Borrowing a Kiss

Thinking of this episode, Liang Muqiu couldn't help but become a little weird.

But Cen Nan's mobile phone didn't have a sympathy with him, and he didn't obey his instructions at all, and he didn't consciously freeze the black screen at all.

After the rivalry scene between the female boss and the little policeman, it was Liang Muqiu's turn to play.

He was only under 22 at that time, and his brows were young, but he was as beautiful as pearls, white and clean, with a kind of pity powder. Half-buttoned, the black trousers were decent, but baggy, revealing a soft white waistline.

In this scene, in order to stimulate the little policeman, the female boss specially called the little lover she had raised to flirt in front of the little policeman.

A group of them are filming students' homework, and the teacher is also open-minded and not restrained, so they just gossip, the plot is wild, and they come as exciting as they want.

Liang Muqiu clearly should take the initiative to seduce the female boss in the play.

But he was only in his twenties that year, and he had only seduced one man, surnamed Cen and named Nan.Now if he is asked to seduce a woman, he doesn't know how to do it at all. He is lying on the imperial concubine's couch in an orderly manner. The wool blanket on the couch is white, and he is also white. The pearls fell into the snowdrifts.He was a bit reluctant to let go, his eyebrows were lowered and his eyes were lowered. He didn't look like a goblin raised by a big boss, but like a spoil that had been snatched back.

Six years have passed, Liang Muqiu, who is now 28, is still a bit thin-skinned. Looking at himself in the short video, he feels a little ashamed, and reaches out to block it, "What's so interesting, it won't affect the plot if you dance."

But as soon as his hand touched the phone, Cen Nan grabbed it.

Cen Nan looked down at him, his eyes were unclear, and he couldn't see any emotion, "Don't make trouble, I really want to see it."

Cen Nan pressed his hand under the palm of his hand, but restless, he inserted his fingers into the gap between his fingers, caressing with nothing.

And in the short video, the female boss also bullied her, sitting on the imperial concubine's couch, teasing her lover like playing the piano, and skipping her fingers like a superficial touch, meaning that she had it, but she didn't touch the real point .

They were all students back then, and none of them were professionals, so they didn't know how many times they laughed.This kind of "molesting" plot, the girls don't pursue professionalism, most of them are fake, mainly relying on borrowing.

Too common to be worth mentioning.

But it was not like that in Cen Nan's eyes.

He saw Liang Muqiu stretched out on the couch, like an innocent deer in the forest, so beautiful that no one wanted to capture him.

This is the Liang Muqiu he had seen before.

Because at this time, Liang Muqiu had been separated from him for more than a year.

In a place far away from him, all the beauty and warmth of Liang Muqiu have nothing to do with him, but they are seen by others.

This is what he deserves.

But he couldn't help being jealous.

He lowered his eyes, and gently rubbed the hand on Liang Muqiu's waist.

He seemed curious, and asked calmly, "You guys have been filming this scene for a long time, right?"

Liang Muqiu didn't dare to look at the screen, but he didn't think much about it, and he recalled it seriously, "It's not long, just an hour or two."

Cen Nan's eyes darkened.

"This scene is difficult to shoot, how did she touch you, is that so?" Cen Nan's hand touched Liang Muqiu's waistline, and from the waistline all the way up, he poked into his nightgown.

Now the fool understands what it means.

Liang Muqiu was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect Cen Nan to play a hooligan in such an aboveboard manner.

The mobile phone fell to the side, rolled a few times on the soft quilt, and turned it over, only the slight sound could be heard, but the picture could not be seen.

And Cen Nan turned over, the quilt was arched by his back, he supported Liang Muqiu's side with one hand, and grabbed Liang Muqiu's wrist with the other hand, and put it to his lips to kiss.

His side face is sharp, with sculptural curves, but his eyes seem to be filled with mist and fire, and they are tightly hooked on Liang Muqiu's body.

He asked, "Tell me, did she touch you like this?"

As he asked, his lips moved upward along Liang Muqiu's wrist.

A kiss as light as a feather.

Just rubbing it against the skin lightly, if you say it's lustful, it's really not that good, but if you say it's pure, it's like a prairie fire.

YouQi Cen Nan stared at Liang Muqiu without blinking.

His eyes have always been beautiful, seemingly indifferent and distant, when he stares at people obsessively, he is also affectionate, his endless words seem to be hidden in his eyes, forming a pair of reflections of Liang Muqiu.

Finally, Cen Nan's lips touched the collarbone, the side of the neck, and lightly landed on Liang Muqiu's chin.

But he refused to kiss Liang Muqiu's lips.

The two of them are now very close, their eyes are facing each other, the tips of their noses are touching, and their breathing is entangled, but there is only a narrow gap between their lips.

Liang Muqiu's face was already pink, and his heart was beating like a drum.

Whether it was now or now, he would easily lose his head when he met Cen Nan.

When he was filming in his senior year, the girl who played the boss was very relaxed when filming with him. He was nervous when facing the camera, but he was not shy when facing the girl.

He didn't even have the slightest heartbeat for her pretentious teasing.

But Cen Nan's fingers only gently pressed his lips, rubbing his lips with slightly rough fingertips, like kneading a plump and juicy peach, he unconsciously softened his waist, and his brain became dizzy. It became a paste, like a river that melted in spring, flowing gently.

He is not irresistible to temptation.

He just couldn't resist Cen Nan.

Cen Nan's fingers brushed along the crevice of his lips, using a little force, his eyes were terribly deep, like a tyrant, but also like a lover.

He asked hoarsely, "Qiu Bao, good boy, tell me, where did she touch you?"

Liang Muqiu couldn't tell.

After six years, who still remembers many things.

He vaguely remembered the answer in his heart, but in fact he didn't touch it anywhere, the girls are also thin-skinned, and when he touched it, it was all clothes.

It's not as polite as Cen Nan, who only touches the flesh.

But he just pursed his lips, and the beads of his lips touched the tips of Cen Nan's nails.

Cen Nan's voice became even hoarse, "That's why I touched everything."

After saying this, he pulled away his fingers, leaned forward slightly, and kissed Liang Muqiu with his lips.

Where does he need an answer.

He does not need it.

He just took advantage of the topic, kissed Liang Muqiu, kissed his long-lost lover, now he was like a beast with insatiable desires, he had to keep asking Liang Muqiu for it, in order to calm the emptiness that had been separated for many years.

The tip of his tongue penetrated into Liang Muqiu's teeth, entangled the tip of his tongue, biting hard, like tearing off his well-dressed skin, revealing the ferocious beast inside.

Liang Muqiu hissed in pain, but he didn't stop.

He opened his eyes to look at Cen Nan, and gently pressed his finger under Cen Nan's ear, where there was a small black mole.

Except for Liu Fengtao, he can't remember the faces of those who made this short film with him back then. Even if he rewatched it just now, it can only wake up the memory for a moment.

But for so many years.

But he didn't even forget the mole on Cen Nan's ear.

If he really wanted to stop Cen Nan, he could speak now.

But the night is gentle, the bedroom is dark and gloomy, and the citrus fragrance is transpiring in the warm quilt, turning into an ambiguous introduction.

He ended up saying nothing.

On seduction, it still depends on Concubine Cen