On the bone

Ning Huiran knew where the root of his problem was. Whenever Cheng Xinhai approached, the warmth from his close body, and the familiar body odor permeating in his nasal cavity made him play every minute. All he felt was the pastoral Mingyi, Mu Mingyi's influence on him outside the play far outweighs the "Winning Sea" in the play, and under such circumstances, he cannot become "Xia Pei" at all.

It was as if he was forcefully forced to separate his soul from his body, dismantle them and inject them into a body that was obviously his but not his. Hai was flirting and scolding, he couldn't even look at what should be Xia Pei, and it was normal for Yu Li to keep shouting Ka.

He didn't know how to act anymore.

The bed is still the same bed, the most eye-catching place in Chengxinhai's bedroom. You don't need to spend too much energy setting up too many scenes, just this one prop is enough. The mattress feels very good to the touch, and when you rub it, you can feel the slight heat from your palms.

As if someone whispered something in his ear, Ning Hui suddenly said "Ah?" and looked up at Mu Mingyi.

"I didn't speak." His voice was deep, and the drooping eyelashes could barely cover his eyes, and only when he slightly raised his chin could some light shine through.

Mu Mingyi used his mouth to reach for the cigarette caught between his middle finger and index finger. Ning Huiran found that his smoking posture was different from that of ordinary people. He likes to extend all his fingers as far as possible, bite the cigarette butt in the most comfortable way, and take a full puff. Ming Yi bent his arm, and hung it again on the long leg that was bent on one side.

He looked at Ning Huiran, opened his mouth and let the thick white mist waft from his mouth and nose.

It felt like someone had grabbed my heart.

Ning Huiran didn't dare to look at this provocative look at all.

He tried his best to control his expression, wanted to smile more relaxedly at this person, and was thinking about what to say to avoid this kind of embarrassment...

Skin is touched.

The soft and thin fine hair standing upright is the strongest proof that it is definitely not his own spiritual delusion.

Mu Mingyi's half arm dangled in the corner of his vision, and Ning Huiran felt the edge of the cigarette butt slipping on his skin at the same time, the smell of tobacco was strong, Mu Mingyi touched him with the hand holding the cigarette.

Cheeks, eyes, nose, to the back of the ears, and finally to the earlobe and right jawbone, as if joking and teasing, rubbing the part where the neck and jaw connect with each other a few times, pinching the ear softness with strength Flesh, Ning Huiran felt pain, he trembled, couldn't help crying out, his voice was hoarse, submerged in thick and heavy panting...

"Do you like me like this?"

The earlobe that has been played with so much heat spreads a large amount of tide to other parts of the body.

Ning Huiran didn't dare to open his mouth and would only pant indiscriminately, he was afraid of making embarrassing noises, his chest rose and fell without rhythm, a lot of ash foam fell from his shoulders and scattered on the bed.

At this time, the hand left, not to flick the ash, but to extinguish the whole cigarette, and poured a thin layer of water into the ashtray, the edge of the half-burned cigarette became blackened, and thin light gray smoke rose .

Ning Huiran couldn't leave his eyes, his heart was in his throat, he knew what Mu Mingyi was going to do to him, but he didn't know what he would do...

The weight is so real that the body not only does not reject it but bears it with pleasure. Being under this person is like satisfying some kind of primitive hunger and thirst. Ning Huiran even made a staccato sound because of excitement, Mu Mingyi's face In front of him, instead of supporting the bed with his big arms to keep a distance, he bends his elbows and pinches Ning Huiran obediently on both sides, lying on his body, the hot breath between his lips and teeth hits the same part of Ning Huiran, and his eyes focus on the same part of Ning Huiran. On Ning Huiran's mouth.

There is an inexplicable desire floating in the eyes, like the eyes of Xinxinhai when he wants to eat up Xia Pei, but it doesn't seem to be...

It's just as hot as the temperature.

"You can't bear to make out with me..." Mu Mingyi opened his mouth to speak, but Ning Huiran couldn't hear clearly. His attention was all on this person's mouth, and his mind was full of the feeling from the last time he posted it. He wanted to kiss, wanted to hold Su Yun in his mouth: "Still can't bear to make out with 'Cheng Xinhai'?"

Ning Huiran replied hesitantly, almost like raving.

As if on purpose, Mu Mingyi's mouth rubbed against his mouth every time he opened and closed, causing Ning Huiran to frown angrily. He grabbed Mu Mingyi's shirt collar and pulled it down. Going to reach his mouth, these actions were instinctively made by Mu Mingyi's temptation...

Until Ning Huiran heard his words, don't you really want it?

As if a bucket of cold water was poured down, the chaotic eyes immediately became sober and clear, and the movement stopped abruptly, Ning Hui looked at Mu Mingyi in astonishment.

He got it.

Mu Mingyi was simply coaxing him.

He just wanted him to be Sharpay well, that's why he came to tease him with some physical touch when he was disheartened and had nothing to do with himself. In the end, he did these for his movies, say great , It's just fucking dedicated to art.

He never forgave him at all, or it didn't matter whether he was angry or not, he just wanted to keep a distance from him, alienate and indifferent, so that there was only one relationship between them, a working relationship.

when he……

When he is something.

Pushing him away vigorously, Ning Huiran came out from under him, struggling to calm down the surging anger, resisting the urge to expose and quarrel with him, Ning Huiran curled the corners of his mouth, and handed over a hand that he had adjusted as best he could. Smile: "Brother Yi, I can do it, let Director Yu come back and continue filming."

After staring at Ning Huiran for a while, Mu Mingyi got out of bed, and soon there was movement from the door.

The play goes on.

Xia Pei was very nervous, and his palms were always wet. It had been like this since the time he promised Cheng Xinhai.

It can be determined that it was deliberate and premeditated, and intentionally invited Xia Pei to his house to have dinner together, and then draw.

It was the first time that Xia Pei, who saw Yixinhai cooking, was completely shocked.

Unexpectedly, such a playful man who doesn't look very serious is extremely skilled and professional in cooking, and his whole body is full of the charm of a good man at home.

When walking the scene, he just pretended to be empty-handed, but when the actual shooting started, facing the real scene, Ning Huiran could not only smell the oily smoke from the cooking pot, but also see Mu Mingyi, who was facing him, move his shoulders in a similar manner. And his big arm, a thin skirt went around the back of his neck.

The too vivid and real picture made Ning Huiran stare blankly there, and quickly, with surprise and Xia Pei's sprouting admiration in his eyes, he immediately lowered his head and put on a sweet smile, spoke his lines, and walked towards Mu Mingyi past.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Xia Pei went up with his sleeves rolled up.

"You can eat as long as you know how to eat," Cheng Xinhai pushed him away with his elbow, and flipped the spoon skillfully. Suddenly, a high flame burst out from the pot, which made Xia Pei jump. Then Xia Pei pursed his lips and smiled, and turned to When he was leaving, he was stopped by Cheng Xinhai, who said that the apron was taken away and asked him to help him put it on.

Looking for the apron belt from the back around the waist, this is the first time Ning Huiran has used this standing posture to measure Mu Mingyi's waistline. It is really...

So thin, rely on.

It's hard to say whether Ning Huiran tilted his head to the back of the person in front to cover up the embarrassment of the scene, or whether that appearance just happened to match Xia Pei's shyness and embarrassment. The director just frowned, let out a short "tsk", and said Did not stop.

The belt was not fastened, and Cheng Xinhai suddenly shook his shoulders, and twisted into an unbearable posture, saying that his back was itchy, and hurriedly asked Xia Pei to scratch him.

"Ah?" Sharpening one eyebrow, Xia Pei stuttered a bit: "Where...where?"

Looking for a place to scratch through the clothes, Cheng Xinhai was dissatisfied and asked him to put his hand in.

Maybe it was too close to the stove, Mu Mingyi's back was covered with fine sweat, slippery and cold.

It wasn't acting at all, Ning Huiran's heart was beating wildly at the moment, and he was mentally prepared to do the real thing when he started filming, but when he touched Mu Mingyi's tight back and felt the slightly bouncing back due to cooking, Ning Huiran I have already forgotten what to do next, the only thing I can feel is my trembling hands...

"Go to the left, the left side is itchy," Xin Xinhai urged, twisting his shoulders to meet Xia Pei's hand, "you should move."

"Hold, I'm sorry... Is this here?" Ning Huiran hurried into the scene, but fortunately he was not stopped.

"Go further to the left, yes, a little to the left."

Keeping the same direction, the hand moved little by little, and a bulge crawled slowly on the outside of the clothes. Under the instigation of Intentional Sea to the left, to the left and then to the left, it finally stepped out of the range of the back.

During the rehearsal, Ning Huiran heard the director holding the script and saying to him, you can go in whichever direction Mu Mingyi tells you to go, and what he tells you to do, just scratch in that place, it’s okay to go around, be bold Keep scratching, and you'll accidentally touch that, you know, just that...

Which?

Hard, bouncing, it slipped across the fingertips suddenly, as if hit by an electric current, Ning Huiran instantly flicked his hand away and screamed, his eyes were full of smirks that stretched from ear to ear, Angry and ashamed, Xia Pei thumped the man on the back, with a face that was steaming red, bowed his head and left the kitchen quickly.

The author says:

Ah, I'm a bit busy today, and the usual update time has passed, but there should be no one waiting, crying.