before he became popular

This dire torment lasted for a long time.

After a long time, when Zhan Qing woke up from a nap, he was still not calm.

After a long time, a month later, when I lay next to him, listening to his breathing, it was still difficult to fall asleep.

Zhan Qing's steady breathing changed from a small hook to a pile of small hooks, and his mind was wrapped around him.

Even if you close your eyes, smell your breath, your nose is already familiar with his breath, and your limbs touch each other occasionally, you are already used to his slightly higher temperature.

Lu Manchen broke his hands and counted the time. This show has been filmed for almost a month and a half. The beating heart is not a perpetual motion machine. It should stop for a while, but the sound of thumping and throbbing from the chest did not stop at all. slow meaning.

Gently lifted Zhan Qingsleep's hand on his waist, which was in a daze, and put it back.

Lu Manchen could only think about other things.

He has read the script carefully, and there are many rivalries in the play. From the appearance to the end, there are many scenes of the two of them hanging out together.

In the one and a half months since the filming started, some intimate scenes between the two have already been filmed.Hugs and the like, they have stayed together for a long time, and the tacit understanding has naturally improved a lot, and they have acted for several times, and this is similar to the usual routine of filming romance scripts, let the hero and heroine kiss first, Bring up the sweet atmosphere and let the two get close.Although a certain amount of time has been given for the drama of their male protagonists to buffer, but such a show like holding hands and hugging, it still came soon after the start.

So much so that Lu Manchen could roughly measure how thin Zhan Qing's waist was, and how knuckles his hands were, he could trace them all on paper.

Stop and go, Lu Manchen closed and sticky to Zhan Qing's hand on his waist, and quickly interrupted his whimsical thoughts.

He still wants to be serious...

Otherwise I won't be able to sleep anymore...

The weather is getting hotter and hotter recently, wearing the costumes in the play, the back can turn into a small river of water.He has also acted in several costume dramas, but he has never been hotter than this summer.At this time, it was really uncomfortable to shoot the autumn and winter scenes.

But every day with sweat dripping from his temples, he is still very conscientious, without a single complaint, and the dedicated teacher Zhan really makes him speechless.

People who are better than him are still trying to persevere, how can he, a junior, have the intention of retreating.

Moreover, Mr. Zhan's appearance of sweating is really...

Glittering water droplets in the sun will fall along the ends of his temple hair, turning into a thin stream of water, dripping on the collarbone.

His fingertips always liked to rub the water stains into a mess, and it became greasy, and the skirt of the neck was stuck to it, and a piece of it was lost.

Lu Manchen's eyes are always glued to it, if there is any substance, it will definitely become between his ten fingertips, gently push away the wet sticky there, and let the wind dry him faster.

It won't always let his mind freeze on it like water stains, lingering on it...

In fact, he can't be blamed for this, after all, in some scenes, they are really close to each other, and occasionally the tip of his hair is lucky enough to rest on it, instead of his fingertips, to lightly tap on it.

And he didn't want to keep his eyes on it all the time, and often made the director stop.

It's just that his eyes always have their own thoughts, circling around his face, and he really can't help it.

He knows too well that he always likes to stare at Teacher Zhan, but he just can't control his gaze, and he can't stop his gaze.Sometimes I just wear sunglasses when I want to play.

He himself sometimes watched the replays in the camera, and felt that his gaze on Zhan Qing was too explicit, and he used his work to cover it up in the scene, but outside the scene, wouldn't he be abnormal if he stared at people like this.

He doesn't want to be a pervert!

Really!

Really want to buy sunglasses? !

Now all he needs is a blindfold...

"Ah! What should I do!" Lu Manchen scratched his hair, then remembered that he was still sleeping next to Zhan Qing, so he must not disturb him, so he could only touch the top of his hair twice to give up.

Helplessly murmured, "... What's so good about Zhan Qing?" After a while, he was fascinated again, "It's really pretty..."

Absolutely, Lu Manchen often feels ashamed because of his rich brain activities.

He likes to make colorful things so much, can he not use this brain? !

Zhan Qing's biological clock is always on time, no matter how soundly he slept before, he will wake up naturally at [-]:[-].

At this moment, he turned over slightly, his eyes moved slightly under the thin eyelids.

Lu Manchen, who was still struggling with the unhealthy thoughts in his head, hadn't noticed it yet.

Zhan Qing rested his face on his hand, and leaned against Lu Manchen for a while, and saw that he was in a daze, waved his hands in front of him and said, "Hey——what are you looking at? You woke up so soon?"

Lu Manchen suddenly came back to his senses, quickly restrained his expression, and said, "No, I didn't see anything."

Zhan Qing rolled his eyes and joked: "...What are you stuttering?...Could it be that you are admiring my beauty?"

After getting acquainted, Zhan Qing, who likes to play straight balls, only hits his forehead with dust.

Lu Manchen hurriedly shook his head, clearing up his suspicions: "No, no."

Not appreciating... just thinking about it...

The two simply cleaned up and went to the set to wait for the show.

There are not many scenes this afternoon, mainly in the evening, there is a scene of hanging Wia.

After the play in the afternoon, everyone went back to the hotel to recharge their batteries and prepare for the evening play.

……

"This night scene is a bit difficult." In the room, Zhan Qing took the script and read it again and again. The night scene around the fire was to torture him to death.In summer, heat the fire and heat it up.

He twiddled the script in his hand, chuckled, "I can't sleep anymore, go tease me."

After turning off the light in the room, Zhan Qing went straight downstairs.

"Boom boom boom!"

Zhan Qing knocked on the door, and soon, there was a sound of kicking and tapping at the door, and the door opened.

Zhan Qing stood at the door, and all eyes in the room were focused on him at once. Seeing that it was Zhan Qing, everyone inside stood up and greeted him warmly.

The director was there, the screenwriter was there, and the little assistant who was invisible during the day was also there.

Co-authored with him to find other people's fun, but someone else made fun of him.

Lu Manchen, who was sitting on the sofa in a serious manner, immediately poured Zhan Qing a glass of water and handed it over, looking at him in surprise: "Here it is..."

What he said was coming was originally a question, but his voice was weaker at the last word, as if he had already discussed that he would come.

For no reason, the atmosphere became inexplicably strange.

Zhan Qing lowered his eyes and lowered his head to take a sip.

Leaning on the sofa, he said, "Why are you here?"

"Hmm..." the director rubbed his sore eyelids, "Man Chen is still not sure about this scene, and I hope we can provide some advice."

The assistant on the side was clever, and quickly added: "The director is being modest, I hope you can give us more pointers."

"Didn't look for me?" Zhan Qing squinted and looked at the light above his head, "Aren't you looking for me?"

Hearing this, the director and screenwriter raised their eyebrows: "It's almost the same, what are you talking about? We're going to see how the preparations for the evening show are going."

For a while, only Lu Manchen, Zhan Qing and the assistant were left in the room.

The little assistant silently prepared things and rushed out the door, leaving only the two of them behind.

The atmosphere was momentarily made a bit dark and stale.

It is simply inexplicable.

Lu Manchen sat on the sofa politely, added another cup of tea to Zhan Qing, and said softly, "Teacher Zhan, what's the matter?"

Zhan Qingmo smiled for a while: "It's something."

"Secretly find the director and screenwriter to give you some advice? Could it be that the play is going to be changed? I came at a bad time!"

Lu Manchen immediately shook his head: "No, no." He swallowed, "I, I just have a few small details that I don't understand very well."

Zhan Qing looked at Lu Manchen's pitiful appearance, and said, "Then why didn't you look for me? Afraid of me?"

"No, no." Lu Manchen shook his head, "It's because you have a night show later, I'm afraid it will delay your rest..."

"...What's the hesitation here? Even if you come to me, you are playing against me, and you can ask the two teachers to ask, but there is no need to bother the two teachers because of such a trivial matter!" Zhan Qing relaxed Some voices said, "If you have any questions, tell me."

"..." After hesitating for a while, Lu Manchen said, "It's been resolved, I understand how to deal with it."

Zhan Qing squinted at him: "Can't you tell me?"

Zhan Qing didn't want to press every step of the way, but Lu Manchen's hesitant appearance really made his heart itch, he really had to know!

"..." Lu Manchen helped his forehead helplessly, and thought for a while, "It's the scene where I was alone with you by the river... You were injured, didn't you..." He stopped for a while to stop Stopping the train that was about to run again in his head, he swallowed his saliva and collected himself, "Also... was bitten to the neck by a snake..."

"Huh? Is this the development? What's the matter? You still want to drink poisoned blood for me."

Ah, that's why, if he talked, he would just kiss his neck!

What if he couldn't control it and he sucked... what? ! ! !

Lu Manchen went crazy.

Sticking out the tip of his tongue and licking his dry lips, he took a deep breath and calmed down, "Can we borrow a seat? Or directly..."

Hearing that he was struggling with this, Zhan Qing laughed lightly.

"That's it? You don't discuss with your opponent, but ponder with the two teachers here?" Zhan Qing deliberately lowered his voice to tease him, causing his tone to become lingering.He took a sip of his tea, and said slowly, "Say it yourself, do you want to borrow a seat, or do you want to talk directly?"

Talk! ! !

Lu Manchen sighed inexplicably, did Zhan Qing know what he was talking about, was he so frank? !

Lu Manchen hesitated and said, "Borrow...borrow?"

Zhan Qing muffled a laugh: "Don't you dare take advantage of me?"

"..." Lu Manchen looked at the overjoyed Zhan Qing, "..."

Terrible, just let him be poisoned to death.

There is no such intentional shame.

"Okay, just don't think about it anymore, I'll go up to catch up on sleep first, and the filming will start later." Saying that, Zhan Qing patted his ass and left.

As soon as Zhan Qing left, Lu Manchen was left alone in the room. He moved to the sofa next to him, where there was still warmth. He looked at the time, and said without hesitation: "Shut up! He sucked ten or eight!"

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he was shocked by the bold words that lingered in his ears.

Lu Manchen looked at the suddenly empty room, he wanted to give himself a hammer, why was he struggling with this, and even invited the director and screenwriter over with great fanfare.

Lu Manchen scratched his hair, drank from the teacup in his hand, the mouth of the cup was a little too big, and half of it spilled on his skirt, slowly wiped the water with paper, he was dazzled by the light above his head squinted.

It's over, I'm so shy.

You don't really like Zhan Qing, do you? !

He just admires his beauty every time!

He would like to stare at a pretty flower when he sees it, but...why is he hesitant to talk about such an intimate scene!

Damn stuff! ! !

Throwing the script aside, no longer reading the colorful annotations, lying sideways on the sofa, closing your eyes and resting your mind.

Back upstairs, Zhan Qing fell asleep without falling asleep as he said. He picked up the script that he had been holding in his hand, and opened to tonight's scene, "Sucking poisonous blood? It's quite exciting to watch." He used to do this kind of scenes for others, but this time he doesn't have to taste the food coloring, it's too sweet!"