Immersive performance [entertainment circle]

Like snow falling into plum blossoms, there were several deep or light red marks scattered on Zhongqin's back.

Maybe because I rubbed it when I took off the makeup just now, there is still a smudge around these red marks, and it gradually blends with the porcelain white skin as if the meaning is still unfinished.

And not only at the back, but more at the front, and even several of them are surrounded by shameful parts, which contrast with his own pink color.

The few people present looked at each other in blank dismay, and they probably couldn't help but think of the scene that created these red marks at that time.

Zhong Qin had no expression on his face, but his heart seemed to be curled up.

He is not afraid of being watched.

The main reason is that under the bath of so many meaningful eyes, he will recall yesterday as hard as others.

Ji Shuyuan seldom makes dirtytalk speeches on the bed, but he will guide Zhongqin to say more embarrassing words.

Most of the speeches were beyond what he could have uttered while he was sober.

Zhongqin caught a glimpse of the two people in front of him looking at his chest from the corner of his eye, and inevitably recalled that time——

Ji Shuyuan leaned over to kiss him, twirled his fingertips there, and sighed, "No wonder."

Zhongqin asked in confusion, "No wonder why?"

"No wonder I felt last time..." Ji Shuyuan laughed and said, "You're quite new."

"..." Zhongqin didn't respond, "What do you mean?"

"The color." Ji Shuyuan said, "very light."

Seeing that Zhongqin still didn't understand, he added: "It looks like I haven't been messed with by others."

After speaking, he fiddled a few times.

It took Zhongqin a long time to realize what he meant, and his ears were bleeding from embarrassment: "This is natural! It has nothing to do with whether you can get it or not!"

"I also heard about it." Ji Shuyuan said happily, "It's the first time, and I have little knowledge, so I can only hear it. Experiment more in the future, and there will be correct results."

He emphasized the word "first time", which made Zhongqin feel a little regretful for telling the whole story so easily.

I thought he didn't care so he admitted it so quickly, but I didn't expect that he actually cared a lot.

At that time, Zhongqin only felt regret, and his mind was full of subconsciousness that wanted to make up for it, so he blurted out faster than his thoughts: "Then I did it myself, doesn't it count?"

"..."

Ji Shuyuan slowed down, and asked with a deep smile, "Have you done it yourself?"

It took Zhongqin two seconds to realize what he had said in order to tease the other party.

Judging by the actor's reaction, the [-] that hurt the enemy must be discounted.

So he kept his mouth shut and played dead.

"How did you do it?" Ji Shuyuan caressed gently, and asked leisurely, "Is it done this way, or is it done this way?"

Zhongqin was so confused by him that he couldn't pretend anymore, he opened his mouth to try to divert the other party's attention, and yelled: "Mr. Ji is so powerful... let me go... I was wrong..."

Ji Shuyuan obviously didn't let him go.

So he's still a little swollen today.

It's not particularly noticeable, but it's definitely swollen.

I don't know if these people around see it.

If you can see it... Then there is really no way to explain why he has such completely unnecessary traces when he is clearly dedicated to the drama.

Fortunately, soon Liang Chengcheng said it was fine and asked him to get dressed.

It doesn't really make any difference whether Zhongqin's costume fits well or not, at most it's the difference between seduction and temptation.

He hastily fastened his belt, turned around and looked at Liang Cheng, with an obedient and innocent look on his face.

It seems that it wasn't him who was full of ambiguity just now.

"It's a bit much." Liang Cheng touched his chin and said, "But it's really better than makeup."

He looked around at several photographers: "What do you think?"

Everyone has obviously heard of Zhongqin and Ji Shuyuan's practice of killing first and then playing, and they did not show any surprise.

It is a relief that straight men seem to be less sensitive when it comes to such topics.

"You two are too dedicated." One of the photographers sighed, and then asked curiously, "Is this a mouthful or a hand? Does it hurt?"

"Both." Zhongqin smiled, "It doesn't hurt."

"Hey, this is really going all out!" Another photographer joked, "What is the psychology of Mr. Ji when planting strawberries? Men and women feel differently, right?"

"I don't feel anything." Ji Shuyuan said without emotion, "It's just work, I didn't think much about it."

Zhongqin maintained an awkward yet polite smile.

But I thought in my heart, Teacher Ji's body is much more honest than his mouth.

His mouth is like a clam shell, it's hard when facing other people, but it's not necessarily soft when it's just the two of them.

Of course, the mouth is not the hardest.

So this person is really, really dishonest.

"Okay, I asked you to come talk about business, why are you making jokes?" Liang Cheng's voice cut off the jokes of the crowd, "Do you know that we are spending money every second when we are talking here?"

"I know." The photographer who was joking before said, "There is nothing wrong with this, it can be photographed."

"Indeed." An older photographer agreed, "The main thing is how to shoot."

"It's good, let's leave it at that." Another photographer brother also said, "It's convenient to take pictures anywhere."

The words "shooting everywhere" reminded Liang Cheng, and immediately asked: "Do we still have a shot of shooting ass?"

"Ahem..." Zhongqin choked on his own saliva a few times.

Seeing him like this, Liang Cheng laughed instead: "Why are you so shy at this time? I've done everything, and it's not bad for those few."

"...Yes." Zhongqin lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Yes."

Liang Cheng was stunned: "Huh?"

He originally wanted to make some more now, but when he heard Zhongqin say it unexpectedly, he thought he had heard it wrong, and confirmed in shock: "What is there? There is also on the buttocks?!"

"..."

Zhongqin seemed embarrassed, touched his neck, and nodded.

Several photographers immediately laughed and joked:

"Yo!"

"Teacher Ji is amazing!"

"This is really costly!"

"It's rare to see such a dedicated actor these days!"

"Director Liang, you can't justify not getting paid!"

"Go, go!" Liang Cheng saw Zhongqin blushing, and pretended to kick a few people, "Hurry up and get ready! The filming is about to start! What are you doing here? Use your salary to give them an extra pay?"

The crowd dispersed, Liang Cheng looked at the two people in front of him hesitantly, and asked politely, "You two...haven't felt anything...uncomfortable since filming, right?"

"No." Zhongqin lowered his eyebrows and closed his neckline pleasingly, "Don't worry, the director, we know this is necessary for filming."

After a pause, he said with a smile: "I have experienced the almost death of Diao Weiya before, these are nothing."

Ji Shuyuan glanced at him upon hearing this.

Zhongqin also happened to look at him, and said with a smile, "I have wronged Teacher Ji, thanks to him not despising me."

"It's almost there." Ji Shuyuan didn't seem to want to hear his compliments, so he nodded at Liang Cheng and said, "Let's go make up."

Liang Cheng looked at the time, ouched, and waved his hand: "Hurry up, hurry up!"

Ji Shuyuan walked away, and Zhongqin followed behind him.

Turning the corner, Ji Shuyuan's footsteps suddenly slowed down, Zhongqin didn't notice for a moment, and hit his forehead on his back.

"hug……"

Zhongqin wanted to apologize subconsciously, but Ji Shuyuan had already turned around, his gaze fell below his waistband.

"I dislike it?" His eyes drooped slightly, "Where on your whole body have I not touched?"

"...Mr. Ji," Zhongqin leaned his shoulders against the wall, and turned back as if avoiding it, "Aren't you ashamed to say this in public?"

Ji Shuyuan: "I see you are not very shy."

"Where is it?" Zhongqin rubbed his ears, "I was so ashamed that my face turned red."

Ji Shuyuan raised his eyebrows: "You can knock down the roof when you put it on."

"Why are you doing this?" Zhongqin lifted his eyelids and swept over with a smile, "I'm obviously sincere."

"Which sentence is sincere?" Ji Shuyuan asked, "You say you are cool? Or praise me for being great?"

"Teacher Ji is so shameless, don't these two sentences have the same meaning?" Zhongqin sighed pretendingly, "You just want to hear me praise you."

"I want to hear it." Ji Shuyuan stared at him leisurely, "Are you boasting?"

"Then..." Zhongqin looked around and saw no one, so he leaned over and his hot voice rang in Ji Shuyuan's ear, "I'll praise you again at night, okay?"

Ji Shuyuan grabbed his wrist: "A blank check."

"Then what should we do?" Zhongqin really wanted to sigh this time, "I know you're upset, but it's unreasonable for you to get angry with me. Did I let you leave so many traces?"

Ji Shuyuan remained silent.

He was obviously very excited when he left marks on Zhongqin's neck in the morning.

At that time, he was only thinking about stamping his own brand on something he liked, and then showing it to others, so that he could implicitly tell everyone that this beautiful thing belonged to him.

But not all imprints can be shown to others.

Most of them are what he wants to keep for himself.

So from the moment Zhongqin came out after taking off his makeup, he was upset.

And this irritable mood reached its peak when Liang Cheng mentioned that he needed to shoot some special shots.

He saw a few photographers smiling at Zhongqin, and felt that everyone had bad intentions.

Reason collapsed into a dangerous string.

Ji Shuyuan suddenly thought, if he raised a canary, he might be reluctant to break the canary's wings, but he would definitely build the strongest prison.

Beautiful, golden, and airtight prison.

I don't want anyone in, and I don't want him out.

Probably reading something from his aggressive eyes, Zhongqin suddenly said: "Mr. Ji, I don't want to be someone's property for the time being—do you understand what I mean?"

Ji Shuyuan still didn't answer.

He pressed hard on the inside of Zhongqin's wrist with his thumb, then bent down, and kissed Zhongqin's nose lightly.

"!"

Zhongqin's eyes widened, he was taken aback, and immediately turned around to see if there was anyone around.

"When I was just in junior high school, I was obsessed with a game for a while." Ji Shuyuan didn't seem to care whether he would be seen or not, and said in a calm tone, "Because of playing games, my schedule was completely disrupted, and it even affected my study. .”

Although he didn't know why he mentioned this, Zhongqin still asked patiently: "And then?"

Ji Shuyuan stared at him quietly, and said slowly: "Then I destroyed the game console."

Zhongqin's heart skipped a beat.

"The game console didn't tell me that it didn't want to be destroyed." Ji Shuyuan said, "It didn't say that it wanted to stay."

"...it's just an object." Zhongqin said, "it won't speak."

"Yeah." Ji Shuyuan let him go, "But you will."

Zhongqin's fingers clenched tightly.

"Zhongqin." As if admonishing himself, Ji Shuyuan said in a low voice, "You are not an object, nor are you a bird that needs to be put on an anklet."

"..."

Obviously the other party was already farther away from him than before, but Zhongqin felt that the surrounding atmosphere was more oppressive than before.

He was a little out of breath.

"People will know where they want to stay." Ji Shuyuan asked softly, "Right?"

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