Idols are duplicity every day [Entertainment]

Lu Jiaxi was dizzy with anger thinking about the past all night, and in the second half of the night, thinking about filming the next day, he finally fell asleep.

At around eight o'clock the next morning, he was awakened by a knock on the door, turned over annoyed and threw the pillow beside him out.

The pillow hit the ground, but there was no sound at all, and naturally it couldn't stop the continuous knocking on the door.

Half a minute later, Lu Jiaxi got up from the bed irritably and opened the door.

The door opened, and at the door stood Bian Xinghuo, who had returned to his former appearance.

Bian Xinghuo raised the porridge in his hand with a warm smile, and said to Lu Jiaxi: "Mr. Lu's first scene is at eleven o'clock, and he has to go to the set an hour earlier. Mr. Lu washes up and eats breakfast first?"

Lu Jiaxi stared at Bian Xinghuo at the door, and after staring for a long time before getting out of bed, he turned around and let the person in.

He walked back to the room and lay down on the bed, checked the time on his phone, it was 8:42.

"Sleep for another 10 minutes, don't disturb me." After speaking, he covered the phone and continued to sleep on his stomach.

Seeing this, Bian Xinghuo put the porridge in his hand on the table lightly, picked up the pillow on the floor lightly, put it on the sofa, and then sat down on one side of the sofa.

After sitting down, he stared at the person with his head on the bed, and couldn't help laughing.

Lu Jiaxi was very young when he was a child, and Bian Xinghuo could hardly see Lu Jiaxi having a temper at that time.

Only when sleeping, Lu Jiaxi, a young adult, would show some temper.

When Bian Xinghuo first lived in Lu Jiaxi's house, the servants in the house cleaned up a room for him, but on the first night when he was going to sleep in, he was dragged by Lu Jiaxi, carrying big bags and small bags. Lived in Lu Jiaxi's bedroom.

"Of course my people want to sleep with me." That's what Lu Jiaxi said at that time.

Bian Xinghuo will not refuse any request from Lu Jiaxi, what's more, he also likes to be close to Lu Jiaxi.

However, on the first night they slept together, Bian Xinghuo couldn't sleep much.

Bian Xinghuo has been sleeping alone for ten years, and he is already used to being alone. Suddenly there is another person beside him, so it is inevitable that he will not be used to it. In addition, the sleeping appearance of the extra person is really not very good.

Unlike Lu Jiaxi who is sensible and caring during the day, Lu Jiaxi who is sleeping is like a clingy octopus, entangled Bian Xinghuo with hands and feet all night, almost suffocating.

When it was almost dawn, Bian Xinghuo, who hadn't slept much, wanted to go to the toilet, but found a century-old problem—the octopus couldn't be pulled away at all.

It took him a lot of effort to get Lu Jiaxi's hands wrapped around his body away, and when he was about to get out of bed, he was dragged back by his hands, and then a hairy head rubbed into the hollow of his neck, full of sleepiness. A childish voice sounded muffled beside his ears: "Don't move around, sleep a little longer, Xiaoyang."

So that morning, Bian Xinghuo almost wet the bed.

Later, Bian Xinghuo found out that Lu Jiaxi was like this when he woke up, he refused to let go no matter how much he hugged him, he was very coquettish, and would bite when he was in a hurry.

Although the appearance was not at all the same as Lu Jiaxi, who was as mature as a little adult in ordinary times, but Bian Xinghuo liked it very much. He liked it at that time, and when he recalled it countless times later, he still likes it with trembling heart.

When Bian Xinghuo came back to his senses, he was already sitting on the edge of the bed, five or six centimeters away from him was Lu Jiaxi's hairy head.

He clenched his fist, couldn't help but raised his hand, and his cool fingertips lightly touched the soft back of the young man's neck.

The temperature in his palm made his heart move, and he couldn't help but gently pinch the soft nape of his neck.

The next second, the person on the bed suddenly moved, and Bian Xinghuo was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his hand.

However, just as his hand left the back of the young man's neck, it was suddenly grabbed by another hand. The sleepy man unconsciously pulled down the hand he was holding, pressed it under his face, and murmured softly: " Don't move."

Bian Xinghuo was pulled so that he leaned forward, feeling the hot air on his hands, and blushed rarely.

Ten minutes later, the alarm rang in the room, and the person on the bed finally moved, curling up like a bug.

Lu Jiaxi's face was still buried in the palm of Bian Xinghuo's suppressed hand, and he curled up on the bed for a long time, but he didn't seem to get up at all.

The alarm clock rang for nearly half a minute before the person on the bed sighed and got up limply.

With no more pressure on his hand, Bian Xinghuo reluctantly retracted it, squeezed his tingling palm and hung it beside him.

Lu Jiaxi squinted his eyes for a long time before he could see Bian Xinghuo clearly, his gaze turned around, and finally landed on Bian Xinghuo's scarlet red hand.

Consciousness came back to his mind: "I just pressed your hand and fell asleep?"

Bian Xinghuo nodded.

Lu Jiaxi yawned and pulled Bian Xinghuo's hand: "I'm too sleepy, are you okay, are your hands numb..."

The outstretched hand did not reach the red hand.

Bian Xinghuo hid almost instantly, and then seemed to be frightened, stood up suddenly from the bed, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Lu washes up first, I think there are still some things left."

After finishing speaking, he quickly left the room, and Lu Jiaxi didn't come back to his senses until the sound of closing the door.

He looked at his outstretched hand that was halfway in the air, and remembered the way Bian Xinghuo hurried out just now, with a puzzled expression on his face.

Half an hour later, after Lu Jiaxi had finished his breakfast, the knock on the door sounded again.

He directly took his things and went out, opened the door and said to Bian Xinghuo: "Have you brought everything you need to bring? You don't need to go into my room, let's go directly to the set."

Bian Xinghuo spoke in a warm voice, his voice seemed a little hoarse: "I've brought them all, let's go straight away."

Lu Jiaxi nodded upon hearing this, closed the door, and followed Bian Xinghuo towards the elevator.

The two's room was at the innermost end, and the corridor without lights was very dark during the day. After walking a few steps outside, the light became brighter, and only then did Lu Jiaxi realize that Bian Xinghuo's hair was a little wet.

He moved his nose and smelled the shower gel specially made by Bian Xinghuo.

"Have you taken a shower?" Lu Jiaxi asked a little strangely.

The figure walking in front seemed to pause for a moment before giving a soft "hmm".

Just in front of the elevator, Lu Jiaxi turned his head and glanced at Bian Xinghuo beside him, and found that the back of his ears was a little red.

Probably hot.

There was no one else waiting in front of the elevator, the wind passed through the open window, rolled around with the faint fragrance of Bian Xinghuo, and got into Lu Jiaxi's nose.

The elevator door opened with a "ding", and the two stepped into the empty elevator. Lu Jiaxi turned his head and glanced at Bian Xinghuo again. Seeing the obedient look with downcast eyes, he couldn't help it. Open the mouth: "You..."

"Huh?" Bian Xinghuo pressed the elevator door and returned to Lu Jiaxi's side, turning his head to look at Lu Jiaxi with some doubts.

Lu Jiaxi looked at Bian Xinghuo for a long time, and finally choked out a sentence: "You really like taking a bath during the day."

After speaking, he turned his head to the side and stopped talking.

Bian Xinghuo looked at Lu Jiaxi strangely, and saw a trace of annoyance on Lu Jiaxi's face.

upset?Why?

Mr. Lu is unhappy?

Is it because he showers during the day?

The last time he took a bath during the day, Mr. Lu seemed to have said something about him.

Could it be that Mr. Lu doesn't like other people taking a bath during the day?

Thinking about it, Bian Xinghuo lowered his eyes, secretly remembering Lu Jiaxi's habit.

Lu Jiaxi, who turned his head, had no idea what Bian Xinghuo was thinking, and was still struggling with himself.

No, what did he want to say just now?

Say... say Bian Xinghuo smells so good?

Fuck him crazy.

The author has something to say:

The white-washed little side is standing in front of you, but you can't even say a word, your mother looks down on you