stand-in model

"Do you love me?"

Rong Sheng kissed the corner of his mouth lightly and asked him.

The latter's lips were slightly swollen at this time, and the lipstick on his thin lips was completely eaten by Rong Sheng, but it was still glistening.

Jiang Liang didn't make a sound, just tilted his head forward.

Rong Sheng bent over immediately, his forehead pressed against Jiang Liang's.

He raised his hand to caress the soft hair on the back of Jiang Liang's head.

I didn't feel anything before.

Now maybe I am willing to get closer.

I always feel that this person has a soft temper, just like this person's hair.

Like a cat with its belly open.

He leaned down slightly, bringing the tip of their noses together, breathing oxygen from the same area.

Jiang Liang's lips kept exhaling hot air, as if he was a little out of breath.

"Do you love me?" Rong Sheng asked again, as if he had been obsessed with this answer.

This made Jiang Liang, whose brain was hypoxic, awake for a moment.

But he didn't speak his truth.

"I do not know."

This is the best answer Jiang Liang can come up with.

The ambiguous words, no one knows which sentence is biased towards the result.

He closed his eyes, not daring to look at Rong Sheng's expression.

Maybe the next moment will be some insults, and it's not the first time I've been scolded.

In this matter, he was actually afraid that this person would scold him.

Just the next moment, his face was lifted up.

"Jiang Liang, open your eyes and look at me." Rong Sheng kissed his tightly closed eyelids, and the sigh echoed in his ears.

"Huh? Have a look at me?" Rong Sheng coaxed Jiang Liang to open his eyes again and again.

The man's voice was too touching, and the kiss was too gentle.

Coaxing Jiang Liang to open his eyes.

"Good boy." Rong Sheng smiled lightly when he saw Jiang Liang opened his eyes, and then kissed Jiang Liang's forehead again as if rewarding a child.

"I want to get off to a good start with you. Shall we try?"

"Why?" Jiang Liang tilted his head and pushed Rong Sheng away.

He couldn't figure it out.

At the beginning of the month, this person looked like he had to be Su Ziru, but now he wants to try again with him.

"The deceased is gone, I have not come out." Rong Sheng hooked Jiang Liang's hands, and said sincerely, "You are so kind, I want to try with you."

"Let me think about it." Jiang Liang broke away from Rong Sheng's hand and took a few steps back.

He stood there staring into Rong Sheng's eyes.

People always say that the eyes are the windows to the soul.

Can he see something from Rong Sheng's cold eyes.

Ups and downs, restlessness.

This is Rong Sheng's eyes.

Why is he so disturbed?

Rong Sheng proposed to try with himself, isn't that what he always wanted to hear?

No, it was all too fast, he had to stop and think.

Not right.

Jiang Liang shook his head, curled his fingers at his side, he didn't know how to speak.

"Think slowly. Okay?" Rong Sheng took a few steps forward and squeezed Jiang Liang's hand again.

"Come back with me tonight. I made an appointment at the hospital to see your mother tomorrow morning. I live here and can't go back in time."

After speaking, Rong Sheng patted Jiang Liang's head again. Fortunately, this person didn't have much resistance.

Let him touch your head and hold hands to be a bully.

"How is my mother?" Jiang Liang didn't answer Rong Sheng's question, but lowered his head and kicked away a small stone by his feet.

He was still unwilling to look up at Rong Sheng.

Seeing Jiang Liang's reaction, Rong Sheng took Jiang Liang into his arms again, and swayed his body from side to side, "You and I will go back and see if you know."

"Well, let's go now." Jiang Liang let Rong Sheng lead him around.

He misses Ms. Jiang.

I want to chat with Ms. Jiang.

If the weather is fine tomorrow, he will push Ms. Jiang out to bask in the sun.

"I also have something to say to your mother. The doctor said that she is in good spirits recently."

When Rong Sheng heard Jiang Liang's answer, he immediately turned around and gently pushed Jiang Liang to the bright place.

The crew has packed up the props.People are dancing and singing around a bonfire.

Zhou Porridge and Liang Zhiqing held hands and waltzed around the campfire.

"Come?" Shu Hua sat by the campfire and moved a place for Jiang Liang.

Jiang Liang came here alone, and Rong Sheng said that he was going to pack his luggage and let him come to say goodbye.

"I won't sit down, I'll be leaving in a while." Jiang Liang raised the corner of his mouth and pulled Shu Hua back to his position.

"It's a pity," someone sighed beside him.

"How about singing a song before leaving?"

"Okay, okay, let the big star sing."

"Sing, sing, sing." The staff of the crew started to yell in a few words.

Jiang Liang was a little embarrassed, he smiled softly, "Singing is not good."

"It doesn't sound good to me, too." Henry Zhang, who had been diving all the time, suddenly popped up, leading everyone to boo.

In the end, Jiang Liang had no choice but to take the director's megaphone given to him by the staff—a portable speaker.

The crowd was quiet, and Jiang Liang's gentle voice could not be changed much even by the speakers with poor sound quality.

That voice is captivating.

"You can go forward and I'm tired of wasting time."

"A clinging oasis is a shattered mirage."

"If you really want to leave, I'm still wishful thinking."

"I am sealed in the barren time and space and will not move forward."