The sick and weak beauty is caught in the infinite Shura field

There is no original work for this play, and the script is also a small screenplay sold to an investment company, and the right to adapt it is in their hands.

So Jian Yanxi can change it at will.

After coming in, Lin Zhaoyun read Jian Yanxi's revised notebook.

His character design has indeed been slightly changed, but Lin Zhaoyun, who has no experience in this area, can't see where the changes are.

"The original rather active way of hooking up has been replaced."

"Now be more subtle, just like you used to tick."

Jian Yanxi pointed to the changes and explained to Lin Zhaoyun: "That is, you don't need to take the initiative to tick, but just as usual."

Lin Zhaoyun: "..."

Hearing this word, Lin Zhaoyun's ears were all red, and his naturally hanging fingertips twisted the hem of his clothes.

What is the original tick?

Only the assistant director, cameraman and radio master were on the scene, and everyone else was blocked from the outside, but this made people feel even more shameful.

It's not as good as there are more people, but it doesn't have such a sense of privacy.

"Remember what happened last night?"

"And the time when he hooked me last time." Jian Yanxi stared at his face, moved a little closer, and said slowly.

Lin Zhaoyun's face turned red at what he said.

Fearing that he would say something again, he quickly corrected him: "It's time for an interview."

"I understand……"

……

"You're really interesting. You hooked me up, but you turned red in the end."

The corners of Bo Zhiqiu's lips curled up in disdain, and the palm he pressed very hard revealed his completely opposite reaction from his face.

Lin Zhaoyun's fingers were red, and he tore Bo Zhiqiu's shirt out of his trousers in a panic.

The palms were slowly attached to the tight belly, as if they were going to move down.

"Hiss." Lin Zhaoyun lowered his head and looked at the place where they touched each other, but felt rapid breathing from the top of his head.

Slowly raising his head, his gaze met Bo Zhiqiu's, who stared at him burningly, Lin Zhaoyun subconsciously licked his lips.

This drama is 19R, in addition to being adult-oriented, it also has some horror and novelty.

Although it is not a genuine third-level film, except for the key parts, it will roughly shoot some pictures with a very artistic composition.

It is a combination of desire and beauty.

However, Jian Yanxi never shoots adult-oriented works that look obscene and have no taste for sex.

"Ok, this shot is over, let's prepare for the next shot."

NG three times in a row. For the third time, Lin Zhaoyun's round fingers trembled. He thought he was going to NG, but he passed.

Jian Yanxi repeatedly looked at the scene just now, and confirmed that it was ok.

The next shot is of Lin Zhaoyun unbuttoning himself and taking off the belt. The shot is taken from behind and down, and the moment when the trousers come down from the thin white legs is captured.

The camera can only see his pale pink calf and pink heel, and at the last second of the camera, the round toes are still somewhat awkward to hook the trouser legs that have slipped off.

But Lin Zhaoyun didn't understand what Jian Yanxi meant by "easy to vomit" at first.

Know it now.

It is easy to be talked about.

The second shot is Bo Zhiqiu supporting Lin Zhaoyun towards the wall with both hands. The camera is behind Bo Zhiqiu. His clothes are still on, but his shirt is pulled out of his belt and loose.

He was almost well-dressed, but there were a pair of shapely snow-white calves coiled around his waist.

Although it looks like Lin Zhaoyun is not wearing anything in the camera, he is actually wearing a pair of thin flesh-colored underpants, which are much thicker and keep a safe distance.

The first few times, Lin Zhaoyun and Bo Zhiqiu didn't cooperate well once, and he almost knocked him down.

This time, the leg almost fell off, and it was NG again.

Lin Zhaoyun was a little weak, and was about to slide down just after being NG, but Bo Zhiqiu caught him quickly.

He looked at Lin Zhaoyun with his eyelids slightly closed: "Lin Zhaoyun, relax, I can hold it up, don't be so tense, relax a little, it will be more comfortable, trust me."

"Do you still want to act?" Bo Zhiqiu suddenly asked seriously.

Lin Zhaoyun's black eyelashes trembled: "Thought..."

"Then listen to me and relax."

Getting ready again, Jian Yanxi played the board herself.

"Chapter 68, first shot, open."

This time Lin Zhaoyun relaxed a little bit, but his legs were still tightly twisted, because the camera is behind Bo Zhiqiu, and tightening is a means of expression.

In the camera, the snow-white soles of the feet and fingers are all red.

Later, the whole body exudes a thin layer of red, as if the whole body is red.

"It's over, this mirror is over."

Jian Yanxi's words sounded, and Lin Zhaoyun, as if being pardoned, gently pushed Bo Zhiqiu: "Mr. Bo, put me down quickly..."

But Bo Zhiqiu was half a beat behind: "I don't feel sorry for you, do I?"

Lin Zhaoyun, who was already blushing, suddenly became even hotter: "No, no."

In fact, although he was fleshy and played a cushioning role, Bo Zhiqiu was lean, with a big frame, and his abdominal muscles were well trained, which really hurt him a bit.

He almost touched the opponent's abs with his hand.

"How does it feel?"

Lin Zhaoyun suddenly raised his eyes to look at him: "What?"

The slender waist under the tiger's mouth seemed to tremble, Bo Zhiqiu lifted his sharp jaw, his eyes stopped on Lin Zhaoyun's pursed lips: "I said, abdominal muscles."

Seeing him stunned, he chuckled while holding his Adam's apple: "It's not bad, isn't it?"

Lin Zhaoyun was almost sweating from embarrassment, his eyelashes were drooping, and he stammered: "Very, very powerful, Mr. Bo usually pays attention to exercise..."

"You are also great."

Lin Zhaoyun: "What's so amazing..."

Bo Zhiqiu praised seriously: "It's very soft."

Lin Zhaoyun: "..."

He suspected that Bo Zhiqiu was conspiring against him.

……

Jian Yanxi stared at the replay, watched it over and over again, showing no expression at first, but suddenly frowned at the end.

Lin Zhaoyun was getting off from Bo Zhiqiu's hands, and was putting on his pants and T-shirt behind his back, when Jian Yanxi suddenly got up and said to them, "Don't put them on, there's a shot to be added, and there's another shot behind, you don't want to wear it all day today." Don't try to wear it."

Lin Zhaoyun: "..."

Jian Yanxi watched it many times, but always felt that something was missing.

After watching No.20 again, I finally know what the shortcomings are.

He called Bo Zhiqiu and Lin Zhaoyun aside.

The three of them walked to the wall where Bo Zhiqiu hugged Lin Zhaoyun just now, Jian Yanxi stretched out his fingers suddenly, and brushed Lin Zhaoyun's hair away: "The hair styling room will let your hair be parted a little later, just leave it a little bit, if you want Take a close-up."

Lin Zhaoyun nodded, thinking it was just a close-up, nothing more.

"Then you have to give the camera an expression..."

Jian Yanxi was talking, and Bo Zhiqiu was also listening. After a few words, Lin Zhaoyun's whole face turned red, and the more he listened, the more dazed he became, and he couldn't understand the last few words.

Bo Zhiqiu's eyes twitched violently, his mouth felt dry, and he said after a while, "I'm fine."

Strike while the iron is hot, Bo Zhiqiu took a sip of mint water, Lin Zhaoyun only took a sip of the water to make his lips wet, and went on stage again.

He was supported against the wall again, the camera was hung high, and it was aimed directly at Lin Zhaoyun's face.

Just now Jian Yanxi only said to make up one shot, all he needed was for Lin Zhaoyun to look up to the camera on top after a certain action with his face flushed and tears in the corners of his eyes.

"I need you to shed some tears. It's better to have a red face. It's best if the whole body can be red. If not, I'll give you some blush."

No need at all.

Lin Zhaoyun couldn't relax his body just now, his body was stiff, and his legs had been exerting force all the time.

Now his snow-white face is covered with thin powder, and his scalp is numb with shame, the corners of his eyes are drooping, his eyelashes are always shaking, and his lips are pursed, and there are a little more moist tears in the corners of his eyes.

In the end, he opened his mouth slightly, trembling, and let out a long breathing sound with a muffled breath, without even retracting his tongue.

【What the hell are you doing? 】

【Wo Cao, my wife, help me, I'm dying! 】

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!My wife is so cute! 】

[Help, I exploded! !This is the face of my wife after being raped and then fucked! 】

[You have a lot of blocking words upstairs, but I think the same as you! 】

Originally there were few people, but now the shed is extremely quiet.

Jian Yanxi's voice was a little hurried: "OK, this one is over."

As if she had found something extremely interesting, Jian Yanxi added, "Very good." Holding the script, she ran to see how these scenes should connect.

Jian Yanxi is known for being indifferent and reticent when she wakes up. It is rare for her to be so irritable except for admonishing others.

"Come here, take a look at this part, it's a good shot."

Lin Zhaoyun put on a coat stiffly, complaining to 886 in his heart: It's really weird...

886: [Indeed. 】

Lin Zhaoyun: Do you feel strange too?

886: [A bit. 】

Seeing that Lin Zhaoyun's whole body was red, like a shrimp that had been cooked, 886 didn't say: He had watched too much before.

He has seen it all.

He is a leader who has seen the world.

Bo Zhiqiu also came over, put his arms around Lin Zhaoyun's shoulders, and bent over to look together.

It happened to be the last scene in the camera, the pretty little face, the broken bangs made a little bit of sweat soaked, half scattered and half stuck to the forehead, trembling eyelashes and exhaling in a daze.

When looking at the camera with their eyelashes curled up, the two people who were watching the video with their probes close were both suffocating, and their pupils seemed to shrink.

Lin Zhaoyun was so embarrassed that he stammered and explained: "This place is a bit uncomfortable being squeezed by Teacher Bo, that's why."

Before Lin Zhaoyun made this expression, Bo Zhiqiu just lowered his head and leaned on the opponent's shoulder to breathe, so he didn't see this expression.

He followed Jian Yanxi to look again, his eyes fell on the other's pink face, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

"Okay, let's take a shot..." Lin Zhaoyun even wanted to reach out to block it.

Jian Yanxi was sitting all the time, while Lin Zhaoyun and Bo Zhiqiu were standing. After one broadcast, the monitor went black for a few seconds, and Lin Zhaoyun's narrow waist was reflected on the black mirror.

The skin seemed to have been bumped into a large area of ​​red.

Because it is very white, it is extremely obvious.

Jian Yanxi suddenly took a closer look: "Why is it so red, allergies?"

His face was already pink, hearing his question, Lin Zhaoyun quickly curled his fingers around the jacket: "No, it was, it was Teacher Bo who hit him..."

To prepare for the next shot, Lin Zhaoyun hurried away.

Jian Yanxi was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to regain his senses, and his eyes returned to the display screen. After a while, he shouted to the crowd: "Chapter 86 and the last shot."

Bo Zhiqiu was leaning against the bed with a cigarette in his mouth, and Lin Zhaoyun leaned on him cautiously, pursing his lips and slightly closing his eyelids, his eyelashes were still trembling, as if he was thinking about something.

Seeing Lin Zhaoyun like this, Bo Zhiqiu gave a "tsk" sound and suddenly asked, "Which one did you tick?"

Lin Zhaoyun was about to go to bed, when he was asked this way, he showed a very aggrieved expression.

"I, I didn't seduce anyone..."

Bo Zhiqiu obviously didn't believe it, but he didn't say it out. He knocked out the cigarette butt: "Go to sleep, I still have work tomorrow."

In the dead of night, there was almost no human voice in the ancient town, Lin Zhaoyun gradually felt sleepy, skin and flesh pressed against Bo Zhiqiu, and slowly fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, there was only a bedside table lamp left on the bedside, and the top of the bed was a few squares of red gauze, occasionally dangling on the big mahogany bed.

The pure ancient homestay is slightly damp, even the quilt is damp, and when the toes are stretched down, they will retract subconsciously.

At 12:30 in the middle of the night, Lin Zhaoyun was woken up, got out of bed and walked to the bathroom with dim eyes.

He washed his hands carefully, scrubbing between his fingers very clean.

Still sleepy, he was still a little tired, and felt weak from the waist down. After washing his hands and turning off the faucet, he slowly raised his head.

The mirror is facing the glass window, and the street outside can be vaguely seen.

Under Lin Zhaoyun's sight, a face slowly entered the mirror silently.

Black and blue face, long fangs.

"what……!"

Lin Zhaoyun fell to the ground, stepped on the wet green brick floor, slipped his ankle a few times on it, and fell back several times in a row.

The blue-faced, fang-toothed face outside the window seemed to glance at him, and slowly left.

Bo Zhiqiu knocked on the door: "What's wrong?"

walk in with him

The light in the bathroom was blue and white, and Lin Zhaoyun's beautiful face seemed to be much fairer than usual.

He squatted in a corner with his legs curled up, his forehead was full of sweat, and his lips were parted: "Yes, there are ghosts!"

Bo Zhiqiu frowned, and opened the window with a "chi" sound, but there was nothing outside.

At this point the camera pans down.

On the bluestone slab below the window sill, there was a string of wet footprints.

……

Even though there were only a few shots, the sky was already dark after the shooting, and the road was not too bright when we went back to the villa.

There are forests on both sides of this section of the road, which is a bit gloomy, but Lin Zhaoyun's heart is still full of that blue face with fangs.

Lin Zhaoyun suddenly remembered the wet footprints outside the door when he got up in the middle of the night last night, and suddenly felt the cool wind blowing into his trousers, as if something strangled his ankle in an instant.

Tighten your back.

The more Lin Zhaoyun tried not to look around, the more disobedient his eyes became.

The small open space on the right, he suddenly remembered, was the place where he saw a figure during the power-on ceremony.

Thinking of it this way, he couldn't help it even more.

His eyes moved involuntarily.

Lin Zhaoyun's footsteps would stay where he was, and his mind went blank.

The mask with the blue face and fangs just now was hung on the tree next to the open space, slowly swaying, the shadows left and right, and the face is like a shadow.

Suddenly someone patted him from behind, and he almost flew up in fright: "Ah...!"

Turning his head, Ikeno stood behind him.

"scared you?"

Lin Zhaoyun's face was pale, he pursed his lips and shook his head, looking back, the mask was gone.

"You have an intimate scene today?" Chi Ye followed Lin Zhaoyun forward.

Lin Zhaoyun clung to him intentionally or unintentionally, because Chi Ye's slightly rough facial features made people feel safe in the dark.

"It seems that Teacher Bo is very serious and hardworking."

"what……?"

He seemed to be in the act, he really regarded himself as a spare tire, with sour jealousy, he ignited the narrow waist and abdomen under the hem of the clothes blown up by the wind.

"Here, it's still very red."