously by his side.

Wang Xu and Shen Ge looked at each other tacitly at this moment.

Ling Jiale didn't like this feeling, everyone had a tacit understanding, it seemed that there was some kind of connection, but he was excluded, which made him look more like a fool.

It turned out that it was Shen Ge who broke the weird calm in the room, "Director, I want to move this thing away, it's a bit in the way." He pointed to the bedside stool wrapped in dark brown leather and said.

This person didn't seem to be afraid of Wang Xu's majesty at all, and he spoke freely, even casually, unlike the restraint shown by others in front of Wang Xu.

Wang Xu seemed to be very tolerant towards him, glanced at the stool, and said casually, "Move it."

Shen Ge bent down and dragged the bench to the sofa with both hands. The muscles on his arms were bulging, full of masculine strength.

Ling Jiale is a regular guest on variety shows, and immediately realized that this person was deliberately expressing himself.He has seen this kind of person a lot, so he ran over to "help" when he was busy.

The two "worked together" to move the stool at the end of the bed to the side of the sofa. Ling Jiale knew that she hadn't done much, but Shen Ge smiled heartily at him after straightening up.

"Ms. Ling has dancing skills, right?" Wang Xu asked suddenly.

"It's good for Director Wang to call me Jale. I used to be the dance director of the group Mr. Goody, and I'm good at KPOP." He was too nervous, and said the words that he used to say in variety shows.

"Don't dance now?"

Ling Jiale shook her head, "I won't dance anymore, I've been filming for the past few years."

When he was 17, Mr. Goody was formed, and when he was 20, Mr. Goody was disbanded.In those four years, whether it was the group or himself, there had been constant searches. He was surprised that Wang Xu didn't know about it.

"Before your group, did you learn other dances?"

Ling Jiale understood, probably because she was in good shape and was noticed by the director.

"I have been dancing ballet from the age of five to 16." He has danced ballet for 11 years, and when he talked about this age, there was a pride in his tone that he didn't realize.

"Ballet?" Wang Xu frowned critically, and shifted his gaze to his feet, "Aren't the feet out of shape?"

Shen Ge looked at Ling Jiale in surprise. Compared with his exaggerated reaction as an outsider, the person concerned was only slightly taken aback, and then explained in a good voice: "Dancing ballet does not necessarily deform the feet. Choose the right shoes and the correct posture. can avoid-"

"Can I take a look?"

Ling Jiale pursed her lower lip, "Yes."

He sat on the sofa behind him. The pair of sneakers were low top. His feet were thin, so he could take them off without untying the laces.

Wearing white boat socks on his feet, two bare insteps were exposed after taking off his shoes. Subconsciously, he thought the carpet was dirty, so he stood on tiptoe and only touched the ground with his toes, bending over to put the shoes neatly beside the sofa.

He raised his head and saw Wang Xu's eyelids drooping slightly, his gaze fell on his feet, "Socks." His tone was colder than before, as if he thought he was hypocritical.

Ling Jiale hurriedly bent down to take off her socks, and at the same time put her feet together and stretched forward, subconsciously doing the movement of pressing the insteps of her feet when she danced ballet before, and the feet and toes formed a smooth and beautiful arch.

He is very cooperative in action, or dedicated, but he is not unconscious in his heart.His eyes were lowered, and his mouth was slightly pursed, but he was just being patient.

He has long understood that an artist is nothing more than a commodity—to be bought, sold, used, admired, and evaluated.

But Wang Xu's evaluation time is too long.Ling Jiale waited and waited, and finally couldn't help but glance at him, only to realize that Wang Xu wasn't actually looking at his feet.

It turned out that he had been staring at his face, still with a harsh and scrutinizing gaze.

The hairs all over Ling Jiale's body were about to stand on end, but Wang Xu suddenly smiled, and turned to ask the side: "What do you think?"

It was only at this moment that Ling Jiale realized that Shen Ge was standing far away, and had been turning sideways without looking this way. After being called by Wang Xu, he turned his head and quickly glanced at his feet.

"Very good...director." His tone was very stiff, and he was no longer as comfortable in front of a great director as before.

"Is it pretty?" Wang Xu didn't care, and continued to ask.

That Shen Ge seemed to be a normal person, he didn't like to stare at other people's feet, his expression became even uglier when asked by Wang Xu.

"Shen Ge, tell me what you think, are Teacher Ling's feet beautiful? You have to look carefully, you may film together in the future, tell me what you think about his body."

With great reluctance, Shen Ge turned his eyes back to Ling Jiale's feet again.

The skin is fair, there are no scars, the bones are well-proportioned, and the color and shape of the nails are also healthy and beautiful.The only thing that might be considered a shortcoming is that the light blue blood vessels on the insteps are more obvious, which is the trace left by dancing all the year round.

"Very beautiful." Two seconds later, Shen Ge replied bluntly, and at the same time, not wanting to look too much for a second, he looked away at the director.

Satisfied, Wang Xu nodded with a smile, "Okay, let's start."

Ling Jiale lowered his head to put on his socks and shoes, and his drooping hair blocked his face. Under such cover, his lips trembled violently.

The few messages from Chen Yan were throbbing in his mind:

Don't you bother after so many times?

Let's break up.

Ling Jiale suddenly had a bold idea, what would happen if he walked out of this room directly at this time?

"Don't worry." A sonorous and powerful voice suddenly sounded very close.

Ling Jiale was startled, and looked up to see Shen Ge's handsome and sharp face.

The moment their eyes met, both of them were taken aback.

Shen Ge put a hand on his shoulder tentatively, and the scorching heat immediately spread through the clothes to the skin.

"Don't be afraid, it's all here, don't think so much."

Come here.Don't think too much about it.

Is this a line?

At the edge of the field of vision, Wang Xu came over with the camera on his shoulders, and the black lens pointed directly at the faces of the two of them.

Seeing that Ling Jiale didn't object, Shen Ge stood up slightly, getting closer and closer, and finally stretched out his arms hesitantly to embrace him.

Ling Jiale reluctantly turned her face away.

He fell backward passively, desperately recalling the few lines on those two pages, but his mind was empty.

It seems that the world is only left with the blazing body temperature around the body that does not belong to him, and the oppressive clamp.

He lay dizzy on the sofa with a man on top of him.He closed his eyes impatiently, unable to remember anything.