The king of the wind and the clouds does not see the king

They should be thankful that the next day's scene is scheduled for the afternoon, at least Zhan Luyao thinks so. When he wakes up the next morning, his limbs are sore and limp, lying on the bed and not wanting to move. For the first time, he believes the rumor that sex|love can lose weight.

Because this is really more tiring than him filming, appearing on shows, or even practicing boxing!

Therefore, out of another meaning of interpretation, Zhan Luyao felt more and more that he could not be in a lower position in the future.

Han Yue wasn't there, so Zhan Luyao moved around on the bed for a while. After his body got used to it, he reached for the nightgown next to him, put it on, and walked out of the bedroom.

The aroma of breakfast came from the first floor, Zhan Luyao followed the aroma to the living room, the sound of the washing machine rolling came from the balcony, Han Yue was busy making breakfast in the kitchen - after the satisfying sex∣love, there will be free domestic help It can't be said that this is a satisfactory transaction...

No, it should not be said to be a transaction, but...

"woke up?"

The inquiry from the kitchen interrupted Zhan Luyao's thoughts. He walked over and saw that ham and fried eggs had been put on the table, milk was boiling on the gas, and Han Yue was frying toast bread with butter on the outside. A layer of bright golden brown was fried in the oil pan.

Han Yue doesn't know how to eat such greasy things, so breakfast is specially made for him, which makes Zhan Luyao couldn't help sighing the benefits of going to bed. When Han Yue first moved in, he didn't serve him as hard as he does now. Even if you make breakfast, it's still a lettuce salad or a salad, which doesn't fill your stomach at all.

Seeing Han Yue's performance, Zhan Luyao's mood became better, and he took the initiative to hug him from behind, and said with a smile, "You are so virtuous."

Han Yue's body froze slightly, feeling his subtle changes, Zhan Luyao was a little bored, let go of his hand, and asked deliberately: "Regret?"

Han Yue turned his head to look at him strangely. After resting, Han Yue returned to his usual indifferent appearance. He was wearing an off-white cotton pajamas. His eyes were quiet and deep, with a refreshing texture. He was used to his black-toned clothes. , Zhan Luyao's eyes lit up with such an attire.

Ignoring Han Yue's gaze, Zhan Luyao lazily leaned on the opposite bar, tightened the front of the nightgown to the sides, fiddled with the belt, and said: "We are all adults, it is understandable to vent properly when there is a need, If you're just playing around, I'm fine with it."

Han Yue's face became ugly. He turned off the gas, walked up to Zhan Luyao and stared at him. Before Zhan Luyao could speak, he lowered his head and kissed him. The sudden movement did not give Zhan Luyao a chance to resist.

Zhan Luyao reached out to push him away, but Han Yue got angry, ignored his resistance, bit his lip and exchanged tongue∣kiss with him.

Feeling his unhappiness, Zhan Luyao wanted to laugh a little, he didn't refuse anymore, instead he wrapped his hands around Han Yue's waist, and the two leaned against the bar counter to exchange passionate kisses, it took Han Yue a long time to back away.

The lower lip was a little sore, Zhan Luyao reached out and touched the corner of the lip, giggling.

"When did you become so overbearing?"

The smile was not contagious to Han Yue, he said seriously with a straight face, "I'm not playing."

"What is that? A relationship?"

This time Han Yue stopped talking, and turned around to pour the milk. Zhan Luyao found it even more amusing to cover up his behavior, and leaned over and said, "Your skills are good, tell me the truth, have you never done it with others before?"

"No."

"Really?"

Han Yue turned to look at him, maintained his usual indifferent expression, and said calmly, "One, I don't need to lie to you; two, you should clean up and eat breakfast."

Well, it's all like this, can he give me a smile?

If Zhan Luyao was dissatisfied with such a relationship, it was that Han Yue seemed to be two completely opposite people in bed and off, so he had no choice but to raise his hand and surrender.

"Okay, I choose to believe you."

Although Han Yue didn't answer his question directly, he thought it was a relationship, at least for him, if it was just for fun, he wouldn't choose his younger brother.

Zhan Luyao overestimated his physique. They overdid it that night, and after several days of overloaded location shooting, he, who had never been sick, unexpectedly caught a cold.

To make matters worse, the director of a certain scene was always dissatisfied, so Zhan Luyao had to take turns filming in the high temperature and ice room environment. It got worse, and suddenly started to have a high fever in the middle of the night.

In order not to hold back, Zhan Luyao didn't follow Han Yue's advice to let him rest, and went directly to the set after receiving the anti-fever injection. Zhong Kui helped him prepare a heat-reducing sticker. During the break, he took one and stuck it on his head. On, so repeatedly, he just finished filming his own scenes smoothly.

Zhan Luyao's health improved a little the next day, and the next few scenes were filmed indoors, so he didn't have to work as hard as the previous few days. The building where the scene was shot had a lot of empty rooms, so the director chose one for him. As a lounge, so that he can take a break between filming.

The high fever in summer is not easy to come down. One of the reasons is that the ambient temperature fluctuates from time to time. The same is true for Zhan Luyao. After the filming of that scene, he felt top-heavy and sweated profusely on his forehead.

Zhong Kui saw that Zhan Luyao's face was ugly, and when the director called out, he ran forward and handed warm water and heat-reducing stickers to Zhan Luyao. Zhan Luyao didn't want to drink water, so he just took the heat-reducing stickers and went to the empty room rest.

The drama manager was preparing tables and chairs in the room. After Zhan Luyao entered, he closed the door and threw himself on the chair.Because of the high fever, he didn't sleep well last night. He was very sleepy, but he couldn't fall asleep when he closed his eyes. He put one arm on his forehead, feeling dizzy in his head and screaming for pain all over his body. After sitting down, I don't want to stand up again.

There was a knock on the door outside, and Zhan Luyao heard it, but he didn't bother to respond. Soon the door was pushed open and closed again, and someone came to him.

"You didn't eat at noon, and you didn't take medicine. It's hard to recover from your illness."

It was Han Yue's voice, and Zhan Luyao kept putting his arms on his forehead and moaned: "If I can beat someone now, I will kick you downstairs."

"This is the sixth floor, I will die."

"I'm dying now."

Zhan Luyao doesn't know what it feels like to be dying, but he thinks it's not far from his current situation.

After being patted on the cheek, Han Yue reprimanded: "No nonsense."

Obviously it was you who said 'death' first.

If it wasn't too uncomfortable, Zhan Luyao would definitely refute, but all he can do now is listen.

"If you don't have an appetite to eat, drink more water, otherwise you will feel more uncomfortable if you lack water."

Han Yue handed him the water glass, but Zhan Luyao turned his head away, "No!"

This action is very similar to Zhan Luyao's appearance when he was sick when he was a child. Although Han Yue felt distressed seeing him suffering from illness, he couldn't help being funny.

"You were so self-willed when you were sick when you were young." After a pause, Han Yue said again: "Although you are also very willful when you are not sick."

"I don't even look at who caused my illness." Finally unable to hold back, Zhan Luyao retorted with narrowed eyes.

Because of the fever, Zhan Luyao's pupils were a little red, and his voice was not as clear as usual, and his weak appearance was somewhat similar to that of a cat. Han Yue liked it, but he was more worried. Thinking of the indulgence that night Feeling |, he felt guilty and said, "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

Zhan Luyao chuckled, squinted his eyes halfway, and asked, "Am I ugly now?"

"Yes."

Hearing this answer, Zhan Luyao sighed. He hid here because he didn't want outsiders to see him in a bad state, but he didn't mind being seen by Han Yue, because the two grew up together. Han Yue also knew about it.

"But no matter what you look like, I like it."

"uh-huh."

"Don't hold on if you're uncomfortable. It's not good to shoot a movie in this state. I'll go talk to the director and let you go back first."

"It's fine, just rest for a while."