After realizing that I am beautiful [Rebirth]

Zang Nandu's bathroom was his first visit.

Because the bathroom is on the second floor this time, there are more things in it than downstairs, and the brands used are very uniform. Qilin soaked in the bathtub, looking at this room that is all gray porcelain , The color of the tiles on the wall in the bathroom on the second floor is dark, so the whole room is not clear, and there will be an illusion after soaking for a long time.

The illusion of being wrapped in darkness.

Qilin likes heat, so he adjusted the water temperature to a high level. Seeing his skin turn red, he would relax. I don't know if the room hinted too much, so Qilin finally closed his eyes and didn't wake up.

In the end, Zang Nandu knocked on the door and half hugged and half dragged him out.

Qi Lin sat on the bed without moving, obediently like a rabbit with wet eyes.

"Look up." Zang Nandu said.

Zang Nandu's voice had been deep since before, but Qilin couldn't hear enough, and sometimes he would fantasize about asking him to say more, even if it was just an um.

His lips are beautifully shaped, and when he moves, a small row of cusps will be exposed.

Qilin would only stare at Zang Nandu when he was distracted.

Zang Nandu's speech is full of enthusiasm all the year round, like an ice cube that cannot be warmed for a long time.

Because this kind of bias should have a tone of domination and control, if the speaker is not Zang Nandu, no one will be happy to hear it.

But precisely because he was Zang Nandu, no one dared to express his displeasure.

Only Qilin knew that it was his habit.

An extremely outstanding person with his own temperament.

Especially Zang Nandu's voice would always make Qilin addicted on certain occasions.

Just like now.

Qilin couldn't understand how much Zang Nandu cared about the scar on his body that was now so faded that he insisted on erasing his existence.

"Here," Zang Nandu pressed one leg beside Qilin, his voice sank following the crowd, "you can't leave scars."

"The wound is not deep, it will be fine after a long time," Qi Lin stroked Zang Nandu's hand, "at most a week—"

"You can't leave scars," Zang Nandu repeated, then turned around to find a delicate medicine box in the drawer, and when you opened it, there was a very fragrant herbal smell.

"The old man's homemade prescription is more effective than medicine," Zang Nandu unbuttoned the two cuffs by himself, rolled them up, "get down."

Qi Lin didn't ask why, but just did as he did. He leaned forward and supported Zang Nandu's bed.

Zang Nandu's bed was harder than his. Although the mattress was thick, the hard side was facing upwards, basically no different from just a bed board.

Both arms hurt a little from being pinched.

"Have you read all the previous books?" Zang Nandu put his hand on Qi Lin's shoulder, and then gently pushed him backwards.

Qilin cooperated just now, but now he doesn't understand, the wound on his neck doesn't need to turn over, he is still thinking, his body has already been turned upside down by Zang Nandu, face down, and soon the opponent's weight is pressing on him .

The subsequent touch made Qilin unconsciously start to exert all his strength on his toes.

He kept burying his face in it.

There was only a sound of "brother" stuffed under the quilt.

Because Zang Nandu wasn't right at all, let's continue the topic of the wound just now.

Qilin felt a pair of hands on his back.

A pair of big cold hands.

The man behind didn't say anything at first, and stretched out his hand to pass a stack of blank papers in front of Qi Lin.

"Zang Qishan's homework is not in a hurry." Zang Nandu buttoned Qi Lin's hair and gently pressed it, "Now I want you to read the script and play against me."

"The three underlined lines, you follow my actions and react randomly. Now I will give you 3 minutes to digest it." Qi Lin obviously took a light breath when he heard Zang Nandu finished speaking, and then asked, "Do you mind?" Do I smoke?"

Qilin still replied, "I don't mind."

There was a crisp lighter sound from the back, followed by Zang Nandu's comfortable sigh.

As the start was approaching, Zang Nandu suddenly asked, "Remind me when the time is up."

Qilin looked up at him and nodded slightly.

Then in front of him was the burning cigarette that Zang Nandu handed over.

"Use this to remind me," Zang Nandu squeezed the cigarette in Qilin's hand, and measured it against his shoulder, "Poke towards Er."

Qi Lin slightly widened his eyes, expressing that he did not understand.

Zang Nandu was extremely patient, and taught Qi Lin to look at the fine fireworks above, "As long as you feel something is wrong, hold this end and press it against me."

"Brother Zang, in fact—" Qi Lin looked at the rising smoke drifting past the other party's eyes, responding to Xu Xu Lanlan, and when he understood the emotions inside, he naturally stopped talking, and finally nodded in agreement .

As for "Boundless", the plot has long been familiar in his mind.

Qi Lin glanced at the fragment of the script thrown on the bed, and his mind immediately recalled the plot of "Boundless".

He watches the entire "Borderless" several times a year.

So he has watched this drama more than ten times before, and he can feel every drop of Zang Nandu's painstaking efforts in it.

He was all too familiar with this episode.

The main character is Yan Xiadong.

is gay.

The character setting is complicated, and he has had emotional entanglements with three men, but the tension of the whole plot is on him alone, the contradictions between the characters are very prominent, and the methods are extreme in the end, basically love to hate this kind of thing It must be reflected in Yan Xiadong at the same time.

Simply put, it is a process from a normal person to a lunatic.

The script being thrown away is one of Yan Xiadong's absurdities.

The few lines in it are the rivalry between Cao Guanghan and Yan Xiadong.

Qilin discovered that Zang Nandu liked this kind of script with great tension.

For a long time to come, Zang Nandu's movies or TV series can all see the shadow of the original version of "Boundless".

Qilin was thinking about the plot, and after only 60 seconds, he turned over.

He began to look at Zang Nandu with the truth that only he knew.

And Zang Nandu's eyes were slightly astonished, but he calmed down quickly.

He just didn't expect Qilin's acceptance to be so high.

The script above is just pure lines and action prompts, and many details need to be transformed into physical movements by the actors themselves according to their actual imagination.

Zang Nandu just flickered, and soon entered the plot.

Especially Qi Lin's reaction, to be honest, made him a little excited.

If the person who came today wasn't Qi Lin, he wouldn't be interested.

"Miss me?" Qi Lin quickly entered Yan Xiadong's role, and began to move in the character's tone.

Qi Lin turned over and sat on Zang Nandu, pressing his palms on the intersection of the two bodies, very frivolously, "Do you miss me more here?"

Zang Nandu's breathing became heavy, and his voice was hoarse than usual, "I want to kiss you more."

"I want your permission," Zang Nandu breathed lightly, and raised his chin slightly, as if trying to control his emotions.

Qi Lin leaned closer, his body just after taking a bath should be softer and warmer, wrapping Zang Nandu and satisfying himself, Qi Lin bent over like a restless cat, fingertips fiddled with his lips and teeth where he stayed just now, "Cao Guanghan , what if I say not now?"

Qilin stretched out one foot, and stepped on Zang Fei's chest lightly. His powdery toes were already on Zang Nandu's jaw, jokingly, and read the last one-character line.

"lick."

The script stops here.

Neither of them had extra lines.

No one moved.

Qilin had just finished taking a shower but his back was still sweating a little. He walked out of the role, slowly retracted his feet, and sat quietly next to Zang Nandu, but his body did not move completely, and his ankles He was caught by Zang Nandu, "Where do you want me to lick?"

Qilin's breath stagnates.

He hadn't found the center of gravity on the back of his arms, his ankles were cold, and his body was pulled away by a heavy force.

Turning into sitting on the edge of the bed, Qi Lin's strength basically shattered in front of Zang Nandu.

"Zang——" Qi Lin's single-syllable words were not finished with the tip of his tongue, Zang Nandu raised one of his legs with one hand, and Qi Lin's feet were even with the tip of the opponent's ear.

"Xia Dong, what do you want I can't give you?" Zang Nandu gently leaned his face up, because he was already very close to the inside of his penalty area, Qi Lin subconsciously twitched his legs, but the other party had no intention of letting him go.

Zang Nandu is still reading his lines, at least he is still in the role.

But Qilin no longer has a script in his hand.

Moreover, Zang Nandu's eyes were full of emotion, and his movements were realistic and even a little exaggerated.

Qilin's head was a little cold, and his toes were still a little numb because Zang Nandu had lifted him for a long time.

There are only three 4-minute episodes, and now it is obviously overtime.

Now Qilin can't figure out Zang Nandu's mind. He got rid of the role and called him several times, but it seems that Zang Nandu didn't respond much. What he is most immersed in is the role given to him by "Boundless".

Zang Nandu lay dormant in his lower body, and could see clearly from Qilin's perspective.

He wants to kiss.

Qilin even saw Zang Nandu's Adam's apple move when he opened his mouth.

The skin started to become hot, and when the tip of the other's nose had already touched him, Qi Lin's eyes turned cold,

"Zang Nandu."

Qi Lin called his name for the first time.

The other party stopped and rubbed the tip of his nose against the warm skin.

The eyes are still unruly.

Qilin stretched out his hand, and there was still the last bit of smoke left, and he didn't put it on Zang Nandu until it burned out.

Not even the smoke fell on the opponent.

The one that was in short supply from hot to cold, Qi Lin just pinched it like this, and finally slapped Zang Nandu lightly on top of his head.

"Brother!" Zang Qishan yelled and came in from the door, "Will Qilin teach me? I fell asleep while doing my fucking homework—"

Zang Qishan was originally on the sofa waiting for the live broadcast, but the anchor was not there for 10 minutes, and he played a couple of chicken asses and butts, and he didn't wait for Qi Lin to come down.

"I, fuck," Zang Qishan opened the door quickly and reacted quickly. He took a step forward, saw Zang Nandu's eyes after turning his head, and took a step back with a stinky face, but his mouth was so strong, full of dissatisfaction that filled the room, " No, brother, you should be reasonable, didn't you agree that he would give me tutoring?"

"Co-authored my homework and haven't written a word yet, you started teaching here?!"