Cool beauty is a scheming fishing system

What does it feel like when the person with the most handsome appearance is on your bed, taking off his "own" clothes.

Even Feng Ling was stunned at this moment.

The visual shock was too great, and his brain was a little dizzy.

The person who has been called Bai Yueguang by fans all the year round and has not been ridiculed by passers-by naturally sees his feet from the head. When he bends down to undress, his back is bent, his waistline is clear, his legs are long and straight, and his clean and straight lines can be seen at a glance .

The light slanted, leaving a virtual and beautiful silhouette on the white gauze curtain.

His eyelashes were half down, his lips were slightly pursed, he was calm and serious, not like he was taking off his clothes, but like he was creating art.

White fingers dexterously unbuttoned the puppet's tie, placed it on the bed, and then began to unbutton it. The third button was unbuttoned, and both hands wanted to open the shirt from top to bottom.

"Teacher Shen!" Feng Ling called him suddenly.

The voice seemed to be muffled in the throat.

Shen Huai stopped what he was doing and turned his head to look at him, with a daze on his face, as if he didn't know why Feng Ling called him to stop.

After he came back from leave, he had a heavy shooting task, and he hasn't had a good rest these days.

After returning from the set, the makeup on his face was completely removed, and there was a bruise under his eyes, on his clear and white face, it made people feel distressed, and he was even more innocent when he looked blank.

It's hard to see it in Shen Huai.

Feng Ling closed his eyes, calmly swallowed his saliva to moisten his hoarse voice, and asked, "Mr. Shen, what are you doing?"

"Didn't I just say that?" Shen Huai said, "There's something missing on this doll, and I'll make it up."

Feng Ling heaved a sigh of relief, the serious and stubborn Shen Huai was normal with him, and he asked again: "What's missing?"

Shen Huai smiled, and seemed to be in a good mood, "Come and have a look."

Feng Ling walked to him without hesitation.

The space between the bed and the bay window was very small, and at most two grown men could stand there.

The faint scent of petitgrain and amber wraps around the nose.

After moving to the hotel, Feng Ling never used those two bottles of perfume in the bedroom again, and that smell reappeared in his bedroom.

Very shallow, quietly invaded his bedroom.

Shen Huai stood in front of him on the left, bent down and began to undress again. He didn't take off the doll's suit, which was originally a casual and loose suit, and with Shen Huai's movements, it hung precariously on his shoulders.

Shen Huai directly pulled the shirt under the doll's shoulders, exposing the doll's neck and a large collarbone.

"Look." Shen Huai stood up and turned to him.

In this narrow space, the faces of the two were very close to each other.

His eyes sparkled as if showing Feng Ling a little secret he had discovered.

The light fell on his fine eyelashes, like fine starlight, the eyes under the eyelashes were clean and moist, and the eyes were slightly curved with joy.

Feng Ling was just aroused by Shen Huai's action of pulling the doll's shirt, and in the blink of an eye, he was hit by the beauty that was right in front of him.

Shen Huai didn't seem to expect that the distance between the two would be so close, close enough to feel each other's breath.

He was surprised for a moment, the smile in his eyes faded, and his pupils slightly enlarged to look at him.

The two just looked at it like this, the fragrance of aquatic flowers rose from the water, and the smell of the first snow in the perfume was suppressed by the breath of sea water.

Feng Ling's Adam's apple moved slightly, and Shen Huai's gaze moved from his eyes to his lips, and then down to his Adam's apple.

"Mr. Shen." Feng Ling called him meaninglessly, his voice was naturally lower than that of others.

His hand was placed on Shen Huai's left arm, above the elbow, the wide palm could still be fully grasped.

When the hand just reached it, the fingers loosened and held it tighter.

The soft fine-count cotton fabric of the shirt was wrinkled and messed up between their skins.

Shen Huai looked up at Feng Ling, the surprise in his eyes was even heavier, and his eyes fell on Feng Ling's face even more heavily, followed by his heavy gaze.

Someone moved a step silently, their legs were almost touching each other, and their trousers overlapped.

Feng Ling's eyes were dark and heavy, as long as his legs moved a little further, Shen Huai would fall on his back on the bed.

"You found out too, didn't you? If you want to remove me, you will make up for it yourself?" Shen Huai blinked and asked.

"What?" Feng Ling shook his head, but didn't realize it, "ah, um."

"Okay, come on." Shen Huai gave way to him.

When Feng Ling bent down to face the puppet, his brain was dazed and his face tensed.

What did he find?

What to add?

Shen Huai stood beside him and watched, "I said that if this gift is given to you, you will know it."

What does he know?

Feng Ling tried to calm himself down and looked at the doll.

The doll is a cute cartoon version made by Shen Huai. For the sake of reality, the outer clothes are made the same as those on Shen Huai's body. After the clothes are removed, it is just a body like a small pillow filled with feathers.

Nothing in vain.

"Why don't you start yet?" Shen Huai asked.

Feng Ling's brain turned rapidly, his eyes lit up slightly, and he had an uncertain idea.

At this moment, Shen Huai said, "Ah, is it because there is no pen?"

He took out a red watercolor pen from his trouser pocket, confirming Feng Ling's guess.

Feng Ling took the watercolor pen in Shen Huai's hand, heaved a sigh of relief, and then thought of drawing that birthmark on the doll, he tensed up again.

Only then did he realize that with a glimpse, the birthmark on Shen Huai's collarbone was firmly imprinted in his mind, and he remembered it clearly in size, color, shape and subtle direction.

The color is the same as the one behind his ear, together with the small red mole at the root of the eyelashes, which is red on the cool white skin.

It's like the sky sprinkled a few red plums in the dust-free snow.

Can't draw like that.

Feng Ling held the watercolor pen tightly and began to draw on the doll's body. Seeing that the snow-white cloth was dyed red by him, an indescribable feeling hit his brain.

Shen Huai stood behind him and watched.

Feng Ling held the pen even tighter, so that the falling tip of the pen would not reveal his mood.

"It's not like that." Shen Huai bent down suddenly, a pleasant breath came down with his movements, and his voice was low, "Why do you draw like bite marks?"

The tip of the pen trembled, and that spot was intensely red.

Shen Huai looked at him suspiciously, "Don't you remember?"

As he spoke, he straightened up, put his fingers on the top button, and pressed the end of the shiny white oil paint button into the buttonhole.

Feng Ling closed his eyes and stood up abruptly.

Before Shen Huai started his next move, Feng Ling grabbed his arm, "I remember, I'll make it up later and show you."

"Okay." Shen Huai slightly pulled away Feng Ling's hand, continued his movements, pulled out a platinum moon necklace around his neck from his collar, and said to him, "Then I'll go back first."

"..." Feng Ling paused for a moment, before uttering a single word: "Okay."

"Go ahead." Shen Huai did not let Feng Ling see him off, but left him in the bedroom and left.

He closed the door of Feng Ling's room, walked a few steps, and saw the shocked Yu Yichen in front of him.

There are four rooms on this floor, and Yu Yichen also lives here. He opened the door and saw Shen Huai coming out of Feng Ling's room within a few seconds.

The necklace was casually exposed outside the shirt, a button was half undone, and there were still wrinkles on the sleeves. For a cold and abstinent person, the clothes could be considered messy.

"Why did you come out of Feng Ling's room like this?"

Shen Huai ignored him, straightened his collar, and walked to his door calmly to open it.

Yu Yichen gritted his teeth, "Shen Huai!"

At night, there are only a few night lights in the hotel corridor, and a dark brown antique night light is hung on the wall next to Shen Huai's door. A distance of about ten meters, Shen Huai turned to look at him under the dim light .

This reminded Yu Yichen of a classic scene in Shen Huai's movie.

The same dimly lit corridor, the same face with the same indifferent look of turning around.

It's just that there was no expression on the murderer's face in the movie, but at this moment Shen Huai curled his lips.

"Coward, you can go if you want."

"..."

A Tong was waiting for Shen Huai in the room, "I'm going to call you in 2 minutes."

Shen Huai glanced at the time, at 9:58, "I met Feng Ling, so the access control can't be so strict."

"No." A-Tong insisted, "You must be back at ten o'clock in the evening."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Shen Huai's expression, "Would you not be suspected if you specially went to patch a birthmark on the doll?"

"Who said it was a birthmark that I wanted to mend?" Shen Huai asked back.

A Tong: "?"

"It's Feng Ling's idea that I want to make up the birthmark." Shen Huai pointed to his head, "People don't doubt what they think of with their own efforts."

A-Tong: "..."

"What if he doesn't figure it out?"

Shen Huai picked up the necklace that had just been hooked out from under the shirt, "The doll was made according to the look I had on the day of the live broadcast. Didn't you notice that I wore this necklace on the day of the live broadcast? Is it normal for me to make up a necklace?"

A-Tong: "..."

Shen Huai sighed dissatisfiedly, "A Tong is the same as Feng Ling, he didn't watch my live broadcast that night."

A-Tong: "...I will definitely watch it in the future."

"You'd better have fun." Shen Huai said casually while sending a message to Feng Ling to finish the finishing work.

After Shen Huai left, Feng Ling paralyzed on the bed doubting himself, unable to look directly at the cloth doll beside him.

All his feelings just now are still there, and the impulsive and terrifying thoughts at a certain moment, now looking back... can still be understood.

The step he almost took, almost forced Shen Huai to lie down on his bed.

What Shen Huai told the fortune teller by the lake that night, he now believes a little bit.

Shen Huai will encounter perverts this year, and he even suspects that he is one of them.

A straight man who wants to push Shen Huai down uncontrollably is not a pervert.

Unless he is bent.

Feng Ling doubted his own sexuality again.

Crooked, or perverted.

Of course he prefers to be curvy.

Feng Ling took out his mobile phone and sent Qin Donggu a message.

Feng Ling: [I'm very wrong. ]

As soon as Feng Ling sent this sentence, Qin Donggu replied to him. He seemed to be in a bad mood.

Qin Donggu: [Are you doubting your sexuality again? ]

Qin Donggu pushed a friend card over.

Qin Donggu: [This actor is the one who doubted his sexuality when he was filming with Shen Huai, and now he is chasing Xia Shu!Xia Shu, you know, that very beautiful little flower, girl!You add him to have a good communication. ]

Feng Ling: [? ]

Feng Ling didn't understand that Qin Donggu asked him to communicate with him, but he had already added friends with his fingers.

There was also a message soon.

[Hai brother. ]

The author has something to say:

#Feng Ling can't do it#

Great beauty, for the sake of your future waist, keep it tight.