On the bone

Ning Huiran's movements were large enough that his entire body weight was almost piled up. With one hand, he held the yogurt to stick to Mu Mingyi's face, and with the other hand, he walked around the man's waist, trying to snatch the room card in his hand.

The card was neither damaged nor degaussed, and it couldn't be swiped in for a long time. The two people who got entangled together, regardless of you and me, greatly reduced the efficiency of unlocking. Extremely excited, he has been harassing Mu Mingyi, his whole body is soft and hot, like a piece of overcooked butter cheese, which sticks to his body and cannot be removed.

Mu Mingyi's room is in a secluded corner on the top floor of the hotel, directly accessible by the elevator, and he can get there within a few steps. It takes twice as long as usual, but Ning Huiran interferes and cannot enter the door.

Glancing at Ning Huiran calmly, Mu Mingyi shrugged his shoulders, Ning Huiran only felt a sudden tightening of his waist, the weightlessness of his feet off the ground made his heart beat heavily, and at the same time the door lock beeped. Two sounds, and the scenery in his sight circled around with him like this.

When his feet touched the ground again, he was already in Mu Mingyi's room.

No matter how thin he is, he has lost a lot of flesh since he joined the group, and he is also a man weighing more than 120 kilograms. He was held in the air with one hand?

Ning Huiran bit his mouth in surprise, and continued to pester Mu Mingyi with his hands, saying that while the yogurt was still cold, it would work quickly to reduce swelling and relieve pain, but his two paws were not restless, so they went to Mu Mingyi with the cold air. Mingyi burrowed under his clothes, thinking it was too hot to cool him down, so he turned his hand to him... Mu Mingyi took off his mask and cap and threw it away, then bent Ning Huiran's hands back without hesitation, and with a little strength, this The person sank into his solid legs.

This is a top-down, multi-block powerful pose.

Even if Ning Huiran did it on his own, if he hadn't launched the first attack to push Mu Mingyi into a dead corner and force the man to sit on the desk, he wouldn't have fallen for him one by one

The open legs, like a man-eating mouth, firmly bite Ning Huiran's waist and crotch, easily intertwining Ning Huiran's two wrists and trapping Ning Huiran behind him with his hands, Mu Mingyi deliberately teased him , The mouth wanders around on the bridge of the nose, eyelids, and cheeks, but it just doesn't go where it should go.

Ning Huiran writhed, struggled, panted, and begged for mercy, like raving: "Brother, kiss me...kiss my mouth...kiss...I want..."

Mu Mingyi gave it to him just when his whole body was burning hot, his ground was dripping with sweat, and his neck was glistening with damp.

The kiss was very long, biting and kissing each other, not long after, a very faint body odor that could not be ignored quietly penetrated into Ning Huiran's nasal cavity and gradually spread.

When Ning Huiran noticed it, he had already woken up from the kiss with Mu Mingyi. It was a familiar but uncomfortable smell—the smell of Cheng Xinhai.

The breakup scene was filmed in the past few days, which fit the mood and state of the character. Mu Mingyi didn't ask the makeup assistant to give him the perfume that he often used on the set. This is what Ning Huiran heard with his own ears. Mu Mingyi changed it after the scene Clothes, in theory, should not be able to smell anything, but whether it is the real existence of the sense of smell, or the result of psychological troubles, Ning Huiran can smell it.

In the car, the space was closed, and even though he was so close to Mu Mingyi, he didn't smell any extra smell from this person. Instead, he entered the room to relax completely, and his nostrils were full of this smell.

Maybe there were too many things on the car, either because he was worried that he would not be able to coax brother Yi too hard, or because Yu Li was surprised and flustered, and Ning Huiran really didn't feel the existence of Cheng Xinhai.

just now……

He opened his eyes, Mu Mingyi's face from the beating was not as swollen as before, and was still a little red. They were kissing, and the beating marks that were close at hand seemed to wake up something suddenly. Ning Huiran was shocked and confused. The mouth was messed up, and his breathing was extremely unstable. Mu Mingyi left him, and the moist saliva was pulled out, making the sides of his mouth slippery.

At that moment just now, it felt like a punch had hit his heart hard, and the faint pain was still spreading in his chest.

Ning Huiran broke free from Mu Mingyi's hand behind him, took it up and rubbed his left chest, without knowing why, he raised his head and asked Mu Mingyi if he could smile at him.

Putting down Ning Huiran's legs, Mu Mingyi jumped off the table, put yogurt and fresh food into the hotel's small refrigerator, left one in his hand, and asked, "Why are you laughing?"

"...like Cheng Xinhai."

After a pause, Ning Huiran still said the same thing.

After applying the bagged yogurt to his face, Mu Mingyi naturally leaned back against the table, supporting him with one hand. He didn't speak for a long time, and looked at Ning Huiran quietly.

The longer the gaze, the less revealing the expression, the more it made Ning Huiran's heart shudder, he knew that he should not say such words.

But he was also flustered, the intimacy with Mu Mingyi was inexplicably mixed up by Cheng Xinhai, and it was still a fictional character that didn't exist at all.

Whatever he says, he has to try himself again. In the past few days, there has always been a feeling of confusion in the shooting. He often does not feel "self" when he is shooting. Some physiological reactions, such as chest tightness, heartache, discomfort, breathlessness, crying, crying until suffocation, pain like drowning... But most of the shooting process is extremely vague, it seems that there is some memory loss, he even Can't remember exactly what it was...

The script is very familiar, the lines are very familiar, and the plot is also very familiar, but I can't remember the details of the performance. The only thing left is all the emotions and feelings about Xia Pei, so I can't call it a play.

He closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and when he let go, Ning Huiran looked back at Mu Mingyi firmly and stubbornly. He just wanted him to smile like Cheng Xinhai, and he wanted to see what would happen to him...

"Go take a shower."

Putting down the yogurt, Mu Mingyi came over and took his hand: "Wash off the Sharpei smell on your body as well."

Ning Huiran didn't move, and pinched the opponent's back with his backhand. He looked into Mu Mingyi's eyes with piercing eyes: "Brother Yi, will you miss Xia Pei? Will you also think of this person when you see me?"

After a moment of silence, Mu Mingyi said, "Yes, but not like you."

It's not like him. He smoked for a long time before he remembered those two slaps. Brother Yi must have been awake when he was beaten. A few compliments are enough, even if the director didn't stop and was slapped more than once, let alone an artist who relies on his face to make a living, even ordinary people can't stand this kind of insult.

Ning Huiran raised his head, wanting to touch Brother Yi's face.

The nozzle was aimed straight at him, and the water hit his face unscrupulously. Ning Huiran reflexively closed his eyes and took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and let the water flow down like a column. Mu Mingyi held the nozzle higher, Water poured down Ning Huiran's head, and the hair was pasted to the eyes indiscriminately.

Ning Huiran wiped his face, brushed his hair back, shook his head vigorously, and then opened his eyes, Mu Mingyi held the nozzle in his hand and smiled faintly at him.

I don't know why I sprayed him. Just as I was about to ask, the stream came again. This time there was only one stream, and it sprayed onto my cheeks.

Ning Huiran was breathing physiologically as soon as he opened his mouth, and the concentrated spray was near his mouth. At that moment, Ning Huiran was forced to close his eyes. Looking at Shang Mu Mingyi, it was as if a fire had been lit inside, making Ning Huiran's breathing heavy.

"How do you want me to punish you?"

When Mu Mingyi spoke, his voice was a little hoarse.

Even though the bathroom was full of steam, Ning Huiran felt his throat was dry, he swallowed: "I'm going to punish you..."

"Hit me for nothing." With a slight hum, Mu Mingyi rubbed Ning Huiran's mouth with his thumb, and the soft flesh slid under the pressure of his fingers.

I don't know if it's because the temperature in the bathroom is too high, or because I rubbed my lips hard, my mouth turns red after a few rubs. Under the dim light, Ning Huiran's fair complexion complements it, giving me an indescribably gorgeous feeling.

"Tomorrow's play will be big, and there should be no traces under the clothes." Mu Mingyi raised Ning Huiran's jaw, and kept rubbing his fingers back and forth: "I still don't understand why I sprayed water on your face What are you doing?"

The author says:

Don't give up hope, pull the light in the next chapter.