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Wang Ping was on the verge of getting ill, just now Ji walked around on the bed, although nothing happened, but just as he was talking, Wang Ping...

Stand proudly.

Wang Ping tightly closed his eyes, took a deep breath of the cold air in the room, trying to calm himself down and suppress his reaction.

However, the colder the air Wang Ping breathed, the hotter he could feel Ji Zuo's tight shackles on his body.

Ji Zuo held him with his wrists across his waist, the beating pulse at his wrist seemed to be clear and palpable, every time the pulse beat, a warm current would rush down.

Wang Ping usually does not have the habit of DIYing himself when he has nothing to do. The long-term backlog of consequences is that Wang Ping feels more and more uncomfortable, his legs unconsciously kicked, and his toes scratched the bed sheet.

"Brother Wang Ping." Feeling Wang Ping's movements, Ji Zou was a little worried, "What's wrong? Still cold? Can't sleep?"

This person's worries all turned into steam and rushed to Wang Ping's ears.

Wang Ping closed his eyes hard, and pushed Ji Zuo's wrist: "...can you let me go."

"What's the matter, do you feel too tight?" Ji Zuo didn't let go for a moment.

"No, I think..." Wang Ping tightly closed his eyes, as if he was enduring something.

"You want...?" Ji Zuo frowned, his words filled with worry.

"I want... I want to go to the toilet." Wang Ping couldn't bear it any longer. He lifted Ji Zuo's arm and jumped up from his arms. He rushed to the toilet without wearing slippers.

"Drink too much water, I can't hold it in!"

"boom--"

The two voices sounded together, and Wang Ping rushed into the toilet, closed the door, and fell directly on the cold tiles of the toilet—his legs were so weak that he couldn't stand up at all.

Panting lightly, Wang Ping raised one hand and grabbed the crossbar of the bathroom locker door.

The light-colored light in the bathroom shone down, illuminating Wang Ping's pink fingernails.

"Um……"

Following the rhythmic rhythm, Wang Ping's fingers gripping the bar became tighter and tighter. He raised his neck, opened his mouth slightly, and groaned unconsciously.

He has also saved for a long time, but it will not come slowly.

Wang Ping's nails scraped across the crossbar, and as soon as he accelerated, he heard Ji Zou's voice outside the door: "Brother Wang Ping, are you still okay?"

"..."

"Brother Wang Ping?"

With this shout, the door was pushed and made a soft noise.

Wang Ping was about to cry, so he could only distract himself from answering his question: "Ma... right away..."

At that moment, I don't know if it was to retaliate for his inattention, Wang Ping's whole body also reached a critical point.

Wang Ping straightened his back suddenly, and the hand holding the crossbar was so hard that it seemed to bend the crossbar. He opened his mouth, but all the voices were suppressed into his throat.

It lasted for about a minute, and Wang Ping lost all his strength, and fell backwards, and his hands fell from the crossbar.

Wang Ping sat blankly for a while, raised his hand to touch his face, and then covered his eyes.

What the hell is going on...

Ji Zuo said that he likes him, but he hasn't given an answer yet, and the result is... so embarrassing.

but……

But for so many years, Wang Ping has never liked anyone, and no one has liked him. He only found out when Ji went to kiss him——

He had clamored for a sweet love before, but the truth was that Wang Ping didn't even know what "like" meant.

Wang Ping let go of his hands covering his face, hugged his knees, and stared at the tile floor, a little dazed.

What should I do... I'm really worried...

·

Wang Ping sat on the tiled floor for a while, and after his body cooled down and he felt calm, he tidied up the bathroom a bit.

Wang Ping still remembers the setting for himself to go to the toilet. There is no silver 300 taels here, he pressed the toilet, washed his hands, tidied his clothes, and then went out.

As soon as Wang Ping opened the door, he saw Ji Zuo standing against the wall.

Wang Ping: "..."

Ji Zou was looking at his mobile phone, but when he heard the door ring, he closed his mobile phone, looked at Wang Ping and frowned: "Why did you go in for so long?"

Wang Ping and him at the same time: "You have been at the door???"

The tacit understanding between the two was so good that they were silent after asking.

Then Wang Ping asked again: "Did you hear any strange sounds just now?"

He still controlled himself in it just now.

But everyone is in that state! ! !How is it possible to know if you have made a sound? !

Ji Zuo frowned, wondering: "The strange voice means...?"

Wang Ping carefully judged Ji Zuo's expression, and heaved a sigh of relief - he probably didn't hear it.

"That's it." Wang Ping said as he walked towards the bed, "Sound of stomach ache, um, maybe I have caught a cold and have diarrhea."

Wang Ping walked to the edge of the bed, regardless of whether Ji Zou looked at him, he just pulled off the quilt and wrapped him in.

But during the time he was in the bathroom, Ji Zuo was not on the bed, and the heat had already dissipated.

Wang Ping lay under the quilt, shivering from the cold, and tugged at the side of the pillow a little sadly—do you have any vision, and you can't come to hug yourself.

Wang Ping: "..."

What are you! ! !If you can't figure out anything, you have to hug Ji Zou, can you still show some face!

Wang Ping's own introspection just started, and a warm embrace pulled him into his arms.

Before Wang Ping had time to feel comfortable, he felt the fingertips of one hand raised up, resting on his stomach.

Ji Zou probed lightly, and said in Wang Ping's ear, "Is this where it hurts? Shall I rub it for you?"

"..."

As soon as Ji walked over, Wang Ping felt that the warm current that he had just solved was endless, and it began to rush to the place he felt embarrassed again.

Wang Ping's eyes were quick, and he grabbed Ji Zuo's wrist and threw his hand back.

"Stop messing around! I'm going to bed!"

·

When Wang Ping threw away Ji Zou's paw, he thought that he would have to struggle for at least a few hours before falling asleep, or that going to the bathroom would have to happen again.

But in fact, just 2 minutes after he threw Ji Zou's hand away, Wang Ping's eyes closed.

Ji Zuo was warm in his arms, he had been exhausted all day, and he was so sleepy, in his warm arms, he had a good night's dream.

The next day, Wang Ping woke up naturally after sleeping until he subconsciously arched his back, but instead of arching into any firm embrace, he pressed a flat object under his body.

Wang Ping reached out to touch it, and took out a hot water bottle that was still a little hot.

Wang Ping, who had just woken up, was staring blankly at the hot water bottle when he heard the door of his room "drop".

Wang Ping raised his eyelids and saw Ji Zuo walking in with a bag of breakfast.

When Ji Zou saw Wang Pingping, he gave a slight smile and started laughing: "Are you awake? Have you slept enough?"

Wang Ping was still in a dream, not awake, but he always felt that this scene was a bit strange, so he silently got up from the bed and leaned on the head of the bed to watch Ji Zou.

Ji Zou put the breakfast on the low table, picked up the small table board transported back from Sichuan, put it on Wang Ping's lap, and gave him mouthwash and a trash can.

Wang Ping took the mouthwash and rinsed his mouth, watching Ji Zuo take out the breakfast and put it on the small table.

Ji Zuo set up breakfast, put away the tableware, and handed the chopsticks to Wang Ping: "It's cold outside, you should eat before getting up."

Wang Ping took the chopsticks to wake up a little bit, looked down at the breakfast, and asked casually, "Why do you get up so early?"

Wang Ping looked around at the breakfast, which was rich enough, including egg-filled pancakes, soy milk, buns, tea eggs, vegetable porridge, and pickles.

"Yeah." Ji Zuo was silent for a while, and said, "Go back and solve my personal problems, and buy breakfast by the way."

Wang Ping finally chose the egg-filled biscuit. He looked in through the opening. This egg-filled biscuit was quite luxurious, with ham sausage and shredded potatoes added.

Satisfied, Wang Ping lifted up the egg-filled biscuit and took a bite. He didn't know whether he was stunned from eating or sleeping. He followed Ji's words and asked casually:

"What personal matter."

Ji Zuo's Adam's apple rolled, but he didn't make any sound.

Wang Ping didn't wait for the answer, and he didn't forget to bite the egg and fill the pancake, and asked diligently, "Why don't you talk?"

Ji Zuo sighed slightly, picked up a steamed bun on the table, shook it with his fingertips, and raised his eyes: "Brother Wang Ping, what do you think is a personal problem?"

How would I know—

Wang Ping wanted to answer this way.

But he swallowed the egg-filled biscuit just now, and he suddenly realized what Ji Zuo was talking about.

Morning, boys, what more personal questions can there be? ? ? ?

A streak of red started from Wang Ping's collarbone, and finally spread to his forehead. Wang Ping held the egg-filled pancake under the quilt, and it turned red into a beautiful Boston lobster.

"You! Stop talking!!!"

Wang Ping panicked and took a big mouthful of the egg-filled biscuit. He didn't bite through the ham sausage, and dragged out a long piece of it.

In the mouth, it's so strange to die! ! ! ! !

Wang Ping put down the egg-filled biscuits and replaced them with a bowl of vegetable porridge, completely giving up eating them.

·

Ji Zuo confirmed that Wang Ping didn't eat egg-filled pancakes, so he exchanged the bun for him—as a result, Ji Zuo took a bite of the bun just now, and Wang Ping couldn't put his mouth down, and finally ate the whole bun with his eyes closed.

Waking up early in the morning, the atmosphere was weird. Wang Ping followed Ji Zou all the way to the dressing room in embarrassment, and laughed when he pushed the door open.

Wang Ping's make-up artist looked up and saw Wang Ping coming in, and said with a smile: "Oh, Pingping is here, thank you Pingping for giving us the room last night, otherwise it would be really cold to death."

"You're welcome." Wang Ping said, "It should."

"Plain is the best." The makeup artist got up and pushed him into the dressing room, "Then go and change first, and come out later to put on handsome makeup for you."

The dressing room at the Xueshan base is quite simple, separated from the dressing room by a curtain, and you can hear voices outside after entering—"Teacher Tao is also very nice, saying that the lottery will decide where to sleep on the bed, and finally squeezed the floor with us."

This is not the key.

The point is, in the dressing room here, there are only rows of costumes, but there is no separation that allows people to get in and change clothes!

As soon as Ji walked in, he was dragged away by his dressmaker. Now, he and Wang Ping are facing each other by a few rows of hangers.

It's just - everything at a glance! ! !

"Mr. Wang, good morning." Wang Ping's dressmaker came over.

"Morning." Wang Ping asked, "Teacher, isn't there even a place to change in the locker room here?"

"The dressing room hasn't been repaired yet, the one with the cubicle is for the girls." The costumer laughed, "We Wang Ping is a gentleman, so we don't mind."

Wang Ping: "..."

Wang Ping glanced at Ji Zou who was taking off his coat, and said in a low voice, "Then... then can we go to a deeper place to change?"

"Yo, are you shy?"

"Is it respect for personal privacy, okay!!!"

Obviously shy!

The dressmaker shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "But the clothes are put in there, come with me."

Wang Ping hurriedly followed and walked to the end of the room—he and Ji Zuo stood at two corners of the room. As we all know, a diagonal line is the longest distance in a rectangle.

But even though it was so far away, Wang Ping could still see everything clearly when he looked towards Ji Zuo.

Ji Zou was already unbuttoning his shirt, and one end of his thin collarbone was exposed. Coupled with his cold and ascetic eyebrows, it made people even more impulsive——

What the hell! !

Wang Ping wanted to watch Ji go, but he couldn't justifiably look at it. He glanced at it, wandered away for three seconds, and then glanced back.

Wang Ping's costumer has already taken out the clothes and has a lot to say about the suit.

Costume designer: "It took me a long time to choose the fabric for this dress. It is especially suitable for your hot spring scene today."

Wang Ping didn't hear a word, and as soon as he glanced at Ji Zou's side, his eyes met Ji Zou's.

Ji Zuo threw away his shirt, and his collarbone was covered by the rack, so he couldn't see anything; he saw Wang Ping looking at him, and smiled at Wang Ping.

Wang Ping: "..."

Getting caught peeping is really—

Wang Ping turned his head suddenly, so hard that he almost lost his neck.

The costumer didn't notice these undercurrents at all, and was still talking endlessly: "It's very beautiful to enter the water, and it's guaranteed to be half-covered with a pipa—the artistic effect is absolutely amazing."

·

Wang Ping was so embarrassed that he didn't chat with Ji Zou until he put on his makeup. He lowered his head and studied the script carefully without giving Ji Zou any look.

Two hours later, the two actors appeared in a natural cave at the base with complete make-up and hair.

The snow mountain base is also almost all exterior scenes, with all kinds of natural things. The cave has set up the machine. Wang Ping and Ji Zuo are both professional actors. The moment they saw the machine, they put aside their personal grievances and entered the shooting state.

The stage affairs are set, and the hot spring show starts.

Ye Minghuai and Xiao Cundeng came in from the entrance of the cave with small packages on their backs.

"Brother, let's live here temporarily this winter." Xiao Cundeng said while walking, "Although this cave is simple, it is also hidden."

The two walked around the corner of the cave, and a hot spring with white steam appeared in front of them; Ye Minghuai's eyes lit up instantly, Xiao Cundeng glanced at him, and his expression became relaxed.

"The most wonderful thing is this hot spring." Xiao Cundeng said, "Brother, you can soak in the hot spring anytime from now on."

"The one who knows me is the younger brother!" Ye Minghuai couldn't hold back for a long time, he patted Xiao Cundeng and ran forward, "I want to go down for a dip now."

As Ye Minghuai said, he threw away the package, took off his shoes and socks, opened his outer robe, and hopped in a thin coat.

The hot spring splashed huge water, and Xiao Cundeng shook his head with a conniving expression.

"What a comfortable hot spring!" Ye Minghuai praised.

"Brother, as long as you like it." Xiao Cundeng put the package on a relatively flat stone, opened the quilt that was brought in, and was just about to tidy up, Ye Minghuai had already kicked the water to the shore, looking at Xiao Cundeng on his stomach.

"Junior Brother, I'll collect the things later, so you can come down and soak for a while." Ye Minghuai said, "It's been a long day on the road, aren't you cold?"

Xiao Cundeng looked up, thought for a moment, and nodded.

"It's a bit cold, then I'll come down and soak first."

After Xiao Cundeng finished speaking, he was not as wild as Ye Minghuai; he sat on the rock by the bank, took off his clothes slowly, folded them, and put them one by one on the rock.

Ye Minghuai waited impatiently, staring at Xiao Cundeng taking off his coat, before he could fold it, he grabbed his arm and dragged him directly into the water.

Xiao Cundeng was dragged off guard and staggered a few times to stabilize his body.

Xiao Cundeng walked to the shallow part of the hot spring, stood in the water that only covered his calves, glanced at his wet underwear, and cast a reproachful glance at Ye Minghuai: "Senior brother!"

Wang Ping stared blankly at Ji Zuo.

At this moment, Wang Ping finally understood the meaning of the voice "still holding the pipa and half covering his face" that he heard by accident just now.

The fabric of the clothes Wang Ping and Ji Zuo are wearing won't be too see-through even if they get wet, and will only show just the right amount of flesh color.

But it does a great job in terms of its tightness with the skin.

The cloth covers the body, but the outline of the body curve is clearly visible—for example, Ji Zuo now has eight well-shaped abdominal muscles, all covered by a thin piece of cloth.

It's just... unobstructed.

The author has something to say: Ping Zai (so frightened that the ham sausages fell off): Why is it always like this after being confessed! ! !