Xiaoyuji and big stars

With the support of his elbows, Jiang Lin turned himself over, lay down next to Shen Mingyu, and stroked his eyebrows with his thumb.

Shen Mingyu's eyes seemed to be fixed on his face, eager and straightforward, which made him a little overwhelmed.He lowered his eyelashes, settled his mind, sighed almost inaudibly, and said, "It's true that I'm too deep into the drama, I didn't lie to you."

Shen Mingyu didn't say anything, didn't look away, and still looked straight at Jiang Lin, as if he was determined to wait for what he had to say next.

"Director Gu... has been kind to me. After you left, it was difficult for me to get into the play. I always brought real emotions into the characters, which slowed down the progress of the crew." Jiang Lin still lowered his eyelids, moving his hands He stopped, lightly covered Shen Mingyu's eyebrows with his fingertips, and slowly explained: "This film... Director Gu said at the beginning that he hoped to win an award. If I am not in good condition alone, it will affect the entire crew , I would be very sorry."

"Is that so?" Probably because he had been looking at Jiang Lin with his eyes wide open just now, and forgot to blink for a while, Shen Mingyu blinked twice quickly at this moment, his eyes were not as sharp as before, but seemed to be tainted with confusion.

"Well," Jiang Lin nodded, thought for a while, and buried his head in Shen Mingyu's neck, his voice sounded a bit muffled: "Also... the emotions in the play are somewhat similar to my previous relationship. "

Jiang Lin turned his head to the side, and the tip of his nose touched the skin on Shen Mingyu's neck: "Do you want to listen? I can tell you."

Just as Shen Mingyu was about to nod, he suddenly remembered the previous conversation with Xiao Zhu:

"You can't be as heartless as that one!"

—— "Was Jiang Lin's previous relationship miserable?"

——"Miserable? It seems to be quite tragic."

Thinking of Jiang Lin's depressed mood for more than a month, it should be as I guessed before, Jiang Lin... must have been let down.

Many people probably don't want to bring up this kind of emotional experience...Shen Mingyu felt Jiang Lin's breath sweeping over his neck lightly and shallowly. The breath was a little warm, as if it could reach the apex of his heart. The hanging heart was restored to its original position, beating in an orderly manner one after another.

He raised his chin, rubbed against Jiang Lin's soft hair, clenched the hand in his palm again, looked at the hair on Jiang Lin's head and said, "In the future...can you tell me about it later?" ?”

"Well," Jiang Lin nodded, pulled the palm out of Shen Mingyu's, wrapped his arms around Shen Mingyu's neck, squeezed his ear bones, and said with a wry smile: "Actually, it's been a long time, and I almost forgot about it." Oh, I didn't expect acting to be brought up again this time."

He moved his head a little, moved it up, met Shen Mingyu's eyes, and then explained: "It has nothing to do with the person before, but I just revisited that emotion again. I'm sorry, I always feel that this reason is not easy to say." , I haven’t explained it to you for so long, are you frightened?”

"A little bit," Shen Mingyu nodded, with a difficult and shy smile: "I thought..."

"Huh?" Jiang Lin saw that he stopped, and uttered a syllable from his throat, waiting for his next words.

Unexpectedly, Shen Mingyu stopped talking, just stared at Jiang Lin and smiled, looking a little embarrassed.

"Think I don't want you?" Jiang Lin saw that he was like a frightened little rabbit just now, but now he regained his composure and smirked at himself again, so he followed his words and asked.

"Guess." Shen Mingyu seemed to have made up his mind not to go on, and actually took out the omnipotent response "guess" Dafa, and threw the question out again.

"Don't guess," Jiang Lin gently covered Shen Mingyu's eyes with his hand, felt Shen Mingyu's eyelashes trembling slightly, and there seemed to be a butterfly flapping its wings in his palm, and he put his lips next to Shen Mingyu's ear: "I don't want to part with it."

"What are you reluctant to part with?" Shen Mingyu asked knowingly, his eyes were covered and he didn't dodge, only looking at the mottled light through Jiang Lin's fingers.

"Guess." Jiang Lin didn't answer directly, and threw the question to Shen Mingyu.He lifted his body up and put all his weight on Shen Mingyu's body, and took the other hand over to cover Shen Mingyu's eyes.

Now, Shen Mingyu's eyes were completely dark, and he could only see a little light coming from the bridge of his nose. He moved his body restlessly, blinked his eyes a few times, and felt that the tip of his nose was kissed gently, and then his lips were kissed. Come to the wet and hot touch, carefully licking the seam of his lips.

He couldn't help but stick out the tip of his tongue to touch the hot and humid place, Jiang Lin didn't dodge, and pried open his jaw, wiped every tooth of Shen Mingyu, and entangled the sweet tongue again .

Shen Mingyu wrapped his arms around Jiang Lin's waist, and felt that Jiang Lin was a little thinner than before.He was not willing to let go of the ring, his hands were crossed and hooked together, Jiang Lin's whole body was pressed against him, but he didn't feel heavy, he only felt a sense of satisfaction in his heart, afraid that the person in front of him would run away if he let go open.

The chest carried the weight of Jiang Lin, and the tip of his tongue was entangled inextricably. Shen Mingyu was kissed to the point of lack of oxygen, his brain seemed to be emptied, and all the brain cells were turned into powder, so he could only respond to Jiang Lin passively.There was darkness in front of him, and other senses became more sensitive. Shen Mingyu's consciousness was all concentrated on the tip of his tongue, and he could only feel waves of pleasure spreading from the tip of his tongue to his fingers, and then to his limbs.

After a long time, Jiang Lin let go of Shen Mingyu contentedly. Seeing the little guy in front of him blushing on his cheeks and panting rapidly, he moved his hands away from Shen Mingyu's eyes, watching him being stimulated by the incandescent light for a moment. Squinting up, I feel that the more I look at it, the more I like it.

He put both hands on the bed, lifted his upper body slightly, looked at Shen Mingyu's slightly squinted eyes and slightly dazed eyes, and asked, "Did you eat candy just now?"

"Can you taste it?" Shen Mingyu opened his eyes a little wider, "Eating candy will give you inspiration when writing a manuscript."

"It's so sweet." Jiang Lin leaned over and pecked his lips again, "Try whether the other places are sweet or not." After saying that, she put her hand into Shen Mingyu's clothes, trying to go up along the waistline.

Shen Mingyu turned his body to avoid the lustful palm, and whispered: "I want to take a bath..."

Jiang Lin's palm paused, looked at Shen Mingyu for a while, and said, "Wait a minute, I'll drain the water." Then he propped himself up and jumped out of bed.

Shen Mingyu was lying on the bed in the same position that he had just been lying on his back, and the touch of Jiang Lingang's palm still remained on his waist. He stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked his lower lip, and bent his eyes into crescents facing the ceiling, wishing he could run to the bathroom and talk to him. Jiang Lin released the water together.

There was the sound of splashing water in the bathroom, and Shen Mingyu felt as if his heart was soaking in a puddle of 37-degree hot water, filled with happiness and full.

After a while, the sound of water stopped, followed by the sound of Jiang Lin's footsteps gradually approaching, he ran to the side of the bed and raised the corners of his mouth at Shen Mingyu, and before the person on the bed could react, he bent down and put his whole body on Hug up: "Okay."

Shen Mingyu was completely immersed in the feeling of fullness just now, but in the blink of an eye, he had already vacated, and now his face was completely red, and he wanted to get down.

"Don't move," Jiang Lin hugged the dishonest little guy tightly in his arms, "If you move again, you will fall."

Shen Mingyu was still unwilling to settle down, thinking about it, he was reluctant to jump directly, so he could only symbolically struggle a few times to express his protest, and seeing that Jiang Lin had lost a lot of weight these days, he was afraid that too much movement would make him more strenuous, He gave up even the symbolic struggle, put his arms around Jiang Lin's neck and asked, "Is it heavy?"

Jiang Lin lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead, tilted his head and thought for a while, looked at Shen Mingyu and said with a smile: "My own person is not too heavy."