Immersive performance [entertainment circle]

Ji Shuyuan didn't know why it was always easy to lose self-control in front of Zhongqin, it was easy to forget the rules that he usually imposed on himself, and it was easy to let go of all his desires.

He is aware of the changes in his emotions, but he does not intend to restrain himself.

Because this feeling of not self-control makes him very comfortable.

Comfort like never before.

He was about to be more indulgent when there was a sudden knock on the study door.

"Brother Qin?" Mao Qirui's voice came from outside the door, "Are you inside?"

Immediately afterwards, the door was pulled open a small crack.Mao Qirui looked in, and bumped into Ji Dayingdi.

"Again." Ji Shuyuan looked cold, "Go out."

"Oh!" Mao Qirui hurriedly closed the door.

Because he was too flustered, he didn't have time to capture the specific movements of those two people, and he didn't see Ji Dayingdi pinching his boss's face in his hands.

"Don't be so fierce." Zhongqin said with a smile, "My assistant is still a newcomer, so I can't help being scared."

After a pause, he seemed to want to say something, and called out, "Teacher Ji..."

That voice is like a soul.

Ji Shuyuan's eyes darkened, and it was the first time he realized what it means to have an itchy heart, wishing to grab this man's hand into his chest and scratch it.

He didn't want to continue listening, anyway, Zhongqin couldn't say anything serious, but whenever he opened his mouth, he was either teasing him, or laying the groundwork for teasing him.

At this point, every syllable Zhongqin uttered, every look, every subtle movement, every piece of skin that has changed color... is guilty.

Ji Shuyuan's fingers pressed several vortexes of different shades on both sides of Zhongqin's face, causing Zhongqin's head to be lifted higher. From the side, it seemed that Zhongqin was not the one who lowered his head to enclose the opened and closed lips, but Zhongqin who took the initiative. Kiss.

"you……"

The following words were blocked by this sudden kiss, Zhongqin took a quick breath in his nasal cavity, and never thought of how to breathe again.

As Ji Shuyuan expected, the fox's lips were also soft, and even tenderer than expected.

He touched Zhongqin, but did not go further, but unconsciously exerted force with his fingers, squeezing Zhongqin's lower lip into the gap between his lips, feeling a little moist.

It was too close to see the other person's expression clearly, only the sweet scent of jasmine could be smelled from the nose and mouth.

Ji Shuyuan was almost addicted.

His teeth were slightly loose, and he almost wanted to bite, but was interrupted——

"Hmm... Ji, Teacher Ji..." Zhongqin grabbed him by the collar and hummed in a low voice like a mosquito, "You hurt me so much..."

Ji Shuyuan released the strength in his hand in response, then straightened up and asked, "Do you understand now?"

His face was still calm, and his eyes were as calm as an ancient well.

It seemed that the forced kiss just now was just an illusion.

"Understood." Zhongqin observed him carefully, thinking that Jiang Yu should have this expression after kissing Shi Huaian in the play.

It was as if he wasn't the one who was tempted, he wasn't the one who forced the kiss, and he wasn't the one who betrayed her.

But he was really moved.

Obviously I don't want it, but I can't let it go. When the end comes, I want to ask for something more.

Even asking, act like a gift.He will always be rational, always in charge, and always in control.

"Understood what?" Ji Shuyuan's fingers were still on Zhongqin's face, but they were lightly pressed against Zhongqin's face, completely useless.

And the place he pinched just now was quickly dyed red, and it was gorgeous on the fair complexion, as if he had bullied people so badly just now.

"I just understand." Zhongqin smiled slyly, "I... Shi Huaian didn't win, but it's not considered a loss, right?"

"Yeah." Ji Shuyuan's thumb lightly brushed his lips, "You didn't lose."

Zhongqin blinked, not knowing what he meant.Just now he was still accusing himself of being too involved in the drama, why did he do the same?

"Can I go to bed now?" Ji Shuyuan completely let go of him, and even took half a step back to widen the distance between the two, "I was waiting for you to come to me after the round reading, but seeing you like this, today You don’t plan to sleep if you don’t figure it out later.”

"Yes." Zhongqin touched his face, the place Ji Shuyuan pinched just now was a little hot, not painful, but the touch was vague, "Teacher Ji is just like the rumors, with a cold face and a warm heart, and is willing to help others."

Ji Shuyuan ignored his hypocritical compliment, picked up his phone again, and said, "Good night."

"Good night." Zhongqin lay on the back of the chair and looked at his back, suddenly asked with a smile, "Mr. Ji, is this considered crossing the line?"

Ji Shuyuan paused without turning his head, and replied in a cold voice: "It doesn't count."

"Why?" Zhongqin asked, "I thought you set the time point after the round-up reading, because you thought that entering the group would not count as crossing the line."

"It's not time to read around, it's time to enter the play." Ji Shuyuan tilted his head slightly, even his jaw line was cold and stern, "Since you are no longer outside the play, it is not considered crossing the line."

"What about you?" Zhongqin looked at him, "Are you in the play?"

"Just now." Ji Shuyuan said, "I'm not here now, and I won't be here tomorrow."

"It means you have to leave early tomorrow morning." Zhongqin understood, "The next time we meet, it will be time for reading."

"Ah."

"Then let's see you next time." Zhongqin said, "Looking forward to acting with Teacher Ji."

"Ah."

Ji Shuyuan raised his hand to hold the doorknob, and heard Zhongqin shouting from behind: "Teacher Ji."

He stops.

Zhong Qin's voice floated over like smoke: "Your lips are so hot."

Ji Shuyuan didn't answer, pressed the doorknob, opened the door and walked out.

In the living room, Mao Qirui was sitting on the sofa in a daze. When he heard the movement, he jumped up, looked at Ji Shuyuan and stammered: "Ji, Ji, Ji..."

"Hello." Ji Shuyuan nodded nonchalantly, "I was rude just now, sorry."

"No, no, no!" Mao Qirui was really aggrieved by the idol, but as long as the other party gave him a little step, he felt okay again, smiled enthusiastically, and said in a loud voice, "Mr. Ji, what are you doing?" Aren't you going to sleep? I'll clean up the guest room for you! Do you have any special sleeping habits? I..."

"No need." Probably sensing Mao Qirui's sincerity, Ji Shuyuan looked relaxed, "The one before..."

"Oh! Brother Tian! Tian Jie!" Mao Qirui understood, "He cleaned it up for you, right?"

"Yeah." Ji Shuyuan nodded, "You should also go to bed earlier."

Mao Qirui thought that he couldn't rest, he had to stay up all night.But this is Zhongqin's secret, he can't reveal it to others, so he just nodded repeatedly, "Okay! Good night, Teacher Ji!"

"Ah."

Mao Qirui saw that Ji Shuyuan was really as unsociable as the rumors said, even though his heart was overjoyed, he didn't have the nerve to ask him for an autograph or something. After watching the male god enter the guest bedroom with admiring eyes, he suddenly remembered his duty, Xiao ran to the door of the study, probed and asked, "Brother Qin? Are you going to sleep?"

"Yeah." Zhongqin heard their conversation earlier, and said with a smile, "It's too late today, so I'll ask Mr. Ji for a lottery for you another day."

Mao Qirui's eyes lit up, "Thank you Brother Qin!"

Zhongqin got up and left the study, Mao Qirui turned off the light for him, glanced at the guest bedroom, and followed Zhongqin hesitantly. He waited until he entered the master bedroom before asking: "You and Mr. Ji are not in the group yet. Are you starting to play against each other?"

After getting along with Zhongqin for so many days, Mao Qirui saw that he was always smiling on weekdays, as if nothing could make him angry, so he felt that Brother Qin was actually a very gentle person, and he was a lot more courageous, daring to inquire about anything.

"I took a makeup photo today, and I happened to meet it, so I will try it first." Zhongqin is really good-tempered, and explained to Ji Shuyuan, "Ms. Ji is more involved in the drama, and I didn't mean to hurt you."

"I know I know." Mao Qirui said happily, "I drank with my buddy before I joined the job, and he also said that I would definitely be scolded badly in the future. I also thought that big stars like you and Mr. Ji would definitely You have airs, I didn't expect you to be so approachable."

Zhongqin glanced at him with a smile, "Do you think Mr. Ji is approachable?"

"Yes." Mao Qirui whispered, "He even apologized to me just now."

"Hmm." Zhongqin was noncommittal, "Okay."

He raised his hand and touched his lips, thinking that Ji Daying might only dislike him alone, which is more interesting.

"What's wrong with your mouth?" Mao Qirui noticed his movement, thought for a while and asked, "Would you like some lipstick?"

"No need." Zhongqin turned sideways, "I'm thirsty, please pour me a glass of water."

"Row."

Mao Qirui quickly poured a glass of water and brought it to the bedside. Seeing Zhongqin take a big gulp, he couldn't help but persuade him, "Drinking too much water at night will make you insomnia. You don't sleep well..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhongqin put down his glass, "Well, I won't drink anymore, my throat is itchy."

"Ah?" Mao Qirui worried, "Did you catch a cold?"

"No." Zhongqin lowered his eyes, but the corners of his lips curled up, "It's a hot and dry heart."

"……That……"

"Don't worry about me." Zhongqin lay down, pulled the quilt under his nose, covering his lips, "Just sleep."

The cotton quilt cover used at home has been carefully selected, and it should be very soft and delicate, but now it rubs against his lips, but it only feels rough, far inferior to the previous touch.

Ji Shuyuan, the arrogant and indifferent movie star, no matter how fierce and domineering his relatives' actions are, they will not weaken the softness of his lips in any way.

Zhongqin raised his hand to hold his violently bulging chest, took a slow and long breath, the thought in his mind was completely opposite to the smile on his lips, and he was cursing people upside down——

Scoundrel, bastard, bastard.

Playing cards not according to common sense, disturbed him to sleep tonight.

This time it was indeed too early and too deep.

Zhongqin was being burned by the scorching heat left on his lips, and at the same time he was thinking dimly: But this is not a bad thing. Now that you have decided to act, you must perform to the best of your ability. Not something to worry about now.

Anyway...he wasn't crazy alone.

There is no way out.