you come a little closer

The night is cold as water.

There was a long silence in the room.

Yu Cong'an sat on the sofa, pulled up the mask that had started to slide, leaned his eyes towards Sister Lei in front of him, and sighed softly: "Sister Lei, if you look at me like this again, I suspect that you want to have a funny story with me. I fell in love underground."

Sister Lei ignored her gags, her expression was extremely complicated: "You are really talented now, I haven't noticed it for a while, you dare to fuck...fuck women on the set."

This made people blush.

"It's really not what you see," Yu Cong'an leaned back, already calm, "I don't dare to do anything to others."

"What's that like?"

Seeing that Yu Cong'an hadn't returned to the room so late, although she knew that the two of them were going to get along, she was also worried that she didn't sleep enough and would be out of shape the next day.

Unexpectedly, when he opened the door, he saw them rolling on the sofa.

There are also pornographic cartoons on the computer that make people's blood boil.

The lights were dim and ambiguous, and she could even see their long legs entangled together, it was... outrageous!

Just woke up from sleep, Yu Cong'an himself was a little surprised when he saw the scene at first, but he could reason it out quickly - it was probably because she tripped someone up, and she didn't have a serious hand to hold him around. arms.

She explained it again, and this time she took off the mask, threw it away, turned on the faucet to wash off the essence on her face, looked at her fair and delicate face in the mirror, and then said, "You were not in a hurry to take me with you just now. Let's go, maybe she will explain it to you clearly."

At this moment, Miss Lei completely calmed down.

I think this is really unlikely.

Although Yu Cong'an likes women, and there is no shortage of same-sex lovers in the circle, she can't meet all of them.

"It's my fault," Sister Lei looked at her angrily, "Then you have to be a little bit security-conscious, this time the people who come in are all your own people, in case..."

After finally listening to Sister Lei's lecture, Yu Cong'an settled down and lay on the bed.

Her bed was against the wall, maybe it was too quiet at night, she could hear the sound of the wind passing through the gaps in the leaves outside the window, and some scenes began to emerge in her mind.

At that time, as soon as she opened her eyes, she could see Tan Yi's pair of black and moist eyes, and she could clearly see the radiating lines of her pupils, like a finely carved black diamond, translucent and lustrous.

Tan Yi's breath was gently wrapped around the tip of her nose, just like her own hands were attached to her narrow waist.

She still had a warm breath when she spoke, and it landed on Yu Cong'an's chin.She said, "Teacher Yu, can you let me get up?"

Maybe it was too close, or maybe her breath and voice were too lingering.

It sounds so...inexplicably itchy.

Yu Cong'an turned over, drove those fragmentary memories out of his mind, smiled at his wild thoughts, and fell asleep drowsily.

The next day, the town was rarely sunny.

At noon, the intimate scene between Yu Cong'an and Tan Yi finally started. Although it wasn't too explicit, director Wang Linke cleared the scene ahead of time, fearing that they wouldn't be able to perform well.

In today's scene, Lin Qingfeng fell in the swimming pool, and Lan Meng applied safflower oil to her, only to spill herself all over.The behavior of the two was too close, and the ambiguity was on the verge of breaking out.

Everything is in place for lighting photography.

As the director shouted, the machine began to move towards the positions of the two people.

……

When Lan Meng went downstairs holding the safflower oil bottle, Lin Qingfeng was lying on the sofa at the moment.

She didn't change clothes, she was still in her bathing suit.

"You'll catch a cold like this."

Lin Qingfeng didn't care, she turned up slightly, hooked her calf on the armrest of the sofa, looked at her, "Teacher Lan, I'm in pain,"

Lan Meng stepped forward and held her right leg, her ankle was red, swollen and bruised.Her gaze went all the way up from the slender legs, and stopped at her waist, where there were many small bumps, obviously due to the cold.

She frowned slightly, pulled the blanket and covered Lin Qingfeng tightly from head to toe, but finally lifted it to her ankles from bottom to bottom.

Outside the monitor, the director and assistant director glanced at each other.

This is a plot that is not in the script, but right now it seems that there is no violation, so there is no call to stop.

On the screen, the play between the two is still going on.

Lan Meng looked at her round pink toes, painted with strong red nail polish, just like her, as hot as a flame.

When he lost his mind, the safflower oil in his hand immediately spilled on his clothes.

There was a strong smell of medicinal wine spreading in the room, which irritated people's nasal cavity.Lan Meng was forcefully pressed on the sofa by Lin Qingfeng, with the tissue lingering on her chest.

They were separated by a layer of blankets, but they couldn't block the transmission of temperature, and she could still clearly feel Lin Qingfeng's skin.

With a kind of delicacy and tenderness unique to youth.

Both of them were speechless, staring at each other.

This is not the first time they have looked at each other, it is indeed the closest time, Lan Meng can see her eyes, herself in the eyes and the ups and downs of her body when she breathes.

rustling --

It was the sound of paper towels rubbing against clothes.

The people on the body are getting closer and closer.

They want to wipe lips with lips and waist to waist.The skin is a little dry and hot, maybe it's the medicinal wine, or maybe it's brought by the person on the body.

Lan Meng felt like she was in a sea of ​​fire, only the people in front of her were ice, water, and rain.

Her breathing began to increase unconsciously, her lips parted slightly, but she couldn't say anything.

"it is good!"

"Card!"

Hearing the director's voice, Yu Cong'an took a deep breath, but Tan Yi's breath inspired her heart, which made her internal organs seem to be burning.

She turned her face slightly.

Tan Yi propped her hand on the sofa, and her chin just happened to be rubbed by the tip of her nose, and it was a little itchy. She held her breath so that the warm breath in the nasal cavity could stay for a longer time.

This is where both of them got into the game.

Wang Linke, who has been directing plays for so many years, naturally saw that something was wrong with them at a glance, and immediately asked people to make noises, trying to bring out their emotions.

Tan Yi got up from the sofa first, and the assistant handed her a bottle of water. She unscrewed the cap and handed it to Yu Cong'an next to her, "Teacher Yu, here it is."

Yu Cong'an also sat up, breathing more steadily, took the water with a smile, took a sip, and finally suppressed the unstable heat.

Wang Linke watched it repeatedly in front of the monitor. This episode is very important, and the effect must meet expectations.

Fortunately, their performance was a success.

He looked at Yu Cong'an and Tan Yi who were standing behind him, and said with satisfaction, "It's pretty good. It seems that this method is very effective. You can try it again later."

"..."

Yu Cong'an thought of those hot-eyed movies, touched the tip of his nose, and didn't answer his words.

She glanced sideways at Tan Yi, and found that she was still wearing the costume in the play. Although her limbs were long and slender, she looked very seductive, but... isn't she cold?

Thinking of this, she asked, "Aren't you cold?"

"A little bit," Tan Yi let down her tied long hair, and the slightly curly hair tail hung down to her waist, fluttering in the wind, making her thinner, "My assistant is not here, so let it be cold, and it won't freeze. "

These words made Yu Cong'an frown.

She bent over and picked up the coat she had put on the chair, handed it to her, and said, "You just wear it first."

"Okay."

Tan Yi put it on unceremoniously.

Yu Cong'an thinks she is tall, 1.7 meters tall, and Tan Yi and Tan Yi always feel that they are about the same height, whether they are getting along or filming, but when her coat looks a bit short and narrow on her body, she realizes that they are so tall The gap is so obvious.

She looked away and asked casually, "Is it still cold?"

"Cold. Teacher Yu, can you warm my hands?"

Yu Cong'an felt a little funny when he looked down at the pair of slender and white hands with slender knuckles and rounded and smooth nails in his palm.

She must be full of motherhood today, otherwise, how could she be idle and warm her hands?

It's just that Tan Yi's hands are really pretty, the roots are slender, like pinched onion tips.

From time to time, a gust of cold wind would blow over the set, and Yu Cong'an only felt his hair tingling, but he didn't pay attention to it.

When she was counting the circles of Tan Yi's right hand, the person in front of her seemed to move.

She looked up.

Tan Yi leaned towards her, slowly stretched her slender fingers over her ears, and slid her fingertips back, the slight itchiness dissipated immediately.

"Teacher Yu, your hair is blown to the corner of your mouth."

It was obviously a normal action, but when she did it, there was an indescribable allure inexplicably.

Yu Cong'an let go of her fingers.

She thought, maybe she hasn't come out of the play yet.

Yu Cong'an's next scene was about to start, she checked the time, took the script and hurried to Group B.

The assistant came back from the residential building with a power bank, and saw Tan Yi wrapped in a coat that didn't belong to her, and looked around.

"Sister Tan, didn't I just give you the clothes?"

Tan Yi held the cuff of the coat with her fingertips, looked at the direction where Yu Cong'an was sitting just now, and raised the corners of her lips: "I borrowed it out."

"Ah?" The assistant immediately put down the power bank, "I'll go back and get another one, what if it freezes?"

On the other end, Yu Cong'an had just arrived at the studio of group B, and before she entered, the mobile phone in her pocket froze, and it was a message sent to her by the screenwriter.

Clicking on it, the first one is a photo, which happened to be the scene where she and Tan Yi shook hands to keep warm.

They didn't have anything at first, but when the photo was taken, what they saw was her bowing her head and holding Tan Yi's hand, and Tan Yi looked at her brows tenderly.

It is simply full of ambiguous atmosphere.

Screenwriter: [Xiao Yu, post a Weibo. 】

Actors are obliged to promote the play, Yu Cong'an had no objection, and walked into the studio after posting a Weibo.

……

City C, Haodu Airport.

Liang Jing'an carried her suitcase and left the airport.

She took the taxi that was transferred to the station, took out her mobile phone, looked at the call record first, and then opened WeChat.

In the small group of friends, someone posted several groups of photos, all of which were about Yu Cong'an, and one of them was a screenshot of Yu Cong'an's Weibo.

Yu CN: It's getting cold. [picture]

Liang Jing'an held the phone tightly and looked at it for a long time, the corners of her lips slowly curved into a mocking arc.

Her surname is Liang.

Yu Cong'an didn't post on Weibo for so long, and suddenly he posted something cold, is he trying to soften her?

For my own face, I specially added a photo of shaking hands with another woman to annoy her.

The more she thought about it, the more Liang Jing'an felt that it was possible.

The friends in the group are saying: [You don’t care about this?Yu Cong'an is really getting more and more immodest, isn't he really planning to break up?The actor is ruthless, be careful. 】

Liang Jing'an lowered her eyes, determined: [Don't worry, she will beg me to reconcile soon,]

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The author has something to say:

感谢在2021-10-0520:06:50~2021-10-1008:30:46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 grenade: 1 little prince selling jujube;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 2 little princes who sell jujubes; 1 dark fragrance;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 3 bottles of poplar nectar are not bad;

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