On the bone

Coming out of the villa, the cold air touched the skin, bringing up a layer of goosebumps, and Ning Huiran could feel the soft fine hairs on his arms.

The heat on his body dropped instantly, and his brain became more awake.

After walking a few steps, Ning Huiran sat on the flower garden outside the villa and looked up at the starry sky.

The dark night was bottomless, and the more I looked at it, the more empty my heart felt, as if a big hole had been dug out alive, and I didn't know how to fill it. The silence and loneliness at that moment made Ning Huiran's chest suddenly hurt.

He was really not in a good mood.

It turns out that the difficulty of this difficult intimate scene is not how to perform it well, but how to pull yourself out after the performance, the feeling of powerless emptiness is lingering, from the moment Mu Mingyi's body temperature disappears from the body It started.

It's not that Ning Huiran never thought about whether Mu Mingyi reacted at that time, but even thinking about it didn't make him feel much better. He said that getting too deep into the play, stripping away the emotions dominated by the characters, and restoring them back may not necessarily be the case.

The whole day of rubbing ears and temples together, lingering and charming, can't bear it even if it's hard, unless he can't.

Bowing his head and scratching at his hair, Ning Huiran has never wanted to smoke so much, even one sip is fine.

Putting the backpack on his shoulder and standing up, he planned to walk out of the villa area on his legs and find a 24-hour convenience store to buy a pack of cigarettes.

Break the precept, just break the precept, take a shower and go to bed immediately after smoking, Mu Mingyi's nose is so good that he can't smell the smell of the smoke overnight, not to mention that if you make up the camera, you may not be able to hug him, and get close to him seamlessly...

Ning Huiran found that rather than worrying about whether smoking would reveal his secrets, he wanted to be hugged by this person, even if he smoked.

irritable.

Stepping quickly, he sprinted towards the exit of the villa.

Fortunately, not far away, a convenience store flashing "24" hours came into view.

The thick night began to fade, and the sky was bright white. The chilly morning wind made Ning Huiran shrink his neck. With his hands in his pockets, he trotted across the quiet road and jumped onto the sidewalk opposite.

I haven't smoked for a long time, so I bought a big one.

After paying the bill, he impatiently put the cigarette in his mouth, came out and stood under the eaves and slapped his body indiscriminately, only to realize that the fire was not bought, Ning Huiran cursed a bad word, and turned back.

Rubbing in a hurry, the flames sprang out, Ning Huiran quickly put the cigarette butt on it, lowered his head, and walked out of the shop while holding the fire with his hands. The man, who carried a plastic basket in both hands, should be a shop assistant who got up early to work.

The collision was purely accidental, the lighter was dropped, and bounced to nowhere.

Seeing that the customer's things were knocked away, the clerk apologized repeatedly, but he really didn't have the hands to help pick them up.

Ning Huiran smiled and said it was all right.

Turning his gaze, he saw a lighter lying quietly on a round sewer manhole cover not far away.

Ning Huiran walked over there, and suddenly, there was an extra hand in sight, with distinct joints and slender fingers. Due to the dark skin color, the ring on the ring finger stood out very well. Ning Huiran watched this person pick up the lighter .

The smile to the clerk just now hadn't completely faded away, his expression froze after he only said one word "thank you".

In front of him, Wu Jianzhong was smiling at him.

His head was stunned for a short time, like a stress reaction, Ning Huiran turned and left.

It didn't make any sense to be called by his name at the back, and he hurriedly turned in any direction, his arm tightened in vain, and he grabbed it with heavy force, Ning Huiran felt pain, and was even annoyed by this rude behavior.

He used more force than Wu Jianzhong, and even heard the heavy sound of skin and flesh rubbing against each other. Wu Jianzhong froze there with his hands open, maintaining the posture of grabbing Ning Huiran's arms. He raised his head, somewhat puzzled: "Ning Hui Well, what are you doing?"

Without answering, Ning Huiran glanced at him coldly and contemptuously, then turned and continued walking.

Unexpectedly, something came from behind, bringing up the flowing air, one shoulder and one arm on the opposite side were firmly grasped, without giving any chance to react, in the blink of an eye, Ning Huiran had been pressed into the convenient On the cold wall of a dark alley next to the shop.

The shock made the brain stop for a while, and Ning Huiran didn't wake up until he felt pain from half of his face being ground on the hard stone bricks.

One by one, Wu Jianzhong was on top of him.

The scapula and shoulders struggled to bear the force, and his dominant right hand was folded back and bent behind his back at a tricky angle. Ning Huiran felt that Wu Jianzhong pressed his entire forearm against the back of his neck, and all parts that could exert force were suppressed.

He couldn't move.

"Let me go! Wu Jianzhong, let me go!!" Ning Huiran yelled loudly, his body resisted in vain, and thus he was restrained even more severely. The people behind were like a mountain, and it wasn't just the Weight, and a mouth that exhales hot air.

"Too ignorant, how can you call me by my name directly?" The peaceful voice rang in the ears, unable to hear the joy or anger: "Did Mu Mingyi teach you so?"

"Go away." I don't know if it was anger or the panic caused by this helpless passive situation, Ning Huiran's voice was visibly shaking.

"Come on, I'll teach you, call me Mr. Wu, or..." Ning Hui suddenly opened his eyes wide as the hot and slippery thing rubbed against his earlobe, and a playful, more provocative voice floated in. Ear: "It's called Angkor."

Ning Huiran's struggle reached the limit of his limbs, he could hear the strange sound of his bones, and the heavy pressure on his neck reached the back of his head instead.

The half side face stuck to the wall was pressed down even more deeply at this moment, not to mention moving, even if the face was turned into a puddle of ooze and stuck to the wall, it was hard to say that it would not be ground into fine pieces by the rough wall. Wound.

The tensed muscles began to relax, and the strength was also fading. The people on the wall softened a lot. Feeling the change of Ning Huiran, Wu Jianzhong chuckled from behind: "By the way, that's it, aren't you still filming? How can you be on camera if you are injured?"

"You, what do you want to do, what..."

boo boo one by one

The back gestured for silence, severe pain came from the wrist, like a long whip whipped from the shoulder blade to the shoulder, the whole arm seemed to be torn off by Wu Jianzhong, Ning Huiran's eyes turned black from the pain, and he kept exhaling Exhaling to keep his consciousness clear, he heard Wu Jianzhong say to him: "Don't move if you don't want me to take off your arm, do you understand?"

There was only Ning Huiran's continuous and vigorous panting in the air, without any sound.

The people behind were laughing: "You are so good, you can talk now."

Ning Huiran clenched his jaws on both sides until he trembled. The monstrous sense of humiliation and anger completely annihilated him, and he almost couldn't suppress the thought

One by one, don't hurt yourself, don't cause trouble for the crew, don't embarrass Mu Mingyi.

If anyone could hand him a knife, he would be able to stab Wu Jianzhong to death right now.

Not only the jawbone, but the whole neck is shaking, and the hands behind the head can be felt completely. Wu Jianzhong seems to understand and feel relieved of Ning Huiran's reaction, and he is sure that Ning Huiran will do something for filming and his own future. compromise.

The hand was slowly withdrawn from the back of Ning Huiran's head.

Wu Jianzhong didn't think Ning Huiran could move, at least not when his right hand was still twisted in his hand.

The next moment, hands slipped into Ning Huiran's pants one by one.

It's easy to put on and take off for filming. Tonight Ning Huiran only wore a pair of loose sweatpants, and his hands easily slipped into his underwear, forming a hand-shaped bulge.

There is nothing to stop, Ning Huiran is like a ferocious beast that broke through the cage, with red eyes, bared teeth, turning his body ferociously, as if he lost the pain, the direction of turning is opposite to the angle at which Wu Jianzhong twisted his arm, if it weren't for someone at this time Pulling them apart forcibly, the right hand behind the back was broken.

Panting heavily, his vision became shaken, his vision blurred, and the sudden slack made Ning Huiran stagger on his feet. He leaned on the wall to barely stand still, shaking his head vigorously, trying to see his surroundings clearly.

There were two more people in front of him, a muscular middle-aged man with a burly figure, a crew cut, and white gloves on his hands. This was the man who grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the wall just now.

On the right is a thin, fair-skinned man who looks to be in his thirties. He is tilting his head and looking at himself carefully.

Wu Jianzhong stood between the two of them. He lightly squeezed the wrist bone of the other with one hand, stretched the joints, and had a faint smile on his face.

The author says:

Wu is a cruel man...