Rebirth of the Long Night Starlight

Li Zhen focused on the picture on the camera, and the light spots danced in his eyes, like tiny fire clusters, "Extend the camera and slow down the rhythm. Yes, slower."

The whole naked back almost takes up the entire shot, the lines of the muscles seem to breathe with their own life, when they are tense, they are tense, and when they are relaxed, they are as quiet as a mountain. Under the caress of the long lens, the unrevealed eroticism, like a cheongsam, makes one's throat tighten.

"stop."

Li Zhen's voice was like a sharp knife tearing through the silky silence of the scene. Everyone turned their heads instinctively. After all, the first scene was such a voluptuous scene. Although it was not possible to go into battle naked like a real tertiary film, Li Zhen had ordered from the very beginning not to use substitutes. All bed scenes and nudity Luke is all genuine goods at a fair price, and they are guaranteed to be exchanged if they are fake.

Feng Yeshu's dressing style has been known for being conservative since his debut.If not, Brand B, which had a slightly abstinent style at the beginning, would not have directly named him as an endorsement.But in fact, those who are familiar with the inside story know it well: it is clearly the adult above the head who is reluctant.

Earlier, Meng Yanchi and Lin Tianwang had gossiped about this issue.Lin Tianwang showed a sly smile, and there seemed to be more than one fox tail swaying happily behind him, "What's so difficult to understand, if I am, I can't bear it~ No one wants his man's naked body to be seen by others— —Even if it looks like my man."

Feng Yeshu's steady progress all the way, and the young master's one-hearted selfishness are naturally inseparable.Sometimes the son really spoils him too much, and Lin Suyu can't help shouting: "This is too partial! There are three thousand people in the harem, and three thousand pets don't bring such a thing!" When the young master heard this, he just laughed it off and didn't deny it. Naturally, all kinds of rumors spread wildly, and they have never faded to this day.

But Meng Yanchi knows better than anyone else that the relationship between Feng Yeshu and Young Master Ping...has nothing to do with the tabloid reporter's extravagant imagination.

The love of the son is like a crown of thorns, and what comes with the supreme glory is the price of blood and tears.When he was still Cheng Xu, I don’t know how many times he watched Feng Yeshu almost fainted from exhaustion during the high-intensity training, and was isolated and excluded by other people who were training at the same time. .Every time Meng Yanchi thinks of these scenes, Meng Yanchi's respect for Ji Feiyang spontaneously arises—Feng Yeshu's strong will is considered extraordinary, and three years of training still made him shed a layer of skin.I don't know what kind of steel and iron frame Ji Feiyang is able to wear the son with a love as heavy as iron shoes for years and years, and he is willing to love it.

Sometimes Meng Yanchi even had such an illusion: Feng Yeshu could not be Ji Feiyang copied by the young master by using some advanced technology... If not, it would be hard to explain the young master's strength against Feng Yeshu on the one hand. On the other hand, he never showed any personal feelings towards Feng Yeshu.

Who can guess the young master's thoughts?

Meng Yanchi shook his head, drove out the messy thoughts, and forced himself not to look at Feng Yeshu's basically naked body lying in front of him, scratching his head and crawling off the bed Stopped, "Director Li, is it my problem?"

"Why don't you look at him?" Li Zhen's words hit the point, and Meng Yanchi didn't know how to answer, "I watched all the shots, but you completely avoided all eye contact, why?"

Meng Yanchi's words got stuck in his throat, and he turned around twice before saying, "I...didn't notice it myself."

Under Li Zhen's direct gaze, Meng Yanchi could hardly lift his head.Li Zhen has a pair of upturned phoenix-tailed eyes. Although the erosion of the years has left some traces, as long as you close your eyes and think about it for a while, you can think of how captivating those eyes were when they were painted with powder makeup.Even now, Fengshuang has not rubbed away the lacquer-like pupil color, which seems to reflect the deepest thoughts of the other party.

"Su Mohe didn't fall in love with Qu Zhengyang at this time, but he couldn't help being attracted to him." Li Zhen's tone was light, but there was no look of teasing on his face, "Before meeting Qu Zhengyang, Su Mohe Mo He can be regarded as the most inferior male prostitute, and the clients he encounters every day are unbearable. And Qu Zhengyang... is naturally different from others. Xiao Meng, do you understand what I mean?"

Meng Yanchi was silent, how could he not understand?When he was still Cheng Xu, he was engaged in a hopeless job, and the appearance of Feng Yeshu, like the starlight in the dark night, ignited everything in him, but now he only needs to take a look at Feng Yeshu , I'm afraid that I can no longer suppress the feelings in my heart.

"This may be a bit difficult for you." Li Zhen took out the mobile phone from his pocket and shone the smooth mirror on his face, "Xiao Meng, you have a lovely face, I believe you must be surrounded by many people. Like you man, it should be a great challenge for you to understand the mood of a male whore living in despair. But sorry, I never lower the standard. Now, take a good look, in this film , Your appearance looks like this."

Su Mohe in the mirror has a sickly yellow complexion, freckles like stains that cannot be erased, and his whole body is like a shriveled peach pit lacking nutrition.

Meng Yanchi smiled wryly in his heart. It's not that he didn't want to show Su Mohe's mentality. In his previous life, Cheng Xu, who had played a whole life of tricks, had no appearance and character and was not considered superior, was tailor-made for this kind of mentality, " Director Li, I'm sorry, I know what's wrong with me."

Li Zhen seemed to smile, returned to his seat, and signaled to the staff: Come again.

Little MB took off his clothes almost trembling.

Qu Zhengyang sat naked on the edge of the bed, not minding the small MB's scrutinizing eyes at all.He felt his body get excited instinctively when he saw the mottled scars on little MB's body.There were circular scalds, whip marks where the nails were torn, and many bruises that were unknown.Most importantly, Qu Zhengyang saw a needle hole in his thigh vein.

Maybe it was forced, maybe it was voluntary.But with the meager income of a small MB, I can't afford high-end goods.

Qu Zhengyang could almost watch his life passing by faster than time, and it was so fragile that it would be wiped out with just a slight pinch.

Little MB kept cursing himself in his heart, shaking something, it was really useless.He tremblingly took off his clothes, turned sideways to lick and suck the man's Adam's apple very flatteringly, trying to tease the man's lust as usual, and his fingers trembled slightly to touch the man's back back.The man in front of him with dark brows and thick eyes gave him a sense of oppression for some reason, as if he could see through everything he did and couldn't hide it—even if it was his clumsy teasing, it seemed Neither does anything.

"Continue." Qu Zhengyang frowned.This little MB's stupid look is a bit funny, much better than the smile he squeezed out.For some reason, Qu Zhengyang felt that the two of them were like a chick that had fallen into the paws of a leopard. Because they couldn't resist, they even forgot to be afraid.

Little MB misunderstood what he meant, stood on tiptoe, stretched out his little tongue and continued to lick his Adam's apple.

It’s not the erotic licking that is full of skills by this veteran, but like a kitten that is not yet an adult, tastes the first mouthful of milk, greedy and cautious, because the milk teeth have not yet grown, even biting is painful Itchy, it seems that as long as you threaten it a little, it will disappear in a flash.

Qu Zhengyang couldn't help reaching out to touch his hair, it turned out to be surprisingly easy to touch.The rough and yellowish-looking hairs slipped away from the fingertips smoothly.At that moment, Qu Zhengyang had the illusion that he was really petting a cat.

A scarred, but still immature kitten.

In the blind corner of the camera, Feng Yeshu secretly grasped the sheet under the quilt.

Feng Yeshu could hear the sound of blood speeding up in his veins.Meng Yanchi's expression was shrinking, as if he mustered up all his courage to beg him, this kind of cautiousness even gave him a feeling of worship, Feng Yeshu clearly felt that his body was losing control bit by bit.

Instinct was crushing his will, just like a big wave was constantly pounding on the dam, and it was about to collapse.

Images of Meng Yanchi quickly played back in his mind, the boy who almost committed suicide, the immature Huaichun, unsightly photos... He has seen all kinds of Meng Yanchi, and he knows that in Under this seemingly docile young man's body, there is an uncompromising soul like Cheng Xu.But, why on earth is he—even if it's acting—his eyes are burning with ecstasy because of his extreme humbleness, as if a cultist is kissing his god.

Looking at Feng Yeshu's half-naked body, Meng Yanchi felt that his face was going to burn through the foundation. Feng Yeshu's body was thin but strong. For some reason, he suddenly thought of Lin Suyu's tune. Xi Shiheng's words, "Ah Heng, Ah Heng~~ Don't think that my figure is not good, in fact, I am very attractive when I take off my clothes~"

Feng Yeshu's figure has obviously been exercised, and the proportions are excellent. Even when Meng Yanchi took off his clothes and crawled over, he felt that he was trembling, not intentionally, but because he really didn't know what to do. The mood was almost exactly the same as that of Su Mohe who was at a loss.

Even if he raised his eyes and looked at the half-naked man sitting on the edge of the bed, his heart would be beating wildly and making a fuss, even if he acted, he would lose his sense of proportion.

He cautiously stepped forward to tease him, controlling himself not to be seduced by his beauty to the point of losing control—in fact, when he saw Feng Yeshu's black eyes that were as dark as the dark night, Meng Yanchi I felt like I was hallucinating.

His tight bare back, beautiful six-pack abs, and warm skin, even his thin lips, looked extraordinarily provocative.

A man's Adam's apple is the deadly part, but it is also the best provocative range. Meng Yanchi has never done such a thing to a person, but during the filming, he licked and kissed Feng Yeshu's Adam's Apple, fingers twitching across his chest and back, trying to find the spot that would drive the man the most.

Little MB has had many customers, but only this man made him not know what to do, tease or caress, men are as calm as a mountain, just like the waves on the sea level, even the turbulent waves are hidden without any trace.

He gritted his teeth and made up his mind that if he didn't please this man, he might not get the money, and if he didn't get the money, he would be hungry tomorrow.He rolled over and sat on the man's thigh, hooked the man's neck, kissed up from the Adam's apple all the way, lightly bit on his collarbone, licked and made a lewd sound of water, tongue head It slipped to the man's cochlea, and the small sharp teeth gnawed on his earlobe, as if a small animal was trying to curry favor with its master.

"Owner……"

He flattered him in a low voice, and stretched out his hand to hold the man's penis.