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Before Jiang Lu came to see Zhang Song for the second time, he dressed up specially.

The top is still a boring and ordinary white shirt, but the trousers have been replaced by the most fashionable jeans at that time. The upper half of the trousers tightly wraps around the thighs, and the lower half is getting fatter and fatter, covering half of the uppers of the shoes.

Zhang Song walked into the cubicle, pushed Jiang Lu to the corner, untied his belt without any explanation, and pulled down his jeans.

"stop!"

Shen Ge quickly moved his hands away, took a big step back guiltily and avoided suspicion, but he forgot what was behind him, and slammed into the wall of the cubicle hard, making a stupid muffled sound.

He made quite a fuss, startled Ling Jiale, who was secretly shy with her head down, took a moment to look at him while she was putting on her belt, and actually smiled teasingly and shyly.

Shen Ge was immediately taken aback.

"Shen Ge, come here!" Wang Xu shouted.

Shen Ge woke up like a dream, and ran over to listen to the director's lecture.

"I told you before, what role is Zhang Song in the sexual affairs between the two?" Wang Xu never felt embarrassed when talking about those explicit words.

Shen Ge blushed: "Guide..."

"So his action should be—"

Shen Ge is the kind of person with strong understanding, he has already guessed the second half of what he said halfway through.

"Active, strong..."

Wang Xu nodded in satisfaction, "That's right, be rude, pull down the panties together, to the end..."

Seeing Shen Ge's face becoming more and more red, he paused and said with a sneer, "As for it! It's not like there's nothing inside!"

That is, Ling Jiale is not naked inside, he is also wearing a "protection".

A small piece of strong and tight fabric protects the crotch, and is tied with a light flesh-colored thin rope, which goes around the sides of the crotch, and a strong dead button is tied behind the waist.

It's just a thong, light flesh-colored, tight, and tied with string, which is terribly tempting to wear by Ling Jiale's white, tender and well-proportioned body.

The shirt hung down softly, just to block the strings that might be worn through. Wang Xu personally carried the camera and bowed behind Shen Ge. From the bottom-up angle, the two sides of the full and well-proportioned thighs were illuminated.

Only Shen Ge can see the most alluring and shy part.

He squatted and knelt in front of Ling Jiale, with one knee on the ground, an inch away from the bridge of his nose was the pitiful lump of strong fabric stretched into a small hillock.

This layer of "protection" is obviously to protect Shen Ge - if it were replaced by two other male actors with open hearts, without this layer of protection, the scene would be very embarrassing, but they are Shen Ge and Ling Jiale.

Shen Ge was really thankful for Ling Jiale, without this layer of fabric, he couldn't even imagine what he would do.

He hugged Ling Jiale's thigh with one hand, and with selfish intentions, he wanted to cover him as much as possible in front of the camera, and he didn't want to show any extra inch of flesh to others.

He made a "support" motion in front of his face with his other hand, lowered his head and moved forward, subconsciously opened his mouth.

Ling Jia Le, who had been stiff ever since her pants were pulled down and her legs were exposed, suddenly moaned softly, so small that even the microphones above their heads might not be able to catch the movement, but Shen Ge heard it.

He raised his head in surprise, and saw that Ling Jiale's face was flushed, her two beautiful eyebrows were drawn into a crease impatiently, and she was looking down at herself with confusion in her eyes.

Shen Ge was so shocked by his expression that he almost forgot that he was still performing.

Ling Jiale gasped lightly, probably to remind him, raised one hand and inserted five fingers into his inch-long hair, and stroked his head twice as if stroking and convulsively.

The hand holding Ling Jiale's thigh suddenly came to life, the palm touched the slippery skin on the back of his thigh, and the other hand held his crotch. The crotch was covered, and the four fingertips sank into the soft flesh of his buttocks, which began to bulge.

Shen Ge lowered his head, fixed his eyes on one place, and moved back and forth.

Ling Jiale didn't dare to look at it anymore, she raised her head and leaned back softly, pawing the tiles behind her with both hands.

The part hidden behind the "protection" was about to move, unable to break free from the tight restraints, and only a small wet mark appeared on the light flesh-colored fabric.

Ling Jiale realized something, and panickedly pressed Shen Ge's head, refusing to let him move.

Shen Ge was also very surprised. Compared with the previous loss of control, he was really restrained this time, and he didn't touch his sensitive parts. The tip of his nose was also very measured, and he didn't touch him at all.

Shen Ge raised his head in surprise, and saw Ling Jiale's embarrassed and frightened expression.

In the blink of an eye, Shen Ge quickly made a decision.

He stood up, covered Ling Jiale firmly with his body, skipped a section of the performance, and said the following lines directly: "So sensitive... How long does it take to ejaculate once? Three days? Two days? Or tomorrow Do you want it again?"

They all thought that Wang Xu's camera would follow Shen Ge all the time, so Ling Jiale buried her face in Shen Ge's arms in shame.

However, Wang Xu's camera is actually facing down and turned [-] degrees to the side. Ling Jiale's bruised and purple knee is in the focus of the camera, and the skin above and below is snow-white.

That snow-white straight leg swayed lightly, swayed to Shen Ge's side, and made a bend, as if it was wrapped around Shen Ge's leg.

The piled jeans on the ankle moved accordingly, revealing the pure white underwear hidden inside.

Ling Jiale's nasally hummed lines came from outside the camera, "Tomorrow... I want to see you tomorrow, okay?"

Wang Xu did not pursue Shen Ge's responsibility for the unauthorized modification, and happily called it a day to call it a day.

Ling Jiale didn't wait for Shen Ge again, and strode out of the arena by herself. Shen Ge hesitated, neither did he chase, nor did he not chase.

After walking a few steps, Ling Jiale turned back to Xiao Li who was following him and said, "Follow him and go buy window screens." He pointed at Shen Ge.

Xiao Li was puzzled: "What screen window to buy?"

Ling Jiale made an impatient look: "It's our screen window, the other half of the screen window is also broken, you go buy it with him and come back to repair it." After speaking, he turned his head and left, taking a bigger step than before.

Xiao Li looked at Shen Ge wonderingly, "When did it break, I didn't find out."

Ling Jiale trotted all the way back to the dormitory, closed the door with a "bang", and locked it from the inside.

He sat on the bed and panted for a while, then got up and "swiped" and "swiped" twice and pulled down the curtains. The room suddenly became dark, and it seemed to be much cooler.

He kicked off his shoes and climbed onto his bed, kicked and kicked off his jeans, grabbed a pile of cool summer quilts to cover his body, and took off his underwear under the quilt.

He couldn't help biting his lips, even if he was alone, he felt embarrassed, lay down with a blushing face, stretched his hands behind his back, and straightened himself up to untie the knot behind his waist.

This "protection" was worn by himself. When he was wearing it, he was afraid that it would fall apart during the shooting, so it was tied very firmly. Now it will take a lot of effort to untie it.

He straightened up and untied for a long time, his waist was so tired that he didn't untie it, his lower body became more and more anxious, being imprisoned by the strong fabric, he was about to get angry, he propped up a tight little tent, and the thin slit embedded in the gap between his buttocks The rope was pulled into the gap between his buttocks, causing pain inside him.

Ling Jiale turned over and sat up, rummaging through boxes and cabinets looking for scissors, but couldn't find them no matter how hard she tried.

Right now he starts to miss Shen Ge, if Shen Ge is here...

He froze all over, then scolded himself for being a fool, stood up and grabbed the thin rope above his crotch and pulled it down, twisted left and right, and took off this unlucky "protection", and then slipped back into the quilt like a snake.

After only touching it a couple of times, I felt a special feeling, and my whole body was sweating profusely.

When Shen Ge asked him that sentence, he suddenly realized that it had been a long time since he... didn't have that, no wonder he couldn't help touching it.

He entered the state, and the music played in his head, "I just want to make...love to you."

The other hand is unconsciously holding his hipbone. His hand is much smaller. With his thumb stuck in front, the back four fingers cannot reach that far. If the four fingers move back, the front thumb cannot reach it again. Front.

He began to feel dissatisfied, and fumbled anxiously with both hands.

"...Jajia? Did you lock the door?"

Hot sweat turned into cold sweat, Ling Jiale quickly got up and put on his pants, shouting outside: "Wait!"

As soon as he made a sound, the sound almost broke, and his voice was very hoarse.

The people outside the door were still asking him, "What are you doing inside?"

The speaker was not interested in the listener, and Ling Jiale cleared his throat while buttoning his trousers, and preemptively said in a very impatient tone: "Sleep! I told you to buy window screens, and you came back to quarrel with me!"

The people outside the door hurriedly coaxed him: "Then you sleep a little longer? Shall I go find Brother Shen?"

Shen Ge... Ling Jiale paused for a moment on the hand covering the "criminal evidence", then spread the quilt, opened the window, poked a big hole on the screen window with his finger.

He opened the door for Xiao Li, and asked angrily, "Where's the screen window?"

"Brother Shen said that he can buy it by himself, and let me come back and clean up the house. He said our house is too messy."

Ling Jiale rolled her eyes, and went to the water room haughtily.

The tap water here seems to be drawn from the ground and is very cold.

The cool water flowed through his sensitive fingers, wrapping each of his fingers gently, so tender and delicate that it made people's hearts flutter.