The actor with the actor

Shen Jing is now familiar with Cheng Yue, without any pretense, she raised her hand and took off her coat and sweater.

At this time, the temperature of the air conditioner in the room was quite high, and I couldn't feel the cold. After taking off the sweater, I lowered my head and started to unbutton the shirt.

Cheng Yue's eyes were not willing to leave Shen Jing's body the whole time, his heart was beating violently like a storm was coming.

Because of not being exposed to the sun all year round, the skin on Shen Jing's body is whiter than that on his face.

Probably because the character has a lot of fighting scenes, and the muscle lines that have been exercised since years ago are also maintained beautifully, without a trace of excess fat on the body.

Shen Jing put the shirt aside and fell on the bed.

Cheng Yue's heart was surging, and the picture in the dream appeared in his mind unconsciously.

Shen Jing at that time was the same as now, lying on his bed, looking like he was being slaughtered.

He couldn't help but start thinking about it, if only Shen Jing could take the initiative to rub him twice like a kitten.

"What's the wifi password in your room?" Shen Jing held the phone in his hand, ready to read and leave a message.

Cheng Yue's thoughts were pulled back to reality.

He put aside the unsightly fantasies in his mind, reported a password, and calmly reached into the drawer of the bedside table to find a small box of legendary special-effect Indian oil.

At that time, the lights in the alley were dim, and he didn't see the words on it clearly. He thought that this thing was like incense liquid, which could emit a tempting aroma when dripped in the humidifier, which would make the body soft and produce a certain fragrance. An indescribable desire.

This will take a closer look and find that it is used to spray on the vital organs of the human body!

Delay spray!

Fuck. Damn it, costume dramas are really harmful!

This is not an aphrodisiac at all!

Shen Jing glanced at the small bottle in his hand, not thinking too much.

Xinruowuqi seldom contacted him recently, sometimes he said he was traveling to the Maldives, and sometimes he said he was going on a business trip to the United States. In short, he rarely had time to go online.

The last post on Weibo is still a photo posted during the New Year. The colorful and gorgeous fireworks pierced the dark night sky, accompanied by a sentence: @沉景, happy new year, brother!

I don't know if it's because I have a new goal, so I have little time to pay attention to him.

Think about it, everyone has their own circle of life, it is impossible for fans to follow him for a lifetime, and they will leave one day to find new fun.

It's just that this little brain fan didn't walk away when his life was at its lowest point. Now that he finally has a new work, but he can't discuss it like before, he still feels somewhat disappointed.

Cheng Yue still couldn't bear the curiosity in his heart, opened the bottle of the oil, put it to his mouth and smelled it, smelled a smell of Chinese herbal medicine, and twisted it back.

"Why haven't you started yet?" Shen Jing couldn't wait any longer, "Is the essential oil expired?"

"Ah, no." Cheng Yue was taken aback, blurted out, and after realizing it, he was gutted.

This is just great.

Do you want to put delay spray on people?

Will there be any side effects?

"This... is to be dripped in the humidifier." Cheng Yueqiang said calmly, he was afraid that Shen Jing would suddenly become interested in essential oils, so let's take a look.

That way, a hundred mouths can't explain it clearly.

"Really? Don't you usually wipe it on people?" Shen Jing turned her head.

Cheng Yue was taken aback, "My product is quite special. It can make you feel refreshed and active when you smell it, and it also has the miraculous effect of calming your mind and helping you sleep."

"Oh, it sounds very high-end." Shen Jing lay back on his stomach again. Everything in Cheng Yue's house was quite high-end, and he didn't understand the world of the rich.

Cheng Yue heaved a sigh of relief, unscrewed the lid and poured a few drops into the humidifier, then unscrewed the lid and threw it into the drawer. The actions were done in one go, so smooth, that if there was a pause of 0.5 seconds, someone would just pick up the bottle and look at it.

"However, if you don't apply essential oil, can the muscles and bones in your back be unblocked?" Shen Jing asked.

"You think your blood vessels are sewers, and they still need to be unblocked!" Cheng Yue began to press down hard on the lower back of the person, making the bones and joints creak.

"Aww!—" Shen Jing screamed, and then laughed out loud.

"Is your waist bad? Why is it so loud?" Cheng Yue pressed up along the back of his spine again, and with a little force, there was another crisp and pleasant clicking sound.

"I'm almost running three, you say..." Shen Jing was pressed down and grunted, "Can I stop screaming at my waist?"

"Yes." If Shen Jing didn't mention this, Cheng Yue would have almost forgotten the age difference between himself and Shen Jing, "By the way, can you accept someone younger than you?"

"I can accept even demons, what do you think I can't accept." Shen Jing buried her head in the pillow and said in a muffled voice.

Cheng Yue curled his lips into a smile, and began to explore new areas with his palms.

Shen Jing's buttocks are quite upturned, and they are very elastic when pinched.

"Hey!" Shen Jing tensed the muscles on her body sensitively, "You don't need to pinch your butt."

"Oh." Cheng Yue's palms slid down to his thighs, and he pinched them hard through his pants.

"Aw!—" Shen Jing screamed again. If she didn't know, she might have thought that something unsuitable for children had happened in 302, "It's sour...so sour."

"Hey, it's right to be sore," Cheng Yue pressed his fingers on Shen Jing's thigh without moving away, "The more sour the place, the more you need to press it more, do you understand how to relax the meridians?"

As he said that, he pinched the man's thigh hard again.

After the intense soreness passed, the muscles were completely relaxed, and Shen Jing felt that his bones were pinched by Cheng Yue, and his body could turn into a pool of water, blending with the sheets and quilts.

"Be comfortable." Cheng Yue became more and more skillful, pressing Shen Jing's lower back like kneading dough.

Shen Jing lay on her stomach without making a sound, still maintaining the posture of swiping Weibo just now.

Cheng Yue glanced down at his phone and found that the screen was actually dark.

Fell asleep?

"Brother?" Cheng Yue did not change the strength of his hand, tilted his head, and shouted again in a low voice.

Shen Jing still didn't speak.

Cheng Yue raised his arm and shook it twice in front of Shen Jing's eyes, seeing that he didn't respond, his heart skipped a beat.

After rubbing the ground, he jumped up from the bed, rushed to 312 to explain to Xiao Li, and then called Yan Minghao to say that he would sleep in 312 tonight and was not allowed to go back to his room.

"Yo! What's the situation?" Yan Minghao couldn't help but want to gossip.

"Shen Jing fell asleep in the room, I'm too lazy to wake him up, let him sleep in my bed tonight." Cheng Yueqiang pretended to be calm and perfunctory.

"Yo..." Yan Minghao's voice was full of suspicion, but there was also a trace of indescribable joy, as if a farmer uncle who had worked hard for more than half a year tasted the joy of the autumn harvest, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"That's it, I'll hang up first." Cheng Yue said standing outside the door.

"Is there any advantage?" Yan Minghao thinks that even Cheng Yue's mansion will be able to succeed.

"Are you still human?" Cheng Yue gritted his teeth.

"Fifteen days of annual leave, I want to travel." Yan Minghao said.

"Deal." Cheng Yue gritted his molars and hung up the phone.

Cheng Yue tiptoed back to the room and closed the door behind him.

Shen Jing still maintained the same posture as before, sleeping soundly.

This shoot was very tiring, and Cheng Yue slept on the bed almost every day, completely adapted to the small bed in the small room of this small hotel.

He knelt and climbed onto the bed silently, tucked in the quilt for Shen Jing, and turned down the temperature of the air conditioner a little.

A small bed with a width of more than one meter is usually fine for one person to sleep alone, but it is extremely crowded when two grown men lie together.

Besides, Shen Jing was still lying in the middle, Cheng Yue could only lie on his side, his back was still exposed from the edge of the bed, but this did not affect his happy mood.

This was probably his happiest moment in so many years.

The mood is somewhat indescribable.

In addition to the ecstatic excitement and satisfaction, he was also a little uneasy, he was quite afraid that Shen Jing would wake up suddenly.

Cheng Yue raised his hand to turn off the chandelier in the room and replaced it with a small table lamp.

The warm lighting sets off the ambience of the whole room.

He held his breath and concentrated, carefully took away Shen Jing's cell phone, put it on the bedside, his eyes wandered unscrupulously between his face and neck.

Shen Jing's neck is slender and fair, and there is a small mole below the earlobe.

Cheng Yue raised his head, leaned over, and kissed his little mole lightly.

Shen Jing raised her hand and scratched the place where she was kissed, and turned sideways, facing Cheng Yue.

Cheng Yue's heart was beating wildly and restlessly, and hundreds of reasons flashed through his mind, including the excuse to keep him here for one night.

But Shen Jing didn't open her eyes, as if she had entered a deeper dreamland.

Cheng Yue breathed a sigh of relief.

He really hoped that this moment could become eternity, not just a dream. He desperately longed for the day when he could lie beside Shen Jing with peace of mind, without worrying that his eyes would follow others.

"I like you," Cheng Yue gently took Shen Jing's hand, put it to his lips and touched it, "I like you hopelessly."

Shen Jing breathed steadily, and even purred like a kitten.

"I hope you don't hate me," Cheng Yue whispered humblely and forbearingly, "It's better to like me, even if it's just a little bit."

Shen Jing didn't respond.

Cheng Yue had no choice but to assume that he was acquiescing, and groped for his mobile phone with his backhand, and took several photos of Shen Jing's sleeping face secretly.

After kissing the photo, I was very dissatisfied.

Twirling the slender bangs on Shen Jing's forehead with his fingertips, he said weakly, "Do you know that you look very good-looking when you sleep?"

"Eating is also beautiful, drinking water is also beautiful, and reading is also beautiful..." Cheng Yue's index finger moved to Shen Jing's lips, and nodded, "It's the best when you smile."

"The first time I saw you smile five years ago, I thought it was very attractive." Cheng Yue looked at him, "How can someone's eyes be like stars? After so many years, you haven't changed at all."

Shen Jing's breathing was slow and even.

Cheng Yue put his phone away, turned off the desk lamp, and gently wrapped his palms around him from behind.

I closed my eyes and waited for several seconds. Seeing that he didn't respond, I rubbed upwards along the long back groove, and touched the slightly protruding shoulder blades.

Shen Jing's skin was soft and smooth, Cheng Yue swallowed, and couldn't help leaning forward.

The moment his bare skin touched, his heart almost jumped out of his throat, and his breathing became heavier and heavier.

Shen Jing's body temperature was neither high nor low, and there were small waves in his heart.

The lower body gradually responded.

Cheng Yue closed his eyes, wanting to stab himself to death.

He knew very well that he was not dreaming at this moment, but did he really want to take a flight in front of Shen Jing?

Not so good.

The two villains fought in their minds for a long time, but their right hands still slipped into their underwear calmly.

There is some fear mixed with desire, it is the first time that Cheng Yuechang has played such an exciting game at such a big age.

I have to say, it was an amazing experience.

The one you caress with your palm is the person you like, and the other person's face will naturally appear in your mind.

Holding your breath, you can still hear the other party's thin breathing.

When Shen Jing's warm breath swept over his ears, it was like a hundred claws hooking the heart.

He wished he could wrap him tightly in his arms and serve him, regardless of whether he could get up tomorrow.

He really hoped to get Shen Jing's response.

Want to ask for more.

In this kind of almost crazy fantasy, waves of pleasure rushed up, breaking his rationality, and Cheng Yue's breath gradually became heavier.

Finally, with a muffled snort, he let out his breath.

His body was hot, his eyes were full of lust, but his thoughts were gradually pulled back to reality.

After recovering, he got up and walked to the bathroom.

Cheng Yue has never been tempted by anyone since he was a child, and he has never felt this kind of feeling that he can completely ignore it for one person.

I don't know how the appreciation and admiration at the beginning evolved into such a strong possessive desire today.

He squatted on the cold tiled floor of the shower.

Unscrewed the shower head.

I regret my actions just now, but I am more satisfied.