Waiting Upon You

In the hotel where the crew stayed, a young man wearing sunglasses and a cross-body backpack appeared in the long and narrow corridor.

He looked very cautious, and every few steps he took, he pretended to be indifferent and looked around to make sure that there was no one behind him before continuing on, and he didn't stop until he reached the door of the room with 1603 written on it.After a few days of investigation, he has locked up that this is Ling Lang's room.

He is none other than the paparazzi who followed Ling Lang and Feng Hao that day, and he also broke the first scandal in the ten years since his debut as an actor.

This time, he got inside information and learned the real location where Ling Lang's new film was shot. The editor-in-chief allocated him a large amount of funds to get him here before the crew went to the island, and prepared an ambush first.

He originally wanted to be a respected detective, but he was forced to be a despised paparazzi for a living, but even then he had to do it differently.

If there is any difference in his way of thinking from other colleagues, the biggest difference is that other paparazzi are looking for and exposing scandals, but he assumes that there are scandals first, and then uses various means to prove his assumptions.

The paparazzi looked around vigilantly, and with a flick of his sleeve, a pair of pointed surgical tweezers appeared in his hand.

The tweezers were carefully inserted into the crack of the door hinge, and the paparazzi carefully took out an intact toothpick from it.

His eyes lit up, and the toothpick was not broken, which showed that his guess was correct, as Ling Lang did not come back last night.

But yesterday he saw Ling Lang go back to the hotel with his own eyes. If he didn't go back to his room, where would he sleep at night?The paparazzi's eyes drifted to room 1606, which is diagonally opposite the door.

Sensing that someone was coming, the paparazzi immediately pretended to have just come out of 1603, lowered his head and rummaged through his bag.

The person who came was the cleaner of the hotel, and when he saw the guests, he nodded politely and said hello to him.

"Do you need to clean it?" The room in 1603 has been hung on Do Not Disturb for several days, and it has never been cleaned.

The paparazzi looked back at the tag on the doorknob, not wanting to startle the scene, so he shook his head, "Not for now."

"Okay," the cleaning staff pushed the car past him, and the paparazzi stopped her as if suddenly remembering something, "Ah, by the way, where is the hotel's dry cleaning room?"

"If you need dry cleaning, just call the front desk."

"Oh no, it's like this. I seem to have left something important in my pocket. They just took away the clothes. I want to go over and find them quickly."

The cleaning staff nodded in understanding, "It's on the third floor of the hotel, just go out from the staff passageway and turn right."

The paparazzi went down to the third floor along the staff passage, and didn't go out immediately, but changed into the uniform of the hotel staff first, which was also one of the props he had prepared in advance.

He lowered his head and walked into the dry cleaning room. The people inside saw that someone had gone, but they didn't look carefully. They just thought they were here to pick up clothes. "Why did you come? They are all washed over there. Hurry up and send them up."

The paparazzi nodded, walked to the cubicle, quickly scanned through the clothes on the sixteenth floor, and accurately locked on the target he was looking for.

If I remember correctly, this is what Ling Lang wore when he went to the island.

He took the shirt off the hanger, and found the label inside, with four large numbers on it, 1606.

The corner of paparazzi's mouth curled slightly, but Ling Lang's clothes were sent from Feng Hao's room for dry cleaning.

Film king, film king, let me see how you explain this time.

The dry cleaning machine outside started to turn. Under the cover of the noise, the paparazzi took out the pocket camera, snapped it twice, and put the evidence into the memory card.

Ling Lang raised his head vigilantly when he heard two slaps, "There is someone."

Feng Hao also listened attentively, "Someone is knocking on the door."

Ling Lang wanted to struggle immediately, Feng Hao comforted him gently, "It's okay."

The door was opened a small gap, Ling Lang's manager had a sullen face.

"I just saw staff outside to deliver clothes."

Feng Hao took the clothes with a smile, "Thank you so much."

"Where's Ling Lang?" The manager poked his head inside.

Feng Hao turned to one side, blocking the view of the room, "Don't be so sensitive, the senior and I just made an appointment to recite the script together."

"You..." The manager just wanted to say that you should not mess around, but then he thought that these two people were already messing around, so he had to change his words angrily, "You are careful not to leave any clues, you know?"

Feng Hao smiled, "This is an island, no paparazzi would chase you so far, you are too nervous."

"Be careful sailing for thousands of years, let me tell you, Ling Lang has been in the past ten years..."

boom--

Before he finished his long speech, the door in front of him was mercilessly closed.

"……day."

Feng Hao pressed the do-not-disturb warning light, "Let me wait for a long time."

Ling Lang didn't say anything, his face turned pale.

Feng Hao picked up the script, "Which paragraph did you memorize just now? Ah, it's here."

He compared the script with his hand and read it word by word, "Why do you want to dig here?"

"From here, straight down, you can reach the sewer in Area C."

"There are iron gates in the sewer, we can't get through at all."

"The key to the iron gate is in the second compartment of the safe in the warden's office. The password is, L2, C8, M5, X4..."

"Wrong, it's X3," Feng Hao interrupted him briskly, "Senior made a mistake again."

A flash of panic flashed across Ling Lang's expression.

Feng Hao pretended he hadn't seen it, he bent down, and stuffed another bead into it, "Count it up, how many is this?"

"No," Ling Lang moaned and begged for mercy.

"Senior's mouth is never honest," Feng Hao sat back to his original position, "Ask it, do you like it?"

He lightly kicked Ling Lang's lower body with his toes, and the little brother nodded energetically.

"Hmm..." Ling Lang suppressed his voice.

"Senior, if you want to blame, blame yourself for not being familiar with the script," Feng Hao patted his head.

Ling Lang glanced at him dissatisfied, "How do you want me to concentrate like this?"

The movements of Feng Hao's hands stopped, and the smile that was always on the corner of his mouth disappeared, "If you talk back again, I will let you go to the set with it stuffed tomorrow."

Ling Lang immediately shut his mouth. After getting along for this period of time, he understood Feng Hao's habits more and more. On the surface, he smiled like an angel, but he could turn into a devil in a blink of an eye. As long as he can say it, he can definitely do it. .

Seeing that he was silent, Feng Hao smiled again, "You are so good, come, let me reward you."

He got up to get something from the box, Ling Lang bit his lower lip when he saw the shape.

"It seems that you know what they are for," Feng Hao carefully clamped the things in his hands to the bump on Ling Lang's chest, which soon became stiff due to the stimulation.

"It turns out that senior's here is so sensitive, then you will definitely like this," Feng Hao fiddled with the remote control, and the vibrating egg hanging under the clip immediately vibrated at a high frequency.

"Ah~~" Ling Lang finally couldn't help crying out.

"Do you like it?" Feng Hao asked again.

The sensitive areas of Ling Lang's chest and back court were stimulated at the same time, but the part that he wanted the most to be caressed was left aside, but his hands were locked behind him and he couldn't move. He was almost so sad that he was about to cry.

"Just say what you want, and I'll give it to you."

Ling Lang bit his lip and shook his head.

Feng Hao stared at him for a while, put on an expression of surrender, and said helplessly, "That's fine."

He lightly touched Ling Lang's bell mouth, and evenly spread the crystal liquid overflowing there to the entire front end, the sudden stimulation made Ling Lang tremble all over.

Feng Hao's fingers reached Ling Lang's mouth, "Open your mouth."

Ling Lang's lips subconsciously opened a small slit, Feng Hao took advantage of the situation to pry open his jaw, and forced his fingers into it, stirring wantonly in his mouth with a smell of fishy and salty.

Let the other party run amok for a while, Ling Lang suddenly bit down hard without any warning, Feng Hao's face remained the same, staring at him motionlessly, Ling Lang slowly loosened his teeth again under his gaze, unable to restrain himself suck it up.

"The tongue is very flexible," Feng Hao commented, took his fingers out of his mouth, wiped them with a tissue, and took out a pair of white gloves from the box to put them on.

"Senior has the right to remain silent," Feng Hao dragged Ling Lang onto the bed by his collar. Every time Ling Lang moved, the beads in the secret cave squeezed and collided, rubbing against his sensitive prostate. "Anyway, I have a I've been waiting all night for you to speak."

Feng Hao's index finger slowly brushed across Ling Lang's strong desire, and the delicate touch of the silk gloves made Ling Lang straighten up impatiently, as if he was asking for more.

His desire was clearly conveyed to Feng Hao, the hand rubbing his avatar seemed to contain magic power, and wherever he went, all the senses were magnified to infinite times, and he could trace the path of those fingers even with his eyes closed.

Hallucinations appeared in front of Ling Lang, as if he had been displaced into another time and space, surrounded by a dark tunnel, and he was running in the tunnel, the exit ahead was getting closer and closer to him, he was only one step away from reaching it That light, but there was an irresistible force that pulled him back into the darkness in an instant.

"No—" Ling Lang yelled uncontrollably, but Feng Hao didn't seem to hear it at all. His hands had already been removed from the opponent's genitals, and they were gently circling around the base of the thighs.

It took a long time for Ling Lang's breathing to calm down, and the lust in his eyes gradually faded, but Feng Hao's hand covered it again without anyone noticing it.

He easily aroused Ling Lang's desires, and he often ignored him at critical moments. Ling Lang didn't know how many times Feng Hao had tortured him repeatedly, as if he was enduring an endless torture.

When the other party's hands were removed from his scorching aura again, Ling Lang writhed uncontrollably, desperately trying to get rid of the shackles of his hands.

"Let me go! Let me go! Untie me, you bastard!" He snarled at Feng Hao almost angrily, but the man watched him contentedly struggling like a trapped animal, as if admiring a free Great show he directed.

Ling Lang exerted all his strength and couldn't break free, and finally stopped due to exhaustion. Feng Hao casually fiddled with the nipple clamp on his chest, and the tense string in Ling Lang's head finally snapped at this moment.

"I want, give it to me, please let me cum," Ling Lang almost cried and begged, as long as Feng Hao allowed him to release at this moment, he would agree to whatever he asked him to do.

"As long as you answer my question honestly," Feng Hao grabbed his genitals and began to fiddle with him in a leisurely manner, "Did you think of me when you did this yourself?"

"I..." Ling Lang subconsciously bit his lips again.

Feng Hao chuckled, and Ling Lang felt that the opponent's hand was about to withdraw from his body again. At that moment, all his restraint disappeared, and all his shame was wiped away. He screamed desperately, "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

That huge force pushed him out of the tunnel at once, and the light enveloped him in an instant. His whole body was bathed in holy white light. There were tiny luminous bodies dancing around him in slow motion, and dreamy sounds sounded in his ears. Ding dong sound, echoes everywhere.

Ling Lang raised his neck desperately, his pupils dilated, his heartbeat was so violent that it seemed to rush out of his body, and his hands and feet convulsed due to overstimulation.

After a while, he collapsed on the bed weakly, the vibrating egg clamped on his chest was still humming.

Feng Hao turned off the remote control and began to clean up Ling Lang meticulously. Ling Lang couldn't even move his little finger, so he could only close his eyes and let the other party manipulate his body.

He originally thought that Feng Hao would come in, but until Feng Hao untied his hand, he didn't see the other party's intentions in this regard.

These days, no matter how Feng Hao treated him, he never violated him. The only time he saw Feng Hao's body was on the set.

Besides, at any time, including sleeping, Feng Hao was always well-dressed, no matter how profligate Ling Lang behaved, he never showed the slightest impulsiveness, Ling Lang almost suspected that he was frigid.

"Don't you have any needs?" Ling Lang stared at his calm face and couldn't help asking.

Feng Hao glanced at him in surprise, "I'm a normal person, of course I also have desires." He cleaned up all the props and put them back in the safe, "But I don't want to force you, I will patiently wait until the day when the senior takes the initiative .”