Clear the infinite world by beauty

The tall and thin boy behind Liu Qi was reflected in the mirror, staring at him with deep black eyes, he felt heavy and inexplicably scary.

Liu Qi's heart stopped beating, and she looked back subconsciously, Jiang Ping was still clear and cold, more detached than a snow mountain.

Maybe it was because the room was too dark and a little dazed, Liu Qi collected herself and turned on the light casually.

A deep magnetic voice came from his ear, and Jiang Ping answered his question: "You should take off your clothes here."

Ok?

Liu Qi almost thought that she had heard it wrong, and turned her head in surprise.

Seeing this, Jiang Ping frowned: "If you don't take off your clothes, how can you be tough?"

This was too straightforward, Liu Qi's cheeks flushed instantly, and she was so shocked that the tips of her hair almost stood up.

Jiang Ping was very calm, his tone couldn't be more serious, and he analyzed the script seriously and rationally, leaving Liu Qi standing there helpless, unable to utter a word of rebuttal.

Seeing his perplexed face, Jiang Ping finally realized something.

"Don't worry about the size of the big screen. The toilet cubicle in the teaching building just exposes our heads. Today we are normal to find a feeling for the scene, and tomorrow we will let the camera shoot outside."

Jiang Ping didn't say what he said later, but the meaning was obvious. Liu Qi can cover up in front of the camera, but she must show it in front of him.

This is very important to be aware of the part of one's heart, because he is serious about this role and the script, and will never compromise.

Liu Qi was somewhat persuaded.

Looking at this person who was as cold as a piece of wood, he suddenly felt that it was okay to take it off, since they were all men, and the other party didn't care at all, so he didn't seem to care about anything.

Liu Qi nodded slowly, and added arrogantly: "The analysis is good, I think so too."

Jiang Ping nodded, took a deep look at him, and retreated to the wall to pose for a photo.

"Then I'm ready to shoot," he said in a rigid voice, as calm as Jiang Ping in the script.

Liu Qi also hurried into the scene, glanced at him, and quickly said: "Wait a while, we can't shoot casually like this."

After speaking, he hurriedly walked to the front of his camera, and he seemed to be thinking about it.

Jiang Ping's thin lips parted slightly, he gave a rare smile, and nodded in agreement.

Liu Qi thought frankly, but at the moment the phone camera was in front of his eyes, and above was Jiang Ping's focused gaze, which made him feel like he was placed on the operating table for dissection research.

The red lips were pursed, and he left a sentence waiting for me to pose, then turned his back to him and bowed his head to take off his pajamas.

Maybe he was too nervous, if the sight behind him had any substance, his back would be unconsciously stiff, and his whole body would feel uncomfortable.

All men are men, Jiang Ping's focus is not on his body, but on his acting skills, so don't let his personality collapse because of shame.

Liu Qi kept comforting herself, her thin white fingertips were a little cold, and tremblingly undid the first button.

The collar of the pajamas that was bound to the neck loosened, and the soft silk fabric slipped off a little, revealing a piece of white and greasy skin like milk.

Just looking at it like this, you can imagine the delicious and soft touch.

The finger bones holding the phone behind him tightened suddenly, and Jiang Ping narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, filled with thick tyranny, constantly tearing away his almost crazy rationality.

Liu Qi lowered her head and unbuttoned her ignorantly, the collar slowly slid down her back.

The delicate soft flesh is exposed inch by inch, and the seductive lines are outlined from the neck to the delicate and round shoulders, which is extremely beautiful.

When the last piece was untied, the black pajamas hung down on the slender arms, the willow lacquer shirt was half faded, and half of the butterfly bones looked like high-quality suet jade. People want to look down more and more.

Boundless beauty blooms in this simple space.

As if he didn't expect him to do this, an extremely hoarse voice came from behind: "You—"

Liu Qi turned around.

Jiang Ping's voice stopped abruptly, all rationality collapsed, and the phone fell to the ground with a bang.

Liu Qi was so shy that she didn't dare to look up, her back was trembling slightly, and she was about to ask him to take a picture when she heard the sound of her phone falling to the ground.

The next moment, the eyes were instantly plunged into darkness.

what happened?

Liu Qi subconsciously wanted to call Jiang Ping, but suddenly a big hand covered her mouth, her thin body was blown up like a petal, and she was just pressed against the cold ceiling.

His already extremely sensitive skin was immediately irritated, and he couldn't help trembling, only feeling that something was swimming on his body.

Liu Qi was flushed with embarrassment, desperately trying to struggle, but in the darkness, countless hands stretched out and grabbed him from head to toe, unable to move.

"The lamp is broken."

Jiang Ping's voice came from the ground below him. He seemed to be trying to turn on the flashlight of his mobile phone, but there was still no light. The darkness was so thick that he couldn't see anything.

"Don't be afraid, I'll fix it now."

Jiang Ping's voice was very calm. He was so tall that he could touch the old light bulb with his hand.

At the same time, Liu Qi was sticking to the ceiling, his whole body was suspended high, his clothes had completely fallen off, and the huge stimulation almost overwhelmed him.

The fingertips are only a few centimeters away from Jiang Ping's hand.

The wrist was firmly clasped, Liu Qi used all his rationality to try to move towards Jiang Ping, but he just barely missed it. He tried to fan the wind, but Jiang Ping didn't respond.

Even as he asked Jiang Ping for help, the hands on his body became more and more forceful, Liu Qi's drooping hair was trembling, and his already beautiful face became more and more bewildering.

He was completely out of breath.

If there was light in the bathroom at this moment, you could see his white and tender skin being pinched and pressed down continuously, as if being desecrated by some invisible thing.

Under the blessing of tears being gold, he almost fainted. If his mouth hadn't been covered, he would have screamed uncontrollably at this moment.

He desperately called out to Jiang Ping in his mind, the stimulation on his body was unbearable, tears kept overflowing from the corners of Liu Qi's eyes, and he almost choked up crying.

I don't know how long it took, the fine tears gathered into a drop, as bright as gold.

The moment the golden bean dripped, Liu Qi's hand stopped suddenly, and the light came on.

Liu Qi regained consciousness in a daze, and found that she was still standing on the ground perfectly, without any marks on her skin, as if everything just now was just a nightmare.

However, the residual touch on her body was still unbearable, Liu Qi had a sickly blush on her face, and she hurriedly put on her clothes.

His thin body trembled slightly, as if frightened by the sudden darkness.

Jiang Ping, the round golden bean in his palm, disappeared, and immediately walked over to support him: "Don't play tricks, go to rest first."

Liu Qi couldn't help but nodded vigorously.

At this moment, Jiang Ping is no less than a straw in his heart.

She missed the straw just now, but now Liu Qi subconsciously clenched his wrists tightly, not daring to separate from him at all.

He was very dependent on him in his heart, but because of the human design, he still picked a fault with a weary look: "You were too slow in your cultivation just now."

His voice was still nasal, and he was crying heavily, making him sound pitiful.

Jiang Ping firmly supported Liu Qi back to the house, and rarely softened his voice, coaxing him in a low voice: "I was wrong, I must hurry up next time."

Different from the sorry sentence he often said before, this time his tone was very light, almost as if he was coaxing his wayward girlfriend.

He has a cold personality, and such a familiar and intimate tone is really rare, and he seems to be in a good mood at the moment.

Why do you feel good when you can fix a light bulb?

Liu Qi was a little taken aback, and just as surprised, she heard someone knock on the door of the room.

Naturally, Jiang Ping went to open the door.

Standing outside the door was one of Liu Qi's assistants, panting from exhaustion, carrying a bunch of things in his hands, looking up and seeing Jiang Ping in a daze, he subconsciously looked in.

Liu Qi was sitting on the bed in her pajamas, she was straightening her clothes with her head down, her eyes and brows were blushing.

He is beautiful, even if he does nothing, he will be associated with that aspect, and at this moment, even the air is full of color.

Both of them were wearing pajamas, and there was only one bed in the room. The assistant's eyes gradually widened, but Jiang Ping was so frightened by his indifferent eyes that he didn't dare to look any more, and quickly handed them their food with gloves on.

Liu Qi didn't know the assistant's shock, and looked out curiously when she heard the voice, just in time to see Jiang Ping coming back with two meals.

But there are two servings, one of which is the most common egg fried rice and persimmon scrambled eggs, put in the old white plastic box, it looks a bit cold.

The other was frighteningly rich. The octagonal wooden lunch box had several layers. Inside was a layer of meat and a layer of vegetables, and there was also a bone soup boiled thick and white.

Liu Qi only took a cursory glance, and saw his favorite dishes such as braised pork with preserved vegetables, braised pork in brown sauce, fried bacon with bamboo shoots, and even rice with crab roe.

At this moment Jiang Ping set up the folding table in the room, and Liu Qi's dinner was neatly arranged on the table, while Jiang Ping lowered his head and concentrated on eating the egg fried rice in front of him.

He is very educated in eating, and it is a kind of enjoyment to look at. It stands to reason that he should sit in a luxurious restaurant and enjoy a big meal instead of eating cold rice here.

But he ate without complaining, and he didn't mean to grab Liu Qifan at all.

Liu Qi squeezed the chopsticks slightly, but couldn't eat them no matter what.

With his red lips pursed, he put down his chopsticks angrily, and said softly, "I can't eat this meal."

Jiang Ping paused, looked up at him, "What's wrong?"

The more Liu Qi talked, the more wronged she became, and she stomped her feet on the ground twice: "I've told you many times that I went on a diet during filming, why did you give me so much meat and vegetables?"

After speaking, he touched the smooth cheek flesh: "I'm all fat."

These words were simply made out of nothing, Liu Qi didn't have a trace of fat all over her body, it was so perfect that it made people sigh.

Jiang Ping carefully observed his face.

"It's nice to be a little fatter," he said in a tone that didn't seem to be consoling, but a standard statement of facts.

Liu Qi refused to listen, and pushed the braised pork and preserved pork towards Jiang Ping vigorously, saying outrageous words in her mouth continuously: "You eat it, you can make me look good when you are ugly."

Wen Yan Jiang Ping smiled helplessly, and said in a low voice, "You look the best."

His voice was too low and Liu Qi didn't hear clearly, just as he was about to ask, he saw him take the lunch box and start eating seriously.

Liu Qi finally breathed a sigh of relief, and stopped bothering him, and lowered her head to eat while it was hot.

Jiang Ping really had a big appetite, and quickly ate up several boxes of lunch. Liu Qi was very lucky to see that he had evened out a little, otherwise he would definitely not be full.

It seems that I have to find a way to improve his food in the future, it is not good to be hungry all day at a young age.

Just as he was thinking, Jiang Ping had already started to clear the table.

Liu Qi sat on the bed in embarrassment.

He really wanted to take a bath, but after the experience just now, he really didn't dare to go to the bathroom alone.

Today's tears are the gold that has been used up. If the ghost comes again, he really has nothing to do.

At present, it seems that the only way to be safe is to stay in the same room with Jiang Ping.