cheongsam boy

The gold chain on the glasses swayed with the movement, and the yellowed soft ruler made a soft rustling sound by the ear following the sliding of the fingertips.

In this quiet environment where even the sound of the heartbeat can be infinitely amplified, Song Rin looked at himself under the dim candlelight, his reason shattered into a paste.

The southern city was still hot, and Song Rin was only wearing a satin shirt, while Gu Zhuo's fingertips seemed to be dipped in fire, burning the tape, burning the material, and pressing on the skin, like falling into ice. fireball.

"What's the theme of Mr. Song's performance at the annual meeting?"

Gu Zhuo's jade-like voice resounded with the disappearance of the touch, Song Rin seemed to wake up suddenly from a dream, and let out a bewildered ah.

"I asked, what is the theme of Mr. Song's performance at the annual meeting." Gu Zhuo pushed his glasses and wrote down a piece of data on the paper, "We can discuss the color of the clothing based on this."

Hearing Gu Zhuo's question, Song Rin suddenly remembered what he had just done.

I don't know what was going on in my head, but the moment I saw Gu Zhuo outside the shop, he uncontrollably said that he wanted a custom-made cheongsam.

It was also thanks to Song Rin who had been in the translation field before, and before Gu Zhuo spoke again, he found an excuse to prepare for the annual meeting's reverse performance to fool him.

Otherwise, he would be ashamed of himself.

Song Rin pursed her lips, and said with a smile: "There is no theme, just a random reverse performance, just going through the scene to have fun."

Hearing what Song Rin said, Gu Zhuo lowered his head and raised his eyebrows, the expression in his eyes was hidden in the darkness by him.

"Then...is this the first time Mr. Song is wearing a cheongsam?" Gu Zhuo leaned on the long table and turned his head to look at Song Rin.

The probing gaze followed the words, and Song Rin couldn't help being dazzled by the broken light on the lens at the moment he met him. He froze for a moment, and replied a little unsurely.

But Gu Zhuo didn't seem to notice it, but for some reason, as if he had found something interesting, his brows were raised with uncontrollable excitement.

"Then I need you to make this cheongsam." Gu Zhuo stretched out the tape again, pressed Song Rin's wrist to his shoulder, and said softly, "After all, this is Mr. Song's first time, so don't be careless."

The raised wrist bones were held down, all the way up to the sensitive shoulders.Before Song Rin could react, Gu Zhuo blew into his ear again with a rising temperature.

Song Rin immediately softened half of her body.

Song Rin shuddered from this feeling, and he immediately backed away like a frightened cat, overreacting.

Gu Zhuo was a little dazed by his actions, and holding the tape measure, he called Mr. Song inwardly without knowing it.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Song Rin came back to his senses, extremely ashamed, he rubbed his ears, "I'm... a little ticklish."

Hearing this explanation, Gu Zhuo gave an understanding, waved to Song Rin again, and comforted him: "Then I will try to avoid it as much as possible."

"It's troublesome." Song Rin nodded at him, and stood back again.

"It's okay." Gu Zhuo stretched out the tape again and began to measure the length of his arms. He stepped back a little and asked, "Mr. Song, do you want to have a collar or no collar?"

"Don't call me Mr. Song, just call Song Rin." Song Rin tilted his head slightly to avoid the hot breath. He thought for a while and asked, "Is there any difference between a collar and no collar?"

"The stand-up collar is the old-fashioned one, and the collarless one is improved, in order to better meet modern needs," Gu Zhuo recorded the data, and said in a rustling voice, "It may be a little uncomfortable to stand up the collar."

The meaning of the words was unclear, but Song Rin understood what Gu Zhuo meant.He tilted his head to look at himself in the mirror, with a slender neck, but the small pebble-like Adam's apple on his neck could not be ignored.

Song Rin stretched out his hand to touch it, and while feeling the rolling between his fingertips, he lowered his eyes and thought for a long time.

"Stand up the collar," Song Rin said with a bit of firmness in his tone when he spoke again. He looked at Gu Zhuo and repeated with an indescribable willfulness, "Stand up the collar."

Gu Zhuo's hand holding the pen paused, but it was only imperceptibly subtle. He hummed and repeated after Song Rin: "Okay, stand up the collar."

After speaking, he let go of the pen, picked up a soft ruler and walked up to Song Rin: "Lift your chin a little bit."

Song Rin followed obediently, and after a while he felt a cold circle around his neck, and the iron buckle on the tape measure just stuck to his protruding Adam's apple.

"Don't shrink," Gu Zhuo stretched out his hand and nodded under his Adam's apple, "Relax, let it bulge naturally."

It's okay if you don't touch it, when Gu Zhuo touched Song Rin, it was as if he had pressed a flip switch. While humming softly in his throat, he violently pushed Gu Zhuo back with his hands.

It's just that the soft ruler was still locked around his neck like a necklace. Song Rin just stepped back for a second, but was pulled back the next moment.

"Itchy again?"

Gu Zhuo's uncontrollable smile fell on the tip of his nose, and Song Rin flinched, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and replied: "Well...you don't want to..."

"Okay, sorry." Gu Zhuo pressed the tape measure, and immediately removed it from Song Rin's throat after confirming the data.

Gu Zhuo's generous appearance made Song Rin a little at a loss, he rubbed his nose, he was always good at words but he didn't know what to say at this moment.

On the other hand, Gu Zhuo, as if nothing happened, stood in front of Song Rin again after recording the data: "Raise your hand and measure your bust."

"Oh, good." Song Rin didn't think much, and raised her hands obediently after answering.

Gu Zhuo stretched out his hands across Song Rin's sides in an embracing posture, squatted down slightly, and asked, "What do you use when you perform?"

"What will be used for what?" Song Rin's mind was already dizzy, but now that he was asked so abruptly, he couldn't turn around.

"That's it," Gu Zhuo pressed the side of his chest with a soft ruler, "What would you use to pretend?"

The satin shirt was smooth and smooth, and it couldn't resist the touch of the outside world. The moment Gu Zhuo pressed the iron buckle with his fingertips, the coldness and heat pressed against his skin, and Song Rin couldn't help shivering.

He coughed with reddish ears, and said vaguely: "I don't know, I haven't thought about it yet."

"Well, then I'll take the normal size." Gu Zhuo let go of the soft ruler and said while writing, "You can buy it according to the size I gave you when the time comes."

In fact, Song Rin didn't intend to buy it at all, but he still pretended to be serious about doing a full set of plays.

Originally, I thought it would be enough after measuring these, but what Song Lin didn't expect was that when Gu Zhuo finished recording and came to him, he squatted down abruptly.

Judging from the mirror, the scene and actions were a bit too ambiguous, coupled with those touches just now, it made Song Rin panic instantly.

He stepped back hastily, blinked and asked, "You...what are you doing?"

Gu Zhuo was a little puzzled by his reaction, he squatted and looked up and replied: "Measure the size."

As soon as the words fell, he looked at Song Rin with a little more clarity in his eyes, and chuckled helplessly: "Measure your hips, otherwise what do you think I want to do?"

doing what.

Song Rin admitted that he wanted to go wrong.

To be honest, it's not that Song Rin has never experienced something worse than this, but for some reason, he now looks at Gu Zhuo squatting and looking up, looking at his pupils under the gold-rimmed glasses, his old face is uncontrollably Tenghong.

Song Rin hurriedly backed away, leaning on the edge of the table and said in a panic, "It's not you..."

"What about me?" Gu Zhuo rolled up his feet and got up, with a bit of aggrieved helplessness on his face, "I look so hungry and thirsty?"

"What? No, no," Song Rin waved his hands hastily, but a light flashed in his mind as he spoke, and he suddenly stared at Gu Zhuo with wide eyes, in disbelief, "You...you are also...gay?"

Gu Zhuo tilted his head and raised his eyebrows: "Strange?"

"No, no, no surprise."

Song Rin really didn't know what to say, it was really embarrassing, if he wasn't so sensitive, nothing would have happened.But now this situation can't help him to think so much, Song Rin stood there thinking about it, trying to ease the embarrassment.

"Um, that Boss Gu..."

"Is it convenient to measure? If it's not convenient, I can ask the apprentices from the studio to come." Gu Zhuo pushed his glasses, "But it may have to wait until tomorrow, it's too late now."

It's all up to this point, of course Song Rin can't say it's inconvenient, if you want to say that, Song Rin is really too narrow-minded.

Except for that damn emotion, Song Rin is a person who is easy to regulate and soothe himself in other things. He shook his head: "It's nothing inconvenient. I was thinking too much just now. I'm sorry."

"It's nothing." Gu Zhuo returned a comforting smile, and he stretched the tape again, "Then please stand back."

Song Rin smiled dryly, let go of his grip on the edge of the table and stood back up again.

Still the same as before, Gu Zhuo squatted in front of Song Rin again, stretched out the soft ruler and circled Song Rin's hips in an embracing position.

Only this time Song Rin took his eyes away from the mirror, put it on the rain flower stone curtain on the door, and looked at the light spot shaking under the warm light.

"By the way, have you figured out how high to open the fork?" Gu Zhuo nodded his head, got up and wrote it down on paper.

Nancheng has been very hot recently, and Song Rin is not heat-resistant, so she wears soft and smooth clothing like silk and satin, but at the same time, it also means that it is not strong against touch.

As soon as the hot and humid air flow came, coupled with this posture, Song Rin was inevitably a little tricked.

But fortunately, Gu Zhuo didn't notice it when he got up. Song Rin bowed slightly, and calmly pulled out the hem of the clothes that had been tucked in, and covered it with crumpled material.

Song Rin touched the tip of her nose and replied, "I haven't thought about it yet."

Hearing what Song Rin said, Gu Zhuo hummed in a low voice, walked up to him with a tape measure, and wrapped it around his waist.

The yellowed soft ruler is tied around the waist, like a belt full of warm light, outlining the sultry waistline under the soft and slippery material.

Gu Zhuo pressed the end with the iron buckle on his waist, looked at the number on it, and raised his eyebrows.

The two were really close, Song Rin could even see the small mole on Gu Zhuo's collarbone, the fever that had just subsided on his face rose again, and he coughed unnaturally.

"Gu Zhuo needs to..."

"Mr. Song," Gu Zhuo interrupted with a smile, as if deliberately whispering in Song Lin's ear, he tightened the tape measure, looked at the bent waist, and said word by word, "Mr. Song's waist is thin The legs are also long, and the side fork can be opened higher.”

After finishing speaking, he didn't know what to think of, and he laughed in a low voice, and when he spoke again, there was a bit of incomprehensible hoarseness.

"Perhaps we could add a tassel of bells that ring as we walk, and that would be absolutely beautiful. What do you think, Mr. Song?"

8: Rouge