On the bone

Second floor bedroom.

The half-opened curtains hang down to the ground, and the half-floor windows reflect the moonlight onto the large double bed, forming a rectangular light.

When it was put down, the white legs clinging to the outside of the opponent's pants were still bent, as if they were reluctant to part.

His white legs appeared in this light, which was very eye-catching. Xia Pei was a little dazed. He relaxed his body and turned his head to look at the door. He immediately tightened his hands on the opponent's shoulder blades: "Don't... Don't turn on the lights."

The room was half-dark and half-lit, and things could be seen, but not so clearly. No matter how dim the light was, Xia Pei's flushed face and shining eyes were still quite attractive.

He didn't say that this kind of black-and-black atmosphere is not good, but Cheng Xinhai just wanted to see enough of Xia Pei. He liked Xia Pei's whiteness, and he wanted to see every place.

He said he wanted to see it, and put Xia Pei's ear in his mouth on purpose.

Shrugging his shoulders and shrinking his neck, not to let Cheng Xinhai bother him, Xia Pei bit his mouth, embarrassed and embarrassing, his voice became thinner, screaming like a mosquito: "Don't look at me, I...my..."

Cheng Xinhai suspiciously followed Xia Pei's downcast eyes and lowered his head, then burst out laughing, raising his hand to show his innocence even when he was hanging on him: "I haven't done anything yet, you are so good at it."

His face burned even hotter, and without knowing what to think, Xia Pei bit Cheng Xinhai's neck.

The body that was hugged shook violently, and the muscles in the back could be felt tense. Xia Pei impulsively hugged Cheng Xinhaixia's mouth, and the voice in his ear was very hoarse: "Recruit me?"

Before he could react, his mouth was bitten.

The intentional sea kiss was very ruthless, full of hostility, an aura of encroachment, Xia Pei couldn't stand it, and after a while, he lost the battle, obediently obeyed, and even teased and teased this person clumsily, His body is soft, and his slender waist can be curved by Cheng Xinhai's big hands.

There was less heat on the mouth, but it was closed in the ears, and the entire earlobe was hot and humid.

"...Did you wash it well? Huh?" Cheng Xinhai asked.

"Were you on the sofa just now... wash me..."

Unable to connect, his body was boiling hot, as if he was going to be scalded through the thin pajamas, and Xia Pei had difficulty breathing.

"That's called getting you wet," the teeth gritted the earlobe, rolled it in his mouth and sucked it: "wet?"

He let out a low cry, something was gushing in his body, and Xia Pei trembled slightly, his chest heaved and heaved greatly, even if he wanted to kiss him, he couldn't hold it down, his hair slid against his chest, causing a slight itchiness, and there was still a long way to go With a wet mouth, all the feelings are the same as in the dream last time...

Like an electric shock, from the spine to the scalp, Ning Huiran trembled violently, and suddenly opened his eyes wide, pushing Mu Mingyi's chest up half an arm's distance away, panting heavily, and staring at this person face, staring at him.

Not only Mu Mingyi, but also Yu Li was stunned, poking out half of his head from the monitoring screen, staring at the two people who were still on the bed with big eyes and small eyes in bewilderment.

Before he could speak, a voice came.

"I...I need to pee."

what?

Ning Huiran's words made Yu Li stare out the window.

Seeing the director's mouth wide open and eyes staring blankly, Ning Huiran hastily explained: "I've been holding it in until now, and I'm about to pee out."

There was another one or two seconds of freeze, and then Yu Li rubbed his face hard and cursed in cursive, which was equivalent to a 'click'.

The bedroom has a bathroom, pointing in that direction like a machine gun: "Go, go! Hurry up! What did you do before the shoot and now you pee now?!" Suddenly thought of something, Yu Lichong fled out of bed, grabbed the bathrobe off the camera and went to the bathroom The running figure shouted: "I rely on Ning Huiran, you can't make a show, right?" He couldn't hear the answer, and he added worriedly: "Put the water on and don't make a show!"

It's early.

Leaning behind the closed door of the bathroom, Ning Huiran kept panting to calm down his rapid heartbeat. He was still Xia Pei when he said those saucy lines. It became Ning Huiran.

……

Turning around, she pressed her forehead against the door, as if to block off all the outside with this door, Ning Huiran locked it neatly.

How can there be water drainage? He didn't dare to drink a sip of water for fear of affecting his mood and disturbing the shooting.

Turn on the faucet, turn on the cold water to the maximum, keep pouring it on the face to cool down, pat the neck and chest with cool hands, no matter how wet it is, Xia Pei should be wet in the first place, and was wet by Xinhai playing on the sofa .

wet?

Mu Mingyi's dark and evocative voice sounded in his mind again, Ning Huiran lay down on the washstand and beat hard, looked down at himself, he just wanted to cry.

Chibi Maruko-chan, Crayon Shin-chan, Pleasant Goat Big Big Wolf, Xiong Da Xiong Er... All he could think of was stuffed into his head, Ning Huiran told himself to think about these things quickly, after a while, he looked down again, and it was still the same.

I fuck.

He went to the doctor in a hurry, and for a while, Wu Jianzhong's eyes looking at him and the hand touching him popped up in his mind, and a blizzard passed through and subsided.

Breathing out exhaustedly, Ning Huiran shook off the sweat or water on his forehead, just as he heard Yu Li shouting through the door, are you all right?

Put on the bathrobe, smooth the edges and corners, and tighten the belt around the waist. In fact, you have to take it off when you go out. Ning Huiran doesn't know what's wrong with him, he just doesn't want others to see him like this.

Go to the door, reach out and pull the door.

Thinking about the fact that he didn't show any lies on the bed just now, he rushed to the bathroom when he was about to pass, so he should have covered it with a bathrobe so he couldn't tell...

Suddenly, something pulled him back, and the door was halfway opened and then backed away. The first thing Ning Huiran saw was the strange looks from the few people left after the room was cleared, including those who were leaning on the bed and smoking a cigarette. Mu Mingyi... Then, following their gazes, he lowered his head and saw a piece of bathrobe cuff hanging on the door lock and a piece of his own spring.

He was absent-minded when he opened the door, and let the door be swept away.

It was all exposed, only a small thin belt was neatly tied around the waist.

From his point of view, the scene was simply horrible, and for a while, he didn't know how to deal with it.

"Are you hanging on the door? Ancestor, come here!!"

An ordinary Yu Shi scolding completely dragged Ning Huiran back to reality, and also broke his embarrassment in front of a room full of people. He was going to be naked for the whole scene, so what is this?

After pulling on the bathrobe, Ning Huiran walked in front of Yu Li.

Before he could speak, the other party asked, "Is there a play?"

Ning Huiran nodded.

Lowering his head, Yu Li looked at his watch: "5 minutes, let me get into the scene, half of the filming is not over yet."

Responding in his mouth, he beat a drum in his heart.

Ning Huiran pursed her lips tightly.

The mangrove villa scene is the first night scene he has filmed so far, and it is also the most challenging. Of course, this difficulty is not a psychological obstacle to the intimacy between men and women, but a kind of control over Mu Mingyi's self-reaction , just like what Yu Li said, there must and can only be Cheng Xinhai in his eyes.

It’s okay if there is no physical contact, put your heart at ease, and seriously immerse yourself in the role. It is not difficult for him to enter, but he is afraid of too much physical interaction. Feeling out of control every now and then is just too irritating.

Closing his eyes, he forced himself into the drama, but his mind was full of these things. Ning Huiran frowned sourly, the more he wanted to concentrate, the more upset he became.

He stood between the director's chair and the double bed where Mu Mingyi was sitting, with his hips crossed and his head lowered. Suddenly, there was a movement underneath, and the bathrobe was lifted away.

Ning Hui suddenly raised his head and looked towards the bed.

The eyes that got under the bathrobe were bold and straightforward, all the way up from his legs, and then Mu Mingyi raised his eyelids and looked at Ning Huiran's face.