Waiting Upon You

"BINGO," Feng Hao replied with a smile, "Then let's start with," he took the razor and gestured between Ling Lang's parted legs, "start trimming the eyebrows."

"Oh, by the way," Feng Hao took out the remote control and turned off the vibrating egg in Ling Lang's body, "I don't need it for the time being."

He fetched a wet towel, put it under Ling Lang's body, and sprayed a circle of shaving foam skillfully.

The moment the sharp blade touched Ling Lang's skin, Ling Lang shivered all over.

"What's the matter?" Feng Hao kept the initial posture without moving, which gave Ling Lang the illusion that he would cut it off at any time, "Shouldn't you be more experienced in this kind of thing? Don't forget, it was the first time I saw it It was so clean and beautiful when it was done.”

Feng Hao's first knife has been shaved off, "Didn't you also do this kind of preparatory work when you put on a chastity lock in order not to leave trouble in front of me?"

Although Feng Hao said so, but doing this kind of dangerous thing by others and doing it by yourself are completely two completely different feelings. Ling Lang feels that he is always walking on the edge of danger. This kind of fear makes his lower body excited all the time. There are signs of temporary weakness.

"That's right," Feng Hao praised his reaction, "It's more convenient for me to operate."

He carefully cleaned the hair on Ling Lang's crotch. After each shave, he carefully wiped off the mixture of hair and foam with a towel. In a short while, Ling Lang's left half was shaved.

Ling Lang's worries did not diminish because of this, almost every man who uses a razor will have the experience of scratching his face with his backhand when shaving the left side because he is used to his right hand. Hao switched the razor from his right hand to his left. This action made Ling Lang break out in cold sweat, and his lower body completely went limp.

Feng Hao smiled, ignored his reaction, and continued to do homework with his left hand.

"You have to believe that I won't hurt you, although I know it's hard to overcome the subconscious fear."

Ling Lang found that he was as proficient in holding the knife with his left hand as he was with his right hand. He used the razor subduedly, and it was completely cut against his skin, not too much, not too little.

"If I do something dangerous to you, it must be based on what I have practiced hundreds of times."

"You practice on others?"

Feng Hao smiled and shook his head, "You think too much."

"...you practice on yourself?"

"Hahahaha," Feng Hao laughed heartily, "It's said that you think too much."

He stopped laughing, his eyes still crescent-shaped, "I just practiced shaving with my left hand for two years."

Ling Lang couldn't believe it, "Just to do this?"

Feng Hao pursed his lips, "Remove the word "Ji."

Ling Lang was distracted by the conversation, and by the time he noticed, Feng Hao had already completed eighty-nine points, and was patiently dealing with the fish that slipped through the net that was not easy to reach in the corner.

He now believes that Feng Hao will not hurt himself by mistake, but after the fear disappears, the suppressed desire rebounds more strongly, and his body responds uncontrollably, especially after seeing his naked lower body, the sense of shame makes him feel sick. This feeling came even stronger.

"Your body is so sensitive that I am surprised," Feng Hao praised, "Fortunately, it's over, otherwise it would really add a lot of difficulty to my work."

He wiped off the last bit of foam with a towel, Ling Lang was as clean as a newborn baby at the moment.

"Does it hurt?" Feng Hao's fingertips slowly touched down from the groin.

Ling Lang nodded, although it was not obvious, but he still felt the burning pain after shaving.

"After trimming the eyebrows, what's the second step?"

Ling Lang thought for a while, "Isolation?"

"You are very experienced." Feng Hao removed the towel under Ling Lang, took out a blue bottle from his cosmetic bag, and squeezed some transparent viscous liquid out of it.

"The purpose of the isolation is mainly to protect the skin from being damaged by cosmetics." He pressed the liquid in the palm of his hand directly to the triangle area, and Ling Lang was so cold that he took a breath, "It's the same here."

Feng Hao's hands began to rotate gently in the triangle area, the hot feeling quickly eased, and the coolness stimulated his nerve endings, allowing the brain to more clearly accept the stimulation from below.

After all the shaved areas had been touched, Feng Hao's hand went straight to Ling Lang's avatar again, and filled his fiery desire with the cold and smooth liquid. Ling Lang wanted to escape because of the cold touch, but also Because of the tempting caress he wanted to cater to, his movements were slow and his fingers were nimble, Ling Lang almost drowned in his tenderness.

"Don't..." Feeling the tenderness suddenly leave him, Ling Lang couldn't help calling out.

"It's still too early for the end," Feng Hao teased him, "Isolation is the beginning of makeup, do you remember the next step?"

Ling Lang recalled the makeup artist's steps, "Foundation."

"The answer is correct," as soon as the words were pronounced, a hot sensation covered Ling Lang's organs, and the sudden stimulation caused Ling Lang to exclaim. The strong contrast between cold and hot caused the temperature to be even higher than usual.

Feng Hao's movements changed from the gentleness just now, and became like a violent storm. The hand holding the opponent's avatar began to move rapidly. Ling Lang felt that his lower body was burning, almost melting.

He couldn't restrain himself from moaning loudly, and his pleasure escalated in a straight line, seeing that he was about to climb to the other side of heaven under the leadership of the other party.

Feng Hao stopped almost immediately before Ling Lang reached the critical point. Ling Lang was like riding a roller coaster and was about to reach the top when suddenly there was a power outage, and he slid backwards again. He almost cried, "Don't stop!"

Feng Hao turned a deaf ear and stood aside calmly, waiting for Ling Lang to calm himself down.

Ling Lang gasped for a long time, his mind gradually regained clarity, and then he realized that the bottle in Feng Hao's hand had been changed at some point, and it looked the same as the one just now, but the color was red.

Feng Hao confirmed that Ling Lang had returned to the ground, put the bottle in his hand back into the cosmetic bag, and when he pulled out his hand again, there were two pens with similar appearance between his fingers.

He took off the cap of the first pen, and Ling Lang took a closer look, it was an ordinary eyebrow pencil.

"Originally, I wasn't very interested in this kind of thing," Feng Hao said with a smile, "But I don't know why, but when I saw your body, I had the urge to do so."

He bent down and vigorously wrote the word Tian between Ling Lang's crotch.

"To me, you are my God."

He added a day on top of the sky to form a character Hao, "But I belong to Ritian."

Ling Lang was speechless, Feng Hao put away the eyebrow pencil, and laughed at himself, "Making a mark to declare ownership is more like something that elementary school students would do, a bit naive."

He continued, "However, tattoos and piercings are the things I'm most opposed to, so you don't have to worry about me doing permanent damage to your body, I like a natural body and don't want any artificial marks on it. "

He raised his eyes, "So, I don't allow you to do any harm to your body."

"Okay," he threw back the brow pencil easily, "how are you feeling now?"

Ling Lang was still angry that he didn't release him just now, "I don't feel anything."

Feng Hao nodded, "That's right, next..."

He took off the cap of the other pen, "The eyebrow drawing is over, it's time for the eyeliner."

"what--"

Ling Lang watched helplessly as he inserted the nib into his bell, moved his thumb, and an electric current instantly passed through his body. The feeling was indescribable, and he yelled uncontrollably.

"The power of this thing is very weak," Feng Hao waited for him to breathe for a while before opening his mouth, "but it seems that it is enough for your sensitive body."

He pressed the switch again, Ling Lang raised his head desperately, his muscles tensed, the electric current was transmitted to the nerve endings through the mouth of the bell, and there seemed to be electric balls crackling in every capillary, after the current disappeared, All ten fingertips were terribly numb.

"Don't feel it yet? Let's do it again." For the third time, Ling Lang's genitals trembled violently, like a precursor to ejaculation, and his breathing also stagnated. There were fine beads of sweat, and his eyes stared straight at Feng Hao in front of him, even his pupils dilated.

This state of stillness lasted for several seconds, and he seemed to be drained of all strength in an instant, his head drooped weakly, and his shoulders collapsed. If it wasn't for the handcuffs, he would almost fall from the chair to the ground.

Feng Hao's voice full of laughter sounded, "Are you still saying that you don't feel it?"

Ling Lang still lowered his head and shook it almost invisibly.

"That's good, it means my makeup skills are not that bad," Feng Hao pulled out the pen, and a stream of transparent liquid flowed out immediately, wetting a large area of ​​the chair.

"If it's natural makeup, it's almost done at this step," Feng Hao continued flipping through the makeup bag, "Mascara...you don't have eyelashes now, eye shadow..." He glanced at Ling Lang's state, "It can also be omitted, why not just..."

He took out a large powder brush, "Just paint it."

Ling Lang was going crazy, "Stop, stop."

The movements of Feng Hao's hands didn't decrease at all, "Isn't it good?"

Ling Lang couldn't help wanting to laugh, "It's so itchy."

"But I think this is very good," Feng Hao teased his desire, and occasionally scratched his thigh. Ling Lang desperately dodged, but the range of body movement was extremely limited, and the soft end of the brush brushed Lower body, itching all the way to the heart.

"At least," Feng Hao finally stopped, "I can see you smiling when not filming."

The smile was still on Ling Lang's face, he looked at Feng Hao with sparkling eyes.

"In ancient times, there were concubines who didn't like to laugh, and the emperor didn't hesitate to use beacon fire to tease the princes," Feng Hao joked, "My concubine didn't like to laugh, but I can do it with a piece of whitewash."

Ling Lang was so teased by him that he wanted to laugh even more, and tried to hold back, his lips were pressed into a line.

"I almost forgot," Feng Hao switched on the remote control again, "the last step, lipstick."

He pinched Ling Lang's chin, pulled down the chain of his trousers, and put the things under his crotch in, "Now, reward your makeup artist."

Ling Lang wholeheartedly paid for the makeup, until Feng Hao handed him the invoice.

After receiving the reward, Feng Hao poured the makeup remover essential oil into his palm and rubbed it to warm it up. This time, he finally didn't stop halfway, and completely removed Ling Lang's makeup, and the lotion he got was reapplied in the name of skin care products. To Ling Lang.

This day Ling Lang was still mixed into the bathroom by Feng Hao, Feng Hao activated the massage function of the bathtub, and Ling Lang's whole body was relaxed.

"I know you are tired, but today's daily training cannot be cancelled."

Ling Lang was very depressed, "I've been expanding for a whole day."

Feng Hao shook his head with a smile, "One size is one size, task is task, training is training, don't get confused."

Ling Lang had no choice but to go back to his training room after taking a bath, but found a row of calendar-like grids on the wall, and a small red flower was stuck on the first grid.

"What is this?" Ling Lang was puzzled.

"This is to record your daily training... Have you ever been to work and clocked in?"

Ling Lang was at a loss.

"Have you ever played games and done daily routines?"

Ling Lang is like listening to the scriptures from heaven.

Feng Hao had no choice but to ask, "Have you ever been to Jinjiang and read V articles?"

Ling Lang nodded half-understanding, "It seems to have happened before."

"That's it. Every time you finish training for a day, stick a little red flower on it. Yesterday's me has already glued it for you."

He walked over and glued the little red flower on the second grid, "This is for today, and I will help you glue it in advance."

Ling Lang looked at the 31 grids in total, and suddenly said, "Will there be a reward after getting a whole row?"

Feng Hao denied, "That's a trick used by kindergartens to coax children. In my case, it's just the opposite."

He turned back with a smile, "If you break for a day, you will be punished."