I swapped bodies with my rival [Entertainment]

Pei Huan's body froze suddenly, he was at a loss, his only thought was to leave quickly.

"Sorry, I……"

Zhu Yang was not impatient at all, he carefully comforted his lips with his lips, "Kissing can promote the secretion of dopamine, this is a normal sensation."

Pei Huan's guilt felt better.

Zhu Yang finally kissed the corner of his mouth, took off his coat, and tied it around his waist with his own hands, "I'll wait for you on the set."

Pei Huan hummed in a low voice.

He understood what it meant.

After Zhu Yang disappeared, Pei Huan leaned against the wall weakly, and stretched out his hand to block part of the light in front of his eyes, with his hot cheek under his arm.

Why is he kissing Zhu Yang again?

But now he has no time to take care of it, because there are more difficult problems to be solved.

He dodges into the toilet.

Press down the sliding button of the partition, and then untie Zhu Yang's clothes tied around his waist and hang them on the hooks on the wall.

When the desire is relieved in half.

Footsteps and chatter could be heard from outside the partition.

He suppressed himself, biting his lower lip to keep himself from making a sound.

The body trembled uncontrollably.

Then the door was pushed hard, "Hey, there is someone."

"Don't be particular about it, just go out and solve it casually in the small woods."

Hearing the sound of footsteps walking away, Pei Huancai relaxed a little.

He rolled his Adam's apple with his head up, buried his head in the coat hanging on the wall, and the cool and cold smell of pine wood in the snow surrounded him.

Finally, the frequency in the hand also climbed to the peak.

Pei Huan's eyes were red and his mouth was slightly open.

Finally recovering from the bouts of stamina, he saw the accidentally stained coat in his hand from his blurred vision.

His face was hot for a while.

When Pei Huan returned to the set, he walked in front of Zhu Yang very unnaturally, and whispered, "Senior, I accidentally stained your clothes..."

Zhu Yang looked up at him.

Pei Huan was nervous and guilty, "But don't worry, I will clean it and return it to you soon."

"No need." Zhu Yang held the script in his hand and said, "You can just give it to me, I'm not used to letting others do my laundry for me."

Pei Huan quickly said, "No way!"

Zhu Yang glanced over his unnatural expression with a slightly cold gaze, then turned his head and said to the worker standing beside him, "Go and tell the screenwriter about the clip I just said."

"Okay." The staff left after finishing speaking.

Only then did Zhu Yang turn his attention back to him, "Did you do something bad?"

Pei Huan stared at his toes without saying a word.

"Since you don't want to talk, give me back the clothes." Zhu Yang said.

Pei Huan said: "Really not..."

Zhu Yang said: "Why not?"

Pei Huan's eyelashes fluttered up and down, and there was a thin layer of mist in his eyes, and he whispered the story to Zhu Yang's ear.

Of course, he didn't dare to say that he vented it by smelling his clothes.

Pei Huan closed his eyes, "I'm sorry." He was ready to bear Zhu Yang's reprimand.

Yet a hand fell on his shoulder.

Zhu Yang's voice was neither soft nor heavy, "Just return the clothes to me when they are clean."

Pei Huan opened his eyes blankly, "Don't you blame me?"

Zhu Yang said, "I also reacted to you, it's normal."

There was an undisguised confusion on Pei Huan's face.

Zhu Yang did treat him too...so is this a normal sex between them?

Zhu Yang lowered his eyelids to block the depth of his eyes.

As long as you are willing, I want you to play wild on me.

"Xiao Pei is back?" Director Wen walked up to the two of them, and said with a smile, "Zhu Yang, can you help tell the play?"

He saw that the two were chatting, and the conflict should be resolved.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Yang refused immediately, "You know, I never teach people how to act."

Director Wen scratched his head, "Almost forgot, you never teach acting, even the second generation of stars begged you last time without saying a word."

Pei Huan was secretly delighted.

Zhu Yang agreed to him and taught him acting in private.

"It's almost time to start shooting again." Zhu Yang said, "The clothing team needs to find me another coat, the one just now..."

He glanced at Pei Huan's evasive gaze, and said, "Something got splashed."

Director Wen said, "What did it get splashed on?"

After all, there are no more identical jackets, and changing one means re-shooting the previous shots. "Small areas of stains are a shame."

"..." Pei Huan blushed and wanted to speak.

Zhu Yang said: "It's nothing, but I don't want to wear dirty clothes to shoot."

Then there's no way.

Director Wen quickly ordered the clothing team to look for clothes again, and left them alone.

Pei Huan said, "Thank you."

"No need." Zhu Yang played with the black pen in his hand, "Compared to saying thank you, I prefer practical actions."

Pei Huan stared at the pen in his hand.

Thinking of the white card that day, it was written by this hand with sharp bones and this beautiful pure black pen.

He looked around.

Supporting himself, he quickly lowered his head and touched Zhu Yang's neck, and looked at him timidly after drawing a distance, "Is this enough?"

Zhu Yang frowned slightly.

Putting down the pen that was spinning in his hand, he said, "I mean to perform well later."

He stood up, his tall figure extremely oppressive.

"Don't do something like this in public next time."

Zhu Yang left from his side, Pei Huan felt a sense of loss when he saw the figure going away.

Don't do it, don't do it.

The makeup artist looked at Zhu Yang in the mirror, and there was a big red spot on the side of his neck.

"Are you allergic? It's too red."

Zhu Yang said: "Well, just cover it with powder for me."

"You are so dedicated!" the makeup artist exclaimed, and worked harder to help apply the powder.

Zhu Yang looked in the mirror.

The most difficult thing about acting is not talking about body movements, etc., but restraining one's desires.

Zhu Yang came back after finishing his makeup.

Pei Huan stood in the corner with his pockets in his pocket, and turned his head when he saw him, obviously angry.

Like a cat that just needs to be hugged and coaxed.

He sighed inwardly.

If it weren't for this stinky brother who has a bad temper and always retreats, he wouldn't need to use all kinds of tricks.

Director Wen saw that everyone was here, "The scene is ready, let's reshoot the previous scene."

"321, action!"

In the flickering dancefloor lights.

Pei Huan sat in his arms.

Zhu Yang was afraid that he would hit the corner of the table, so he stretched out his left hand to support his waist without leaving any trace.

Pei Huan snorted and bit his lips with resentment.

He insisted on doing it, and he had to do it in front of everyone!Tell everyone to listen, you are mine!

The moment the thought popped up.

He was startled.

Zhu Yang said the same thing to him.

But because he was afraid of not being judged by the outside world, he lost his temper involuntarily, and even said to break up.

He froze for a moment.

The initiative was immediately deprived, and the sobriety on the lips was eroded a little bit, stained with each other's temperature.

With tears in his eyes, he was completely confused.

The soft and cold lips surrounded him tightly, moistening and drying like spring rain soaked into the soil.

Pei Huan unconsciously cooperated and opened his mouth.

want more.

Zhu Yang's slender fingers sank into his black hair, cherishing it as if he were treating the most beautiful treasure in the world, and his sweet and dense voice moved between their lips and teeth.

Pei Huan blushed.

A delicate and gentle kiss from the corner of his mouth to his ear, and the sound of deep and heavy breathing hits his ears, as mellow as old wine.

He unconsciously tightened his arms.

Greedy hopes that this period of time can be longer, longer.

But soon he heard it. "Ka, thank you for your hard work."

The hands wrapped around his waist pushed him away, Zhu Yang let go of him, but there was still water on his thin lips, but he said without mercy, "You should go down."

"I……"

Zhu Yang said: "Huh?"

Pei Huan lowered his eyes and reluctantly went down.

"This performance is so good, I just passed it in one shot." Director Wen Song said excitedly: "I thought it would be divided into two scenes, but I didn't expect you to perform so well, this one has passed!"

Pei Huan whispered: "It can be divided into two parts..."

"What?" Wen Song asked.

Pei Huan quickly said, "Nothing."

The next few scenes were all played by Pei Huan. Zhu Yang was sitting next to the monitor with a very calm expression, looking at the screen from time to time.

Pei Huan was a little nervous.

But Zhu Yang acted as if he didn't see it, communicating with the director or writing something in his notebook.

Just didn't say a word to him.

This was done for one night.

The throbbing in Pei Huan's heart was subdued by repeated NGs—how miserable it is to be stared at by two perfectionists!

His makeup, which was already light, was gone in the end.

Director Wen finally said: "It's been a hard night, everyone go back and rest first, there is still a scene to shoot tomorrow morning."

Pei Huan breathed a sigh of relief.

Sitting on the plastic chair against the wall, he rubbed his swollen temples. After finally returning to the hotel from the set, he was so tired that he didn't even want to lift his fingers.

But no.

He took a shower and started to watch the morning show the next day. He used a highlighter to carefully circle each sentence with different twists and turns, and carefully noted it next to it.

The more he read the messy lines, the more irritable he became.

Throwing the script off the bed directly, I didn't understand what kind of temper I was losing.

The door was knocked.

Pulling on his slippers, he wearily opened the door.

A large bouquet of fragrant flowers greets the eye, with a pleasant and comforting aroma of purple lavender.

"Hello, your flower."

Pei Huan hugged him hopefully, but he couldn't find what he wanted. "Where are the cards?"

The florist shook his head. "The gentleman who bought the flowers didn't write."

Pei Huan was disappointed and returned to the room with the lavender in his arms. He endured it for 5 minutes, but finally he couldn't hold back and took the initiative to send a message to Zhu Yang, "Why is there no card this time?"

Zhu Yang didn't reply, just played a voice over.

Pei Huan connected without knowing why.

Amid the rustling current, a low, cold voice came clearly, "I don't want to write a card."

"I want to tell you a story to lull you to sleep."

Pei Huan's face turned red immediately, "I'm not a child, so I still need you to coax me."

"Then I'll hang up." Zhu Yang said.

"Hey!"

Zhu Yang smiled softly, "Lie down quickly, I'm going to start talking."

Pei Huan didn't even read the script on the floor. He carried the flower to the head of the bed, hurriedly climbed onto the bed, hugged the doll, "I'm ready."

In the dark room, the tranquil scent of lavender soothed the nerves, and Zhu Yang's voice was like a disc spinning slowly in a gramophone.

Holding the doll, he unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth and fell asleep peacefully.

The night is dark.

Zhu Yang listened to the shallow and even breathing over there, "Good night, my baby."