Immersive performance [entertainment circle]

Zhong Qin prided himself on being brazen, but he was also warmed up by the actor's words.

This is too humiliating, he has always been the only one who teases others, why has he ever been manipulated by others?

After a while, the story had already been turned over, and Ji Shuyuan suddenly added a sentence: "It looks like the outside, and it looks like the inside."

"..."

The film king is not a man when he is a hooligan.

While feeling ashamed and embarrassed, Zhongqin retorted in his mind: How does it look like?

That thing is hard when it is not cooked, it is brittle to bite, and it hurts when you pat it.

When it is ripe, press it and it will rot, and the skin and flesh will sink together, and it will not bounce.

Also deserve to compare with him?

But these words are too shameless, Zhongqin's mind boils when he thinks about it, how dare he say it out.

He moved unnaturally, almost urging angrily, "Hurry up."

"It can't be fast." Ji Shuyuan said solemnly, "You will get hurt."

Zhongqin was angry and wanted to laugh: "You understand."

"Know a little bit, and learn by groping."

Speaking of this, Ji Shuyuan glanced at him meaningfully, and emphasized: "This is my first time."

"..."

God.

Zhongqin was even more desperate.

Two rookies who don't understand anything and are not prepared for anything - who gave them the courage?

Zhongqin suspected that he was going to be killed, but he didn't have the slightest tendency to resist.

He is a person who doesn't even bother to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night because he is in a hurry to urinate, and he won't get up until he can't stand it anymore. At this time, he is naturally a salty fish, so Ji Shuyuan can do whatever he wants.

Anyway, no matter how sharp the knife is, it is still hanging above the head without falling off.

Besides, the film king seemed to be very tolerant, it was like that just now, didn't he immediately retreat because he was worried that he would regret it?

Let's talk about it when the pain is unbearable.

The diligent air conditioner failed to beat the two people whose body temperature was rising, and the indoor air became thicker, making it difficult to breathe.

Zhongqin's pajamas were covered with sweat, sticky and uncomfortable.

With help, he struggled to take off his wet clothes and threw them aside. He finally felt a little cooler on his body, but his heart became more and more anxious.

Because Ji Shuyuan didn't seem as embarrassed as he was.

Obviously this person just took a shower, only wrapped in a bathrobe, far less neat than Zhongqin's at the beginning, but he is quite calm.

As expected of a saint, he can really bear it.

Unconvinced, Zhongqin raised his hand to mess up his hair, and pulled off the belt hanging by his hand.

"..."

Ji Shuyuan hesitated for a moment, Zhongqin swallowed and turned his eyes away.

After a while, he felt that he shouldn't be so shy, so he turned his eyes away again.

"... Teacher Ji is very talented." He was obviously taken aback, but he still tried to be brave, and smiled with the corners of his lips raised, "If you really compared me at that time, I might really feel inferior."

——When they first met, they almost took off their pants in the dressing room to compare their sizes.

Of course Zhongqin knew that he was being self-indulgent, how could the great actor do such a shameful thing.

"It's okay." Ji Shuyuan obviously remembered that time, and said with a smile, "You don't need it either."

Zhongqin: "..."

As long as the great actor thinks about it, the harm to others is still as severe as ever.

Fortunately, Ji Shuyuan didn't hold on to him, and vaguely knew Zhongqin's psychology, allowing him to make a mess of himself.

It's as if the two are equal.

Ji Shuyuan thinks that he has already taken the biggest advantage, and he doesn't mind making concessions on other matters, and is willing to prolong the previous relationship for the sake of the other party's experience.

For a long time, Zhongqin felt something cool dripping on his face. He raised his eyes and saw that the film emperor had endured so much that his veins were bulging, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, as if he was very uncomfortable.

"Okay..." He said with difficulty, "It's okay..."

Ji Shuyuan bowed his head and kissed his eyes tenderly, and said in a low voice, "It's too late to regret it now."

"...I don't regret it." Zhongqin was about to give birth to a feeling of resentment, and gouged him out, "Are you tired?"

"Respect the wishes of the receiver." Ji Shuyuan said, "This is our family motto."

In fact, in Ji Shuyuan's tutoring, premarital sex is absolutely not allowed.

Although this family rule is mainly to restrain the boys in the family and prevent them from harming the girls of other families, and he himself is in a special situation, so he didn't intend to harm the girls at first.

But after being infiltrated by this kind of thinking over time, Ji Shuyuan really never thought of going further with the other party before establishing a long-term and stable relationship.

That first kiss was already quite out of bounds.

But Zhongqin always has a way to break his bottom line.

He remembered that on the first day of reading, he had taken the initiative to try Zhongqin's coffee, which was as bitter as poison.

He clearly hated anything with a strong smell, but at that moment he thought, if he could endure it all the time, would it mean he had enough courage.

After all, the more beautiful things are, the more dangerous they are.

How dare a cowardly person drink such poison as Zhongqin.

But now Ji Shuyuan knew that his thinking was wrong.

Because poison is not bitter.

Poison poison kills invisible, it is his favorite taste.

Drinking poison does not require courage, as early as the moment he made a choice, he had no turning back.

He loves it.

The cheeks of the person below him were flushed, the corners of their eyes seemed to have been smeared with rouge, and were dizzy with tears.

The hair on the temples was drenched with sweat.

This little thing clearly has no strength, but it still insists on talking.

Even if the tone of voice lost control occasionally, he just bit his lip, then sucked in air, and let it out word by word, with his panting.

Most of them were praises for Ji Shuyuan.

"The mouth is sweet." Ji Shuyuan wiped away the tears at the end of his eyes with his fingers, and brushed away the wet hair sticking to his temples.

Knowing it shouldn't be, but still couldn't help asking: "Who taught it?"

Zhongqin smiled at him: "I too... also have talents..."

Usually he is shrewd when he smiles, but now he looks a little silly.

The unspeakable jealousy in Ji Shuyuan's heart also melted away.

He grabbed Zhongqin's hand and pressed it on top of his head, tracing along the beautiful bone line, starting from the fingertips.

Every morning during the reading period, the iced Americano placed on Zhongqin's table would leave a puddle of water.

Zhongqin likes to use his fingers to scrape the water drops seeping from the wall of the cup, and then press heavily on the water stains on the table, stirring up the liquid to splash, and occasionally falling on the hands of Ji Shuyuan who is sitting next door.

Cold as a pinprick.

His hands are so cold.

It was so hot that I was sweating, but my hands were still so cold.

Sure enough, the person who looks warm and brilliant, but his heart is as cold and stubborn as a stone.

Ji Shuyuan sighed, leaned over to hold the slightly cold knuckle in his hand, and felt the temperature of his fingertips with the tip of his tongue, the feeling was even colder than touching it.

Zhongqin turned his head and glanced vaguely at the intertwined fingers of the two. He only felt that his fingertips seemed to be dazzlingly red, so he subconsciously wanted to curl up.

Ji Shuyuan let him curl up, and took advantage of his height to wrap his fist tightly in his palm.

Then he pulled it to his lips and licked it again.

It is said that a human fist is as big as a heart.

It's a pity that no matter how hot the tip of the tongue is, it won't reach his heart.

Ji Shuyuan narrowed his eyes, and his gaze fell straight down.

——Only this place showed the most enthusiasm.

But it was far from his own temperature.

It was still hot when I touched it with my hands, but now it doesn't feel hot enough.

He simply pulled over the quilt to cover him up, as if he could warm him up in this way.

However, it didn't take long for Zhongqin to yell "hot" and lift off the heavy quilt.

Ji Shuyuan touched it with a sullen face, it was clearly still cold.

He scooped up the man and put it against his body, and put his cheek against the tip of his ear, listening to him whisper bold words, but he still felt that it was not enough.

Does he act like this in front of others?

Or more enthusiastic?

He knew that his body temperature was high, and he also knew that Zhongqin's temperature was low.

But he just wanted to make him the same as himself.

It seems that only in this way can he feel that he is not the only one who is intoxicated by this.

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There was a cute comment in the last chapter that was deleted, it wasn’t me orz

Originally, I thought the description was pretty good 23333, but I didn’t know which word was wrong, so I didn’t dare to post it...

感谢在2021-09-1118:00:00~2021-09-1218:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: I regret killing Hua Tuo one;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of Hui;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!