On the bone

Ning Huiran didn't think about how the words came out of his mouth. He didn't even listen to him himself. It was only when everyone looked at him that he realized that he had said something he shouldn't have said.

"What did I say?" Frowning, he panicked.

Ning Huiran's performance gradually recovered, which Yu Li knew well, and what touched him even more was that the cooperation between this person and Mu Mingyi seemed to be smoother than before the accident, and the two formed a natural and tacit relationship.

This kind of feeling is revealed on the outside, sometimes just a slight change in one face, the other can perceive the insight and make a proper reaction. Facing an output-type actor with strong personal characteristics like Mu Mingyi, Ning Huiran will not It showed stiffness and discomfort, but it was still very good.

Yu Li really didn't know whether it should be said that Ning Huiran was not afraid of tigers when he was a newborn calf, and he became more comfortable without the burden of acting from a professional background, or that Mu Mingyi subtly trained him to bring out Ning Huiran's plays. The delicate interpretation style is very suitable for Li's appetite.

Although he was still strict with Ning Huiran, he was not as careless as before. Yu Li didn't care about him, but only reminded Ning Huiran to concentrate, understand Xia Pei's mentality thoroughly, and start over again.

With an action, the two stuck together, and the water that was pouring down became scalding hot. Ning Huiran let out a yell and was hugged away by Mu Mingyi, and the waterproof curtain was poured with steam. Mu Mingyi searched his body, fearing that he would be burned, and at the same time heard Mu Mingyi asking him if he was burned.

Whether answering or asking questions, the two hugged each other without letting go.

The assistant, make-up, and the field manager ran into the camera and they separated. The water heater broke down suddenly and couldn’t adjust the water temperature. A scene must create a real scene, and let the water vapor fill the entire bathroom like a steamer.

The water vapor evaporated during the setting dissipated quickly, and it took time to reinstall the water heater and then turn on the water to achieve the same effect.

Ning Huiran waited on the actor's chair and kept tightening the bath towel on his body. He felt cold and couldn't change his wet clothes. Wearing a wet suit again is not much more comfortable than it is now.

The crew of the same costume generally does not prepare two sets, and if they don't want to put on and take off or wear a top, they can only bear with it for the time being.

Feeling his hand holding the edge of the towel trembling slightly, Ning Huiran wanted to ask someone to get him some hot water to drink, but someone grabbed his wet hair suddenly, he turned his head, and saw Mu Mingyi calling Pei Xiaoxiao over, Let her blow dry her hair for him.

Trotting all the way to the front, Pei Xiaoxiao was a little confused: "Didn't the filming not finish?"

"He's cold." Mu Mingyi also only wore a bath towel on his body.

Ning Huiran was embarrassed, shook his head and said it was okay, his eyes followed Mu Mingyi's wet and dripping hair to his two long bare legs, and Mu Mingyi stopped what he said: "I am different from you , your clothes are wet."

Pei Xiaoxiao immediately helped Ning Huiran to get up, and Ning Huiran naturally went to drag Mu Mingyi and let him go with him.

For the sake of shooting effect, Mu Mingyi only wore a pair of underwear, and the bath towel couldn't cover anything at all. Ning Huiran knew that he didn't like to show so much in public, and originally wanted him to hide together.

Looking down at the hand on the arm, Mu Mingyi looked at Pei Xiaoxiao who was dazed beside him. Ning Huiran realized that this was inappropriate, immediately withdrew his hand, and smiled awkwardly at Mu Mingyi.

The two walked to the dressing room.

"Of course, if you are cold, you have to say it out. If you catch a cold, it will be even more fatal." Pei Xiaoxiao adjusted the warm air of the hair dryer to the maximum, rubbed Ning Huiran's hair and said to him: "The leading actor's illness is the most troublesome thing. The whole crew stops and doesn't say anything. The key is how much psychological pressure should be on him, sister knows that you don't like to be treated as a burden, you say you..."

Ning Hui couldn't think of what happened next, he kept thinking about Mu Mingyi, and that appearance made him very worried.

Someone stood behind him at some point, and Ning Huiran regained consciousness only after the hot wind stopped.

He heard Pei Xiaoxiao call out, Brother Yi.

Ning Huiran hurriedly turned around.

The person in front of him was still wearing a bath towel, but there was an extra pair of jeans underneath, his feet were bare, and his toes were exposed by flip-flops.

Looks like the set is still going to take a while.

"Did you do it?" When asking, Mu Mingyi touched Ning Huiran's hair, but Pei Xiaoxiao took out the vibrating mobile phone in his pocket, and then complained to the boss in a troubled manner, saying that Ning Huiran's hair hadn't finished blowing, But she has some troubles at home and needs to go out to answer the phone.

"Go, I'll help him." Mu Mingyi took the hair dryer.

Pei Xiaoxiao happily slipped away, forgetting to close the door.

Putting down the hair dryer, went to close the door, and Mu Mingyi came back to blow dry Ning Huiran's hair.

The wind that blows out is very hot, and Ning Huiran has been sweating for a while. For the first time, he discovered that the hair dryer can also replace the heater to a certain extent. hands are fully occupied.

The neck is hot, and the touched scalp is even hotter.

Mu Mingyi didn't open his mouth to speak, neither did he.

Except for the hum of the hair dryer, there was no other sound.

The afternoon sun coming in from the window made his back very warm, Mu Mingyi gathered some golden light on his arms and wrists.

In the rectangular mirror in front of the dressing table, you can see the light, and the way this person lowered his eyes and fiddled with his hair seriously. That moment seemed to exist in Ning Huiran's mind for a long time, and it made him feel like he was in the next few days. In, every night in the dream is this picture.

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Caught off guard and being hugged and sucked by Yi Xinhai, Xia Pei struggled wildly in fright, his hands were slippery and the sprinkler was drenching water, Yuan Xinhai couldn't hold him, and the two fell to the ground together.

The tiles are very hard, and the sound of being smashed down is very loud. Xia Pei landed on his buttocks, whimpered in pain, and then hurriedly looked at the other party. When he fell, he frantically grabbed Cheng Xinhai's forearm. Skin flakes mixed with blood, a solid scratching scratch.

Xia Pei was so frightened that he withdrew his hand like lightning. Under the washing of the water, he blinked his eyes with difficulty, and looked timidly at Cheng Xinhai's face.

The man's eyes were cold, and he moved the corner of his mouth mockingly.

Stand up, turn off the water, pull the bath towel on the shelf, wipe it on your body a few times, and throw it directly on Xia Pei's face.

"Come out and change your clothes."

After finishing speaking, he randomly pulled out a piece of clothing from the closet and threw it to the bamboo basket outside the door. The clothing flew over with force, and one sleeve hung messily outside the basket.

It was completely messed up, moisture filled the eye sockets in an instant, Xia Pei bit his red eyes on the back of his hand, and he didn't even dare to look at the back of the one who walked out.

When Xinhai was smoking his second cigarette, Xia Pei slowly slid into the living room like a turtle. His clothes were all soaked and changed, leaving only a pair of underwear and the shirt that Xinhai gave him.

The shirt was pure white and clean, with patches of wet stains. Xia Pei had tried very hard to dry himself and combed his hair meticulously, but the water was still dripping down.

It is easy to soak because the fabric is light and thin and very close to the body. I didn't think about it, but I just took such a piece.

The wet marks made the clothes transparent, and soon spread down from the neckline, and Cheng Xinhai could see Xia Pei's bare white legs from the front of his chest.

Sensing the other party's gaze, Xia Pei pulled down the clothes in embarrassment, but even if the buttons were fully buttoned up, the bottom could not be pulled down any more, as long as he started to move the forked part of the hem, the inside would be exposed.

He didn't dare to move any more, and stood still, pulling at the corner of his shirt.

Biting the cigarette in Cheng Xinhai's mouth, the man tilted his head, pinched the end of the cigarette with two fingers, and put it out in the ashtray at hand.