The male god said he was straight

He Xiao went upstairs after finishing his cigarette.

Qi Xia was going to record a talk show at night, and there was a lot of turmoil for several days. At this time, he was holding the script and cramming.

Accustomed to being alone upstairs, Qi Xia put the folding chair on the balcony and half-lyed down. After meals, he always felt that the blood supply to the brain was insufficient, but he didn't even look at it at the moment, and he was drowsy.

As soon as He Xiao stepped on the floor of the second floor, Qi Xia woke up. He turned to look at him, "Finish?"

He Xiao hummed, and said, "What do you mean by that sentence? I think—"

Qi Xia said: "You think your body is upright?"

Qixia regretted it as soon as he finished speaking. Just now, the assistant mocked him for saying that he was not interested in Chu Yi because he thought he was upright, which was unbelievable.

So it's a little embarrassing to think about it now.

Qi Xia's face became hot and she didn't want to answer, but He Xiao stared at him with a very serious expression.

It was only then that he realized that He Xiao's Chinese was good, but he might not understand these online languages, so he was sincerely asking him for advice.

Qi Xia felt a sense of mission spontaneously, so he simply stood up, forcibly ignoring the sense of shame, and put all his energy into doing science popularization for international friends.

Afraid that his language expression was not clear enough, he also seriously sought help from the authority.

Seeing Qi Xia take out her phone slowly, turn to Baidu, with long eyelashes hanging down against the heavens, against a face of Tsinghua University that is so beautiful that it is not like a mortal, she typed in words one by one with her fingers: mouth, dislike, body, upright, straight.

He Xiao squinted at him for a long time, there was a buzzing noise in his ears, and he caught a glimpse of a flying insect flapping its wings quickly and circling the room, which was very unpleasant.

Reaching out to the white palm flower pot on the flower stand next to it, he picked out a small stone and flicked it into the air. With a "pop", the insect fluttered to the ground a few times and its wings stopped moving.

The world was quiet again, Qi Xia put his trouser pocket in one hand, and held his mobile phone in the other hand and read to him in rhythmic rhythms against the screen: "Referring to lying with your mouth, your physical behavior...

After reading it all the way, he said, "Do you understand?"

"Well," He Xiao bent down and rolled the worm into a ball with paper, and threw it into the trash can: "What do you want to do in the future, tell me in advance."

What he said was something similar to Red Coral, and it was difficult for Qi Xia to worry about it alone, but the listeners never responded.

Looking up, I saw Qi Xia's clear eyes slightly wide open looking at him in surprise, Qi Xia's eyes had hooks when he focused on people.

He Xiao's heart skipped a beat, but this time he didn't dare to count on it.

Sure enough, after a long time Qi Xia said, "Did you kill the bug just now?"

He Xiao: "..." Was that a few minutes ago?

So how long would it take for Qi Xia to react to his last sentence.

Fortunately, Qi Xia seemed to understand after a few hours. When he went to the TV station at night, He Xiao packed up and went to the garage to check the tires and engine first.

After everything was ready, he was just waiting for someone to come out. He Xiao walked a little further away and was about to light a cigarette when he saw Qi Xia striding towards this side with a clothing dust bag folded and arms bent in front of him.

Even before the assistant came out, he went all the way to He Xiao and saw He Xiao looking at him, Qi Xia looked a little uncomfortable, pressed his fist to his lips and coughed lightly, "Don't say it."

It was obviously something he was guarding secretly. He Xiao didn't understand what he wanted to do, but he still stretched out his hand, "I'll take it."

When Qi Xia handed him the things, she still looked at him warily.

He Xiao understood, and said helplessly, "I don't want to watch it."

But it's impossible not to look at it. Qi Xia seems to have the talent to increase the risk factor of any environment exponentially. He Xiao is really worried that there are some poisonous items in it that he doesn't know about.

Sitting in the car, the dust bag was pulled open, and inside was a set of men's underwear, except for the familiar color scheme, there was really nothing else.

When the car arrived at the TV station, He Xiao carried the things for Qi Xia. Qi Xia and the female assistant went upstairs and ran into a producer of a variety show and stopped to chat for a while. He Xiao was taken by the staff to see the lounge first.

He Xiao hung the dust bag on the hanger, first looked at the environment of the lounge, reached out and tapped on the makeup mirror, and scanned the changing room up and down for a while before feeling relieved.

Before Qi Xia and the female assistant came in, he put his hands into his pockets and thought of something to open the door and walk out of the small balcony.

As soon as He Xiao closed the balcony door, he saw the brightly lit lounge door open. Qi Xia glanced at the corridor and walked in lightly.

He Xiao stopped the cigarette in his hand and didn't rush to light it. Through a window, Qi Xia walked to the hanger and opened the dust bag, sighing.

It was dark outside and it was not easy for Qixia to see him, so He Xiao simply stood still.

At this time, Qi Xia took out the army green canvas shirt and overalls from the dust bag. This is a straight man's outfit that he carefully matched, inspired by his new bodyguard.

The assistant probably wouldn't allow him to wear that on stage, but he had his own way.

Qi Xia himself thinks it's okay to change his image to face the fans. He has been in the circle until now and finally relies on his acting skills. It doesn't matter if he occasionally shows his true colors on variety talk shows?It's not like he can't afford it.

The gay orchid embroidered style at the last reception was not comfortable anywhere on his body.

Taking out the clothes and putting them on the back of the chair, Qi Xia walked to the vanity mirror again, slowly took out a small rectangular piece from the pocket of his trousers, peeled off the tin foil and took a bite, sucking while lifting his chin, the chocolate in his hand Facing the silk shirt on his body, he scratched it down.

Through a window, seeing a dark brown mark on his snow-white shirt from shoulder to chest, He Xiao: "..."

He seemed to know that Qi Xia was going to make another strange move.

He Xiaoyan held it in his hand and squeezed it. Maybe no one would believe it. He had actually seen a lot of Qi Xia's movies. When he was ten years old, he stole his father's gun and went to the backyard to single-handedly fight at the base in the forest area in the outskirts of Cape Town. The wolf he kept was wounded all over.People here decided they couldn't let him grow up among a bunch of war fanatics, and wanted to take him away from his father, who had spent his life with guns and guns.

Convincing him also requires strategy. He and Wei Yangyang's mother brought many things related to normal children in peaceful times to see him, including a series of Chinese children's TV series and movies.

Of course he was born for fighting, and he didn't like these little things without wind and waves, but he was not coaxed in the end, and he still picked up these things after lying on the bed for a month. up.

In short, as a child star, Qi Xia was very prolific at that time, and he was always in every film, so He Xiao couldn't help not paying attention.

But when He Xiao was able to get up, he threw these things aside and didn't pay attention to them. He wasn't very interested in them at first, but he had already started to learn fighting and shooting that year.

Now it seems that times have changed, why does Qi Xia seem to have something stuck at that age?

But He Xiao didn't intend to go in, Qi Xia could do as he liked for such a thing that didn't hurt his muscles or bones, and he wouldn't even do it if he found it out.

He simply walked to the corner of the terrace behind the closed door and leaned against the wall, completely disappearing from the view of the lounge.Qi Xia didn't know how long it would take, so he took out his lighter and lit the cigarette.

But he overlooked one thing, he is facing the locker room now.

The dressing room is a round platform enclosed by a whole glass curtain wall, and a thick blackout cloth is hung along the window.

He Xiao took a puff of cigarette, and there was a big gap between the heavy fabric and the wall, and the light suddenly projected out.

He paused.

Just turning his head, his eyes passed through the gap, and it was an oblique picture of the dressing room.

And Qi Xia stood there tall and tall, with his back to him, almost the entire front was reflected from the mirror, Qi Xia's slender and clean fingers picked up the buckle of the belt.

The noise of the street under the high-rise building disappeared in an instant, and He Xiao seemed to be able to hear a "chuckle".

It was like the first note of a blurred movement was struck.

The lights in the outside lounge flickered a few times and then went out suddenly, the whole world suddenly merged into the deep darkness covered by the indigo sky, the dazzling bright yellow behind the curtain gap, just like a spotlight hitting the chaotic and dark stage.

The person in the middle of the stage slowly slipped the shirt buttons under his Adam's apple, and he unbuttoned them one by one, first the delicate collarbone, then the chest, the muscles were thin and firm, and the skin was as white as if carved from a piece of moist jade.

He Xiao's eyes gradually burned, what did the female assistant say today?

"He is a natural actor, his brilliance is all in front of the camera and on the stage..."

Yes, how attractive and beautiful, He Xiao's eyes are like a falcon locking its prey tightly, holding the cigarette with his thumb and forefinger and taking a sharp puff, which is the source of his desire.

And the shirt on Qi Xia's body has been taken off, and the entire beautiful and firm upper body is exposed to the air.

Stretched shoulders and firm waist, every inch of line and every centimeter of ups and downs are carefully crafted masterpieces. Through several mirrors, the side and front of the light and shadow are intertwined, blurred to intoxicating.

He Xiao took another puff of the cigarette in his hand, and he could even see clearly the two points on his white jade-like chest standing upright in the cool air.

It seems to have been touched, more like waiting for a caress.

The person under the light has already pulled down the zipper of his trousers, without realizing it, the blood-thumping eroticism is as innocent as a deer on the grassland being watched by a beast.

Yes, innocent.

"His mind is on the play, and he will inevitably neglect many things..."

So he watched, Qi Xia could continue his innocence.

On this hot, rainy evening, the air seemed to be sticky, and the whole world turned gray into nothingness. He Xiao's eyes always accurately captured the position of the person under the lamp.

He smoked heavily, but at a very slow speed. Following the rhythm of the man's movements, he seemed to be able to hear the panting of a beast.

"You have to judge for him and make decisions for him, but you can't question him face to face, you have to coax him, hold him, and watch him like a lover..."

He Xiao took another puff of his cigarette, and the strong smell of nicotine rushed into his lungs. Through a glass that wasn't too thick, Qi Xia finally had only the last piece of cloth left to cover his body.

Through a layer of fabric, the rounded arc is very attractive, and he seems to be able to hold it up.

In the darkness, the blue smoke exploded suddenly, and then rose again in front of the eyes. The stretched blue vines, echoing the virtual and the real, far and near, seemed to bind and imprison the seductive body under the lamp.

The slender and thin body, from the waist to the upturned buttocks, to the well-proportioned and straight long legs, every inch of the line is desire, and every bit of ups and downs makes He Xiao's muscles tense.

At last, He Xiao's eyes stopped on his delicate ankle... His hand is very big, isn't it the right size to hold it?

"You have to learn to control him..."

There was a burning pain on the skin sandwiched between the cigarettes, He Xiao's hand trembled lightly, and he squeezed out the cigarette end forcefully, his bloodshot eyes narrowed slightly and kept locking on Qi Xia, without leaving.

It was as if he was revisiting the fantasies of his youth, or the reality was worse than the dreams, he almost shot himself just by looking at it.

He Xiao supported the railing with both hands, and the muscles in his shoulders and arms contracted and tensed, almost pushing his shirt open.

In the sentence just now, the female assistant's original words were, "You have to learn to control his emotions."

The last two sentences are also the most important, and the female assistant said them very solemnly.

"Whether you are curvy or straight, don't be too close to him, and it's best not to even stare at him when it's not necessary."

"He is very afraid of the same sex, there is no solution."