Immersive performance [entertainment circle]

Tomorrow I will mainly be filming the evening scene, I will take a rest in the morning, and I will start preparations in the afternoon, so many people drank alcohol at the dinner tonight.

When the door was opened, Zhongqin smelled alcohol before he saw anyone.

In fact, Ji Shuyuan didn't drink much, but the table he was sitting at was full of drunkards, after one night, he was already marinated.

"Did you just come back?"

Relying on Cui Zhengqian's remaining prestige to avoid being persuaded to drink, Zhongqin sat at the table near the door with a group of girls who didn't drink, and escaped early, returning earlier than the drunkards.

Ji Shuyuan didn't answer, his eyes lingered on him.

Zhongqin was in a state of distress at the moment, the bath towel on his head was soaked wet, his eyelashes and the tip of his nose were stained with water.

The thin layer of clothes turned translucent, firmly attached to the skin, and the bottom of the clothes was still dripping with water.

The trousers were dark in color and light in color, and the ankles were flimsy and easy to break due to the wide trouser legs, and the jade-white and thin feet were still without shoes.

Ji Shuyuan frowned deeply: "What's going on?"

"There was a leak in the bathroom, and I was drenched all over." Zhongqin smiled flatteringly, "Mr. Ji, I would like to borrow your bathroom to take a shower."

Ji Shuyuan stepped aside, "Come in first."

After closing the door, he bent down and took a new pair of disposable slippers from the shoe cabinet, unwrapped them and put them at Zhongqin's feet: "Put them on."

"Put it on after taking a shower." Zhongqin took half a step back, "My feet are dirty."

Ji Shuyuan didn't force him this time, raised his chin and said, "Go, there is a set of toiletries in it that I haven't used before, and the bathrobe and towel are new."

Zhongqin smiled so much that his brows and eyes curled up, "Thank you, Teacher Ji! You are such a good person!"

"..."

Ji Shuyuan's eyelids twitched at his inexplicable good card.

Zhongqin didn't show any politeness to him, turned around and went into the bathroom.

The glass that separates the bathroom from the toilet is transparent glass, while the glass that separates the outside from the entire washroom is frosted glass.

Can't see people clearly, but can vaguely see a shadow.

Although the hotel rooms are large in size, they are square and regular, so there are no twists and turns in the interior layout, so that no matter where Ji Shuyuan hides in the room, he can always see the shadow in the bathroom when he looks up.

The bathroom glass was not sealed, Zhong Qin turned on the hot water, and the steam permeated out, and then stuck to the frosted glass to condense into fine water droplets, reflecting the scene inside more and more vividly.

Ji Shuyuan sat on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, and the script in his hand did not turn to the next page for a long time.

He looked over there coldly, and felt that the temperature in the bathroom seemed to be coming through the glass, making his chest feel hot from the steam.

His mind was full of Zhongqin standing wet at his door, like a poor poodle, smiling at him eagerly and flatteringly.

It may be due to the atmosphere, Zhongqin's face was particularly pale at that time, and his jaw was a fragile one that he could clamp firmly without much effort.

With a snap, Ji Shuyuan closed the script, tugged at the collar, and undid the first button.

But he still didn't feel much better, his throat was dry and itchy, his breath was astringent and tight like pulling a steel wire from a crack, and it was accompanied by friction and heat.

Leprechaun.

——He became more and more suspicious that Zhongqin did it on purpose.

In just three 10 minutes, it feels like a century.

What the hell is there to wash?It's just that big, but the waist is so thin that he can pinch it with both hands, and can rub flowers out?

In ancient times, concubines and concubines were not as able to toss around as he was.

At this time, Yingdi Ji had already forgotten that he was obviously better than others, and wished he could rush in and take him out immediately and tell him to stop washing.

Finally, the sound of water stopped, followed by the sound of the glass door being pulled open.

With a rustle, Zhongqin wrapped up his bathrobe, pulled a handkerchief over his head, then stood in front of the sink and picked out a new toothbrush, while slowly rubbing his head through the handkerchief, While brushing his teeth with his eyes downcast.

After being smoked by the heat in the bathroom for half an hour, he was so drowsy that he didn't think about anything at the moment, only his hands were moving mechanically.

Suddenly, the bathroom door was pushed open.

Ji Shuyuan held the handle and stood at the door in a daze.

Zhong Qin turned his head, his movements were sluggish, his eyes dim: "What's wrong?"

Ji Shuyuan had already sorted out his emotions, and stepped in as if nothing had happened, "You didn't lock the door?"

"I don't have that habit." Zhongqin said vaguely, "The bathroom is the most dangerous place. In case of disaster, I can't even open the door."

"Well, yes."

Ji Shuyuan took out the hair dryer from the cabinet, walked behind him, and ripped off the towel from his head.

Zhongqin looked at the person behind him from the mirror, and asked in a daze, "What are you doing?"

"Blow your hair." Ji Shuyuan had no expression on his face, "Hurry up and finish it, I want to take a shower too."

Zhongqin spat out foam, pointed to the side with the toothbrush, "You can take a shower if you want, I don't need the bathroom anymore."

Ji Shuyuan glanced at the completely transparent glass door, ignored him, and turned on the hair dryer directly.

"I'm so honored—"

The loud noise drowned Zhongqin's words, so he could only make a face in the mirror and let Ji Shuyuan rub his head.

After washing his hair, Zhong Qin's hair was very soft, with a little curl at the end.

"Natural curly?" Ji Shuyuan raised a strand of hair with his index finger, and the curl at the end just wrapped around his finger.

"No...it was a little bit when I was a child, but it disappeared when I grew up. Now it should be because I did too much modeling before, that's it." Zhongqin had already brushed his teeth, and stood obediently at the sink While being rubbed, "My hair is soft, and the shape made by the splint doesn't last long. Sometimes I need to iron it a little... It's okay, it's just like this after washing, and it won't curl after drying."

Ji Shuyuan didn't speak.

After a long time, he said abruptly: "The roll is not bad."

Zhongqin didn't hear clearly, and tilted his head slightly: "Huh?"

Ji Shuyuan lifted the hair around his ears and gently pinched it between his fingers. The hair dryer turned around, and the hot air made his ears flush.

By coincidence, Ji Shuyuan slid his fingertips all the way down his ears by letting down his hair.

"Hiss..." Zhongqin snorted, subconsciously shrinking his neck, "It's a little itchy."

Ji Shuyuan scraped his jawline with his index finger, and then pinched his face against his chin.

Zhongqin raised his head with strength, and the light fell on his eyes, turning out the sparkling water color.

Ji Shuyuan's breath was approaching, his lips were hanging close to him, his hot breath stirred the intoxicating aroma of wine.

But no further down.

After a three-second stalemate, Ji Shuyuan was about to step back when Zhongqin grabbed his neck.

The wide sleeves slipped down, and the wet arms pressed against the back of the neck.

Ji Shuyuan's Adam's apple rolled, and he pulled him away restrainedly, "It's almost there, I'm going to take a shower."

"Oh."

Zhongqin turned around and leaned against the sink, staring straight at him.

Ji Shuyuan reeled up the cord of the hair dryer indiscriminately, stuffed the things into the cabinet, then pinched Zhongqin's shoulders and pushed him out of the bathroom.

With two clicks, the door was locked.

Zhongqin was stunned for a while, touched his nose, and laughed twice.

Although he didn't have time to find an opportunity to propose staying overnight, he didn't feel entangled. He went back to his room and changed into his pajamas, then came over again with the script in his arms, and lay on the sofa to watch tomorrow's shooting.

When Ji Shuyuan came out from the wash, Zhongqin's posture had changed to lying on the sofa with his back turned to this side.

The soft pajamas were squeezed into countless folds by the sagging waist, the trouser legs fell to the knees, and the two white legs were crossed and dangling.

Ji Shuyuan walked over slowly, grabbed his ankle with one hand and lifted him up, "Why haven't you left yet?"

Zhongqin turned his head, his shoulders and neck stretched out a beautiful line.

One of his legs was still under control, but his whole body was as flexible as a bow. It was obviously a very awkward posture, but after he slightly adjusted it, it became like a fixed-point dance movement, which was actually very pleasing to the eye.

"You said there was a water leak over my side, so I can't sleep anymore... just let me spend the night with you, okay?" Zhongqin curled his lips, "Don't look at me with such suspicious eyes, I'm really It wasn't intentional, I've contacted the front desk, there's really no way...you can't let me sleep with the assistant, right? The single bed in their standard room is very narrow...can you bear it?"

With a sullen face, Ji Shuyuan tugged hard with his hand, and dragged Zhongqin to the center of the sofa, just where he could completely cover him when he bent over.

"Zhongqin," he leaned on the back of the sofa, his eyes darkened, "Did I remind you that I like men?"

"I know." Zhongqin blinked, "So what's the matter?"

Ji Shuyuan hooked his lips, and let out a sneer in his throat: "You are really not afraid of anything."

"I didn't understand what Teacher Ji said." Zhongqin was pinched in pain, moved his legs, couldn't break free, so he gave up, and let go of his whole body like a salted fish, and said foolishly, "I'm so brave. The little one can't sleep in the middle of the night and has to be accompanied by an assistant."

What did Ji Shuyuan think of, "Is your assistant here?"

"No, I let him go back to his room." Zhongqin rolled his eyes, "Isn't it because you are with me?"

Ji Shuyuan looked at him indifferently for a moment, then suddenly let go of his hand, pressed his hips and turned him over, and touched his pockets on both sides.

Zhongqin felt itchy, and asked with a smile, "Just tell me what you're looking for...haha...it's so itchy..."

"Room card." Ji Shuyuan stopped his movements, straightened up and said, "You sleep here, I'll sleep over there."

"Don't...it's really noisy over there. How could I occupy the magpie's nest and let you suffer that kind of torture?" Zhongqin raised his foot to hook his calf, and immediately changed his face into a mournful expression, " And I really need someone to sleep with me, I won't lie to you..."

Ji Shuyuan was unmoved, "Look for your assistant."

"No, I told him to go back to sleep just now." Zhongqin sat up and grabbed the belt on his bathrobe, "Don't be so cruel, Great Film King."

Ji Shuyuan lowered his eyes, and the belt would completely unravel with just a slight pull.

I was in a hurry to go in just now, and forgot to bring a change of things, but there is nothing in the bathrobe at the moment.

"You'd better not tear it apart."

"Oh." Zhongqin quickly let go of his hand and made a gesture of surrender.

Then he laughed again, pointed at Ji Shuyuan's neckline and said, "But it's already loose."

The neckline was not tight at all, and the deep V barely opened above the abdomen.

Strong pectoral muscles looming.

Before Ji Shuyuan lowered his head to look, Zhong Qin licked his lips suddenly, and his voice floated over like a veil: "You are so hot, Mr. Ji."

"..."

Ji Shuyuan took a breath and swallowed dryly.

After a long time, he almost squeezed out the words between his teeth, and asked slowly: "Did you come here specially tonight to get fucked?"

Who would have thought that the always serious actor would utter such foul language?

Zhongqin froze for a moment, then laughed out loud as if he had been poked into a laughing hole.

"I'm not..." he laughed and coughed, "I didn't think about that... oh... can't it just be a sleep?"

Ji Shuyuan's face was full of "Do you think I'm joking with you?"

Zhongqin managed to catch his breath, looked up at him for a while, then lowered his head to think for a while.

Then he got up and stood on the sofa, patted Ji Shuyuan's hair tip lightly, and said softly, "Well, I actually thought about it too."

Ji Shuyuan silently looked at the past, his eyes fell on his collarbone.

"Anyway...in a few days we'll have to do a sex scene." Zhongqin lowered his hands and pinched his cuffs, looking a little nervous, "I'm not experienced yet...just...try it. It's just right, I think, After I tried the kissing scene with you last time, I did pretty well... Uh, what do you think?"

Ji Shuyuan raised his eyes and asked knowingly, "Do you like men?"

"I like it, isn't it obvious?"

After a pause, Zhongqin said again: "Besides, I just like Mr. Ji, although..."

Ji Shuyuan suddenly pinched the back of his neck, so that all the words behind him were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't continue to speak.

——It is enough to have the previous sentence, who wants to listen to his turning point.

"Didn't you want to kiss in the bathroom just now?" Ji Shuyuan pressed him to himself, "Now I'm clean, come?"

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感谢在2021-09-0800:32:53~2021-09-0818:03:40期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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