The actor is a licking dog

08.

Qin Feng turned around and stood in front of Anke, lowering his eyelashes to look over.

In the night, Anke grabbed his hand, the fingernails were painted black, and together with the pair of black leather gloves, the fingers were white, like ceramics.

Want to crush.

Qin Feng held his hand back with such strength that An Ke frowned in pain.

Pulling his wrist hard, Anke staggered and fell into Qin Feng's arms.

The mandible was held violently, and he was forced to look up. The curvature of the back of the neck had reached its limit, and the throat stretched like it was being torn.

The leather gloves rubbed over every inch of the facial skin, Anke's cheeks seemed to be bruised, and the burning pain made him excited and dizzy.

He stared intently at this extremely oppressive man, with obsession and longing in his eyes.

He grabbed Qin Feng's straight coat collar and leaned forward to kiss him, but Qin Feng grabbed his hair and pulled him a little away.

"Why?" Anke murmured to express her dissatisfaction, and the next second her lips were held down by leather gloves.

"Hush——" Qin Feng subtly shook his head at him, the silver chain on the mirror leg swayed slightly, and swayed into Anke's eyes, turning into tiny spots of light.

Qin Feng bowed his head and approached, like a leopard looking for the breath of its prey, elegant and dangerous.

Through the thin cold air in the winter night, while using his sharpest eyes to linger on Chi Anke's skin, he also exudes charming hormones, luring the prey to step into the trap willingly for him.

An Ke was deeply seduced, but every time he wanted to lean in to kiss the thin lips that were close at hand, the next second he would be pulled by the other party's hair and forced to keep a slight distance.

"do not move."

The command of a man is colder than the wind on a winter night.

The icy chain of glasses fell down with Qin Feng's attack again, passed over Anke's hot cheeks, past his fluttering eyelashes, and when it touched his lips, Anke rolled the chain between his lips with the tip of his tongue.

Qin Feng leaned over and pressed against his forehead.

The hand pinching Anke's chin exerted a little force, forcing the other's lips to open, the eye chains fell out, and then Qin Feng's warm lips came over.

"Next time, don't drink."

When Qin Feng spoke, his lips rubbed against each other slightly, causing an ambiguous and provocative itch.

Anke blinked and blinked, but before he could react, the man had already let go of him, strode towards the street entrance, and finally disappeared into the cold winter night.

09.

For the next week, Qin Feng didn't show up again.

Just when Anke was about to lose his patience, the number he had saved in his address book early in the morning appeared on his caller ID.

"Guanlan Coffee, the small hall on the second floor, wear women's clothes, I'll wait for you."

It was Qin Feng's voice.

Anke was so excited that she immediately got up from the bed and rummaged through the cabinets to find clothes.

I changed the skirts one after another, and the wigs changed one after another, and finally wore a khaki suede A-line skirt with the same color stiletto boots, and a black cashmere coat on the outside, and I was excited out for an appointment.

Compared with the women's attire she usually wears for performances in bars, this attire is quite well-behaved, and it should be up to the grade of a cafe.

When he stood at the door of the small hall, he rubbed his sweaty palms on the hem of his skirt before he dared to open the door and go in.

It turned out that not only Qin Feng was there, but also a tall and handsome man standing in front of the glass window, with his back to the door, staring at the street outside in a daze.

Hearing the movement, the man turned around, and Enke was taken aback.

He had seen this face in many advertisements, magazines, and film and television dramas, so it was hard to know him or not.

"He Boyan!" An Ke's eyes widened in disbelief, "I'm sorry, are you He Boyan?"

"En." He Boyan nodded, stretched out his hand to shake him, turned around and sat down beside Qin Feng, "Is this the actor you're looking for?"

"Yes," Qin Feng leaned back in the chair, looked at Enke's outfit today from top to bottom, but said to He Boyan, "What do you think of the appearance?"

"Well, it's okay." He Boyan shrugged, looking a little absent-minded, "Old Qin, you know, except for that person, everyone else is the same to me."

Only then did Qin Feng turn his head to look over and said, "Are you still looking for Xiaojian?"

"Of course," He Boyan said, "you have worked with him before, you should know how suitable he is for the role of Chen Nuo. Of course, we have been preparing for this movie for so long, and I have been looking for him for so long, I know the importance. As long as the actor looks suitable, I have no objection."

Qin Feng said: "You are one of the investors, so I should show you."

Anke listened to them talking there, poking himself aside completely became the background board, occasionally glanced at by them, like a commodity waiting to be sold.

He is embarrassed.

He obviously has no interest in such things as acting, but because of this man who doesn't know anything about it, what happened?

Bring shame on yourself.

Just as he was about to leave, He Boyan got up to say goodbye. When he passed by Anke, his footsteps paused slightly, and he softly said "Come on".

An Ke didn't want to cheer at all, he just wanted to find an answer from Qin Feng for his unusual behavior these few times.

10.

In the small private room, only he and Qin Feng were left.

Qin Feng pushed a cup of Americano coffee in front of him and said, "Sit down, let's talk about the characters."

"Oh." Anke sat opposite him, took a sip from the cup, it was so bitter that he frowned.

"Not used to it? Then I'll ask the waiter to order something else for you."

Qin Feng was about to ring the service bell at the corner of the table, but An Ke pressed his hand and clenched it tightly, his heart fluttered, but he still mustered up the courage to speak out what he had held back for a long time.

"Let's put the coffee thing aside for now. Let's be smart and not whisper. I have a crush on you, are you willing?"

After finishing speaking, he felt that there was ambiguity again, so he quickly added an explanation.

"I'm stupid. What I said doesn't seem to have such a deep meaning. We are all grown men, you should understand. Whether you are successful or not, give me a good word, and don't always hang my appetite."

After speaking all at once, the messy emotions that had been suppressed in his chest for many days disappeared.

Only the eyes still showed a trace of anticipation and tension.

Qin Feng glanced at the hand he was holding tightly to his, and then slowly fixed his gaze on Anke's delicate and beautiful face.

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" An Ke didn't understand, "If I'm not sure, why am I still asking you?"

Qin Feng shook his head and didn't answer. He just got up and walked out. Seeing that Anke was still in a daze, he beckoned to him: "Follow me, I'll give you a chance to revise your answer."

11.

Qin Feng took him to a private club.

In his opinion, this kind of place has a high-end atmosphere and a quiet and quiet environment, which is more suitable for rich people like Qin Feng to spend money and enjoy it.

But it is nothing more than a tall bar that pays for service.

But when Qin Feng led him through a small garden into the backyard building and down to the basement floor, Anke realized that he was wrong.

It was a world he had never seen before.

In the brightly lit hall, there were many fair and slender young girls kneeling. They were either bound or blindfolded. Their naked chests were clamped by various nipple clips and their genitals were strangled. Some of them were stuffed with a spherical mouth gag, and the saliva flowed down their chins, wetting the carpet under them.

Seeing Qin Feng coming out of the elevator, a waiter in a white shirt and black vest respectfully stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Qin, long time no see. Today..."

"No need," Qin Feng interrupted, pulling An Ke who was stunned by the elevator to his side, and said to the waiter, "I'll take him to watch the show."

"Okay, please go to the golden hall, where the performance has just begun." The waiter smiled and bowed, then turned and led the way.

Anke walked stiffly past those teenagers and girls kneeling on both sides of the red carpet, seeing them shackled like dogs, obedient and obedient, an indescribable complex emotion surged in his heart.

He was taken into a room similar to a small movie theater hall, with stepped seats and a small stage at the bottom, about the size of the prince he performed in a bar.

The light in the room was dim, but only the small square was brightly illuminated. Every move, every expression, and every detail of the movement of the people on the stage could not be hidden under the strong light.

Encore took a seat on the top floor to watch the so-called "performance" in Qin Feng's mouth.

It was a brutal sex full of insults, not only physical violence and masochism, but also spiritual domination and submission.

Every time the person on the stage raised the whip and whipped it down, with a "pop", Anke's nerves throbbed violently, as if the whip had really hit his flesh.

He wanted to scream, but every cell in his body was screaming, trembling, and excited.

He really wanted to let the whip whip on himself.

He thought he had the answer.

In the darkness, the man's undisguised sternness overwhelmed him, "Are you sure?"

An Ke stared blankly at the stage below, and suddenly, he turned around and grabbed Qin Feng's collar, like a small beast, biting at his long-awaited prey.