Cool beauty is a scheming fishing system

Feng Ling didn't speak for a long time.

Shen Huai seemed to be scalded, he lifted his neckline to fan the wind, and the neckline opened and closed, pulling it lower and lower.

Not only can you see the hot red part of the neck and collarbone, but you can also see the brown spots of different shades left when the soup is flowing down, all the way down.

On the cool white skin, there are red, pink, dark brown and light brown, as if it has become a drawing board, which can leave any color and trace.

Feng Ling reached out and pulled Shen Huai's clothes outward.

Shen Huai was wearing a white undershirt in the costume. This kind of undershirt was soft and comfortable. The crew had prepared several sets for him, and he usually wore it most often in the crew.

In order to match a variety of outerwear, the collar is made very low.

Feng Ling held the lowest part of the neckline that overlapped in a V shape. He held the two collars tied by the belt in his hands, pulled them outward, and touched the skin of Shen Huai's chest with the phalanges of his bent fingers.

A place that has never been touched.

When the hard knuckles rubbed against the sensitive skin, a slight numbness crept up along the nerves, and Shen Huai pursed the corners of his mouth forcefully.

Feng Ling's action was beyond his expectation, and he raised his eyes to look at him.

Feng Ling turned his head to avoid his eyes, and said, "Don't let the clothes get scratched, apply the ointment first."

The clothes didn't know how soft they were, he was afraid of scratching Shen Huai's skin that had just been scalded.

Probably.

He knew how sensitive and delicate Shen Huai's skin was.

I found out that day when we were filming an intimate scene.

He didn't use much effort, the bite marks on Shen Huai's collarbone were already terrifying, and the red grip marks on his legs, when he scratched...

Realizing what he was thinking, Feng Ling cursed in his heart.

How could he be like this.

Just planning to chase someone, this is the same as a pervert coveting Shen Huai.

If this continues, what is the difference between him and those people.

"Is there any medicine in the car?" Feng Ling Kankan asked Shen Huai calmly, his eyes flickering across his face.

For a second, he felt that Shen Huai's expression was a little weird, but after a closer look, it was normal.

"Yes." Shen Huai said.

He didn't expect that Feng Ling pulled his clothes to prevent the clothes from touching his skin, and even his voice became cold, "You pull the clothes forward, but my back was also burned."

The decoction came straight to Shen Huai's neck, most of it spilled to the front, and some flowed to the back of the neck.

Feng Ling: "..."

He didn't know whether to let go of his hand or continue to hold it.

His movements are a bit eye-catching, and someone has already looked this way.

Feng Ling said, "You carry it yourself."

Shen Huai carried it by himself. Although his voice was a little cold just now, he was indeed a little obedient today.

"I can't see it from behind, will you apply ointment to me?" Shen Huai asked.

Feng Ling: "..."

"Or ask A-Tong to paint it for me?" He said, turning his head to look for A-Tong's figure.

"I'll paint it for you." Feng Ling said with difficulty but quickly.

"Okay." Shen Huai replied very calmly, as if applying plaster to him was a trivial matter.

Applying ointment is indeed a trivial matter.

Feng Ling felt that his condition was getting serious.

He was very afraid that before he could catch up with Shen Huai, he would scare Shen Huai away because of some actions.

The two came to Shen Huai's nanny car again.

The last time I applied nail polish, this time I applied ointment.

Shen Huai took out a tube of plaster from the medicine box and handed it to Feng Ling. Feng Ling looked down at the name of the plaster and precautions, and was stunned when he looked up.

The eyes are white.

When he was looking at the note, Shen Huai pulled the two pieces of clothes from his shoulders down, and exposed his back in front of him without reservation.

His shoulders are straight, and the shoulder blades on both sides of his back are protruding, like a pair of wings of a butterfly. There is a deep depression in the lower middle of the back and in the middle of the waist.

The entire back is thin and thin without being too thick, giving it a very youthful look.

"I don't know where it got burnt. You can paint the back for me. I'll do the front by myself." Shen Huai brushed his hair to the front, turned his head and said to Feng Ling.

Her hair was loosely tied in front, and when she looked back with her bare back, the curve of her body was more absolute. The impact of her back and face suppressed Feng Ling's sobriety.

The scattered sunlight fell on him, a thin layer of light.

If there was a painter here, he might go crazy and leave an atmosphere painting that is both artistic and seductive.

Feng Ling heard the sound of his heart beating violently, his eyes were as dark as the bottom of the sea, his lips were dry and he couldn't answer him.

He was afraid that Shen Huai would be frightened if he opened his mouth.

He stood up with the ointment and walked behind Shen Huai.

He didn't speak, neither did Shen Huai. He looked at him sideways for a few seconds and turned back, taking the plaster to apply on the front first.

Feng Ling squeezed the ointment into his palm and kneaded it. After the cold ointment was warmed, he applied it on Shen Huai's back.

At the beginning, the temperature of the ointment was just right, but Shen Huai didn't actually get burned, it was just red, and it felt a little prickly, and the warm ointment felt just right after being applied.

But when Feng Ling pressed the palm of his hand to rub the ointment on his back shoulder, Shen Huai's shoulders trembled, his lines became tense, and his back straightened uncontrollably.

The temperature of Feng Ling's palm was too high.

He didn't even know that a person's body temperature could be so high.

When the ointment first penetrated into the skin, it felt a little cold and numb, and when Feng Ling's hot palm pressed it like this again, it was tingling, numb and hot.

Feeling the movement behind him stop for a moment, Shen Huai bit his lower lip and relaxed his body.

But there was still no movement behind.

He heard a very obvious breathing sound, but he didn't feel the breathing on his back at such a close distance.

Feng Ling should be tilting his head.

The corners of Shen Huai's mouth raised slightly, and his throat rolled to adjust his voice, "Why didn't you move? Could it be that my back was burned so ugly that it scared you?"

"No." Cherish words like gold.

Shen Huai moved his ears, but he still caught the strangeness in Feng Ling's voice.

He was born with a smoky voice, and when his voice was lowered, he was a little hoarse and sexy.

"Then why don't you paint it?"

A few seconds later, the palm of Shen Huai's back was pressed again, and the temperature seemed to be a little higher than before. Shen Huai had already prepared for it, and there was no other reaction except that his back was slightly tense.

He thought Feng Ling wouldn't speak again at this time, but he didn't expect him to call his name, "Shen Huai."

"Huh?" Shen Huai choked out a word in his throat.

Feng Ling paused for a few more seconds.

"You said in the live broadcast that Xu Junxian pulled you, and you felt sick when you breathed on your body."

"Ah."

"I touched you like this." Feng Ling turned his head to face Shen Huai's back, "Do you feel sick when your breath sprays on you like this?"

Just like that, Feng Ling's breath sprayed onto Shen Huai's bare back, his breath was also hot, and the left shoulder blade, whose pink color had begun to fade from the heat, arched almost uncontrollably, the heat and numbness did not subside at all.

"will not."

Not only is it not disgusting.

Shen Huai felt as if he had a strange disease.

This feeling started when I met Xu Junxian after getting in touch with Feng Ling.

He loathed other people's touch more and more, but liked Feng Ling's touch more and more.

He wanted to get into Feng Ling's arms, and be hugged tightly by Feng Ling.

I want to touch the tip of my nose with him, and put my cheek to my cheek.

I want to sleep in his arms.

Unfortunately, the time has not yet come.

"Okay." Feng Ling said.

He just stood behind Shen Huai, facing Shen Huai's back, applying medicine to Shen Huai.

Paste the breath and the palm at the same time.

Shen Huai shook his body.

Putting an arm around his waist to support him, he asked, "What about this?"

Shen Huai was slightly confused, and looked down at the hands on his waist.

His inner garment is a combination of jacket and trousers, the jacket is folded over the waistband of the trousers and fastened with a belt.

He took the two pieces off his shoulders and piled them on his waist.

Feng Ling's hand didn't stick to the skin of his waist, but landed on the top, and the soft top was pressed into deep creases by his slender fingers.

Shen Huai turned to look at him, Feng Ling's face was close in front of him.

The eyes are particularly dark and deep, the face with tight lines is very aggressive, but the voice is low and hoarse and gentle, "Is it disgusting?"

Shen Huai shook his head.

"If it's disgusting, I won't kiss you that day when you're filming an intimate scene."

Feng Ling, who was slowly testing Shen Huai's bottom line, seemed to have an answer.

Now at least it's a lip-tongue kiss.

A cheerful smile emerged from his dark eyes, "I can't even stand still, and my head starts to dizzy again? Or are my legs sore?"

Shen Huai thought that he had a fever, and he had told Feng Ling before that his head was dizzy and his limbs were sore and limp.

"A little bit," he said.

Feng Ling took him back to the sofa, "The medicine is finished, I don't know where the next scene will start, let's take a rest."

Feng Ling felt that he had gained enough today, and it was time to "indulge", so he stood up reluctantly and was about to leave.

Shen Huai looked up at him, "How to rest?"

Feng Ling looked at the ointment on his neck that had not been fully absorbed, and understood why he asked.

He can't wear clothes for the time being, and he can't put his back on the sofa, so it's hard for him to squat on the sofa for a while.

Feng Ling sat on the sofa and straightened his back. He put his hands on the back of Shen Huai's head and brought them to his shoulders.

Without much effort, after Shen Huai understood what he meant, he took the initiative to lean on his shoulder, rubbing his hair against his neck, looking for a comfortable position.

And put Feng Ling's hand on his waist to prevent his back from sticking to the sofa when he fell asleep.

Mr. Shen, who had a fever, was indeed more obedient.

Feng Ling felt that his breathing was light and shallow on his neck, and gradually evened out. He should have closed his eyes and fell asleep.

His back and arms were motionless, and after a long time, the hand on Shen Huai's waist moved.

It was very quiet in the nanny's car, he only heard Shen Huai's shallow breathing, and saw a few rays of light leaking from the blinds.

Feng Ling actually felt a sense of happiness.

Just like that, he put his arms around Shen Huai, and Shen Huai fell asleep peacefully leaning on his shoulder.

Feng Ling pursed his lips, uncontrollably, with a smile in his eyes.

The phones of the two rang at about the same time, both from their assistants, and it was time for them to get ready for filming.

Shen Huai wanted to change into a set of underwear first, which was stained by the medicine.

When he was changing his underwear, Feng Ling asked, "Mr. Shen, why don't you hate me?"

Ever since he recognized his own heart, Feng Ling became more and more dissatisfied, and the aggressiveness of the rhythm involuntarily increased.

He knew that it wasn't enough that Shen Huai didn't hate his touch, he also wanted to hear what Shen Huai said, or realize something.

After squinting for a while, Shen Huai became more energetic. He pursed his lips when he heard this, and said naturally: "Because you don't have those disgusting thoughts towards me, just like A-Tong, I know you won't do anything to me."

Feng Ling: "..."

His heart didn't know whether it was empty or cold.

Whether he has, what crazy thoughts he has in his mind, he knows best.

It turned out that Shen Huai thought that he was a gentleman, so he didn't hate his approach.

Wiping his face dejectedly, Feng Ling didn't know how he felt for a moment.

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