When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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Qian Ling returned to her room, opened the script and read it carefully.

The role he played was a simple college student who came to this villa under the persuasion of his friends, and strange things happened one after another.

After investigating, it was discovered that a strange ceremony was being held here.

And several classmates who were desperate joined this strange organization one after another, praying for protection.

But all kinds of strange phenomena have not been alleviated.

The frightened protagonist begins to fall into mental confusion, and there are more and more strange things on his body, and he even fantasizes about gods that do not exist.

He longs to be the lover of the gods.

When Qian Ling saw this, his eyes paused, and the roots of his ears under his soft hair turned red quietly.

The script clearly stated that he was half asleep and half awake, wantonly seducing the so-called imaginary gods.

Qian Ling turned two pages back.

It is very important to confirm that this scene is in the script, but he is the only one in it.

Under the camera, he is a person.

How to make a seductive effect?Qian Ling was confused.

But the barrage said one after another:

——My wife is actually worried, I don’t know how to seduce others, I catch every day and I don’t think about eating and drinking, so I act in my true colors.

——Good guy, I think this script is really wonderful.Especially this paragraph, it is simply Wen Bo's XP show.

— Can’t figure it out?If you don't understand it, it's right. Hurry up and discuss it with director Wen Bai next door. Everyone loves to watch it.

——Writer film director X, sex film director get√

……

Qian Ling reads the script alone, watching the night, and memorizes the other episodes.

Only the most important scene, he never understood.

The spirit beast was already curled up on the bed and fell asleep.

Qian Ling was so distressed that she couldn't sleep, and even after taking a shower, she was still lying on the bed reading the script.

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Who?"

"It's me, Wen Bai."

Qian Ling quickly put down the script in her hand and went to open the door.

Wen Bai outside the door was still wearing a shirt, with a look of tiredness in his cold and handsome eyes, "I just finished my work, and you haven't turned off the lights here, are you still reading the script?"

Qian Ling nodded.

"There's a passage I don't quite understand..."

"Can I go in and talk? I'll talk to you."

"Of course." Qian Ling turned sideways and gave up her seat, "You sit down first, and I'll pour you some water."

After Qian Ling turned around, Wen Bo stared heavily at his back.

There were some creases on the thin pajamas, and the hem of the jacket was hidden in the waistband of the trousers, revealing a little white skin like jade.

But Qianling didn't know it. He poured water and came back to find Wen Bai staring at him intently.

"What, what's wrong?"

Wen Bo suddenly took a step forward, Qian Ling was so frightened that his hands shook, and some of the water in the water glass spilled on his white shirt.

"Ah, sorry!"

Qianling took out the paper towel next to her, wanting to wipe it off.

The place where it can get wet is a bit awkward.

The white shirt faintly reveals the tight chest line inside, which is tightly stuck to the body, and the wet water traces meander all the way to the abdomen.

Qian Ling was hesitating about what to do.

Suddenly Wen Bo said in a low voice: "How long are you going to hold the tissue?"

Qian Ling lowered his head and put his hands on the wet shirt, he could even feel the clothes under his hands.

As a director, Wen Bo has nothing to say about body management.

Wen Bo looked at the handsome young man wiping his clothes with trembling eyelashes, his eyes gradually became darker.

He has been a director many times and has seen many excellent actors, but he has never lost control like this before.

When he was writing the script, the appearance of Qianling repeatedly appeared in his mind. Even when he was working, he was paying attention to his phone in real time, expecting him to call him.

So much so that when I came back from work, I saw the lights in the room that were not turned off.

Wen Bo knocked on the door without hesitation.

The delicate little hands rubbed against his clothes randomly, the unprecedented feeling made him feel hot all over.

Wen Bo grabbed Qian Ling's hand.

Qian Ling was startled, raised her eyelashes that were stained with moisture, "Director Wen, I really didn't mean to..."

"Okay, don't wipe it, just bring the script."

Feeling relieved, Qian Ling quickly turned around and went to the bed to get the script.

Turning his head, he saw Wen Bai unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, only the last two of the loose shirt remained.

Qian Ling quickly covered her eyes with the script in her hand.

"sorry!"

"How many times do you want to say sorry to me?"

Wen Bo took off his wet clothes and hung them to dry on the clothes rail beside him, "They're all boys, you shouldn't mind me being shirtless, after all, wet clothes are uncomfortable to wear on your body."

"I, I'll get you a change of clothes."

"No need, I probably won't be able to fit your clothes." Wen Bo sat down, "Come here, finish the lecture early, and rest early."

Qian Ling moved over slowly, and handed over the script that was warm in his palm.

Wen Bo lowered his head and turned over.

"It seems that you are quite serious."

Qian Ling glanced at Wen Bai lightly, and she was indeed right in telling him that her clothes might indeed be inappropriate.

Wen Bo looked very thin when he was wearing clothes, but he was of the fleshy type when he was undressed. The distribution of each muscle would not be too eye-catching, but they fit together just right.

Wen Bo suddenly looked up at him.

Qianling quickly lowered her head and put her hands on her knees, like an obedient elementary school student.

"I don't understand here."

Wen Bo drew a circle in the middle of the script with his pen, "Qian Ling, do you have no emotional experience?"

Qian Ling was a little dazed, "Emotional experience?"

Wen Bo patiently explained: "Have you ever had a relationship with someone? Holding hands, hugging, kissing, or even more intimate things, have you ever had?"

Qianling's cheeks were slightly hot, with a touch of pinkness.

He lowered his eyelids and pursed his lips.

"I……"

The barrage responded enthusiastically.

——I will answer this question. There are tens of thousands of husbands in my wife’s live broadcast room. I don’t know which one you are talking about?

——I am the real one!

——How could the innocent baby have such astringent things?Every time a new copy is entered, the wife is the most innocent boy.

——I reasonably suspect that Wen Bai is carrying private goods.

——But Wen Bo's figure is really good, how can he only use his mouth when speaking?It is recommended to demonstrate by yourself.

……

Seeing that he was still silent, Wen Bo urged, "Is this question difficult to answer?"

Qian Ling shook his head.

"No, no..."

The role he plays in this world does not have any emotional experience, just like a blank sheet of paper.

Qian Ling looked up at Wen Bai.

I found that there was no ridicule or sarcasm in the other party's eyes, but I could see the flashing... happy?

"So it's normal that you can't understand these things." Wen Bai asked, "Do you have alcohol here? Proper drinking can help you get into the mood faster."

liqueur?

Qianling herself didn't know.

He searched in the room, and actually found two cans of beer.

Wen Bo dimmed the light of the lamp.

"You talk to me while drinking, and speak out when you feel something."

The dim light gave nourishment to the inexplicable feelings, Wen Bai's voice was low and deep, Qian Ling's fingers holding the beer rolled unconsciously.

He raised his head and took a few sips of the bitter wine.

The excess wine stained the lips, as if coating the rosy lips with a layer of moist enamel.

"... Those nasty things came out again, you can only keep praying hard, praying for the gods to come to your side.

He is your only hope of survival.

When you finally saw him, like the light falling on the earth, dispelling all the darkness, you felt the comfort you never had before.

You told everyone about it, but no one believed it. "

"The great He will never hang around for just one person. But you insist on being his lover, no matter what means you use..."

"Well."

Qian Ling felt dizzy in his head, and the heat caused by alcohol was very obvious on his face.

Wen Bo's voice was far and near, Qian Ling frowned and stood up suddenly.

"Dizziness, hug."

The barrage fills the entire screen:

——Three words, let the dog ecstasy.

——My wife is drunk now, this speed is as fast as I opened the English review materials and gave up after memorizing only one abandon.

——Who said the wife can't?Who said the wife can't?It's fucking impossible, I'm almost hooked to death.

——Blushing and acting like a baby, who the hell can resist?

……

Wen Bo said: "Are you drunk? It turns out that you can't drink so well, um... you should use a different method——"

Qianling stretched out her arms to hug him, and hugged him softly, her soft hair brushed against his chest, her voice was soft and waxy, with a long tail.

"Can't you save me? Then can you make my head stop?"

Qian Ling raised her head, her beautiful eyes were covered with a thin layer of water mist, reflecting his figure, her breath carried a faint smell of alcohol and an inexplicable aroma.

Wen Bai's breathing also became chaotic.

His hand hanging in mid-air finally couldn't help it, and gently held Qianling's shoulder.

"You rest first, and we'll talk about the rest tomorrow."

With a little force on Wen Bo's arm, he hugged Qian Ling up.

"Wow, I can fly~"

Qianling opened his arms and looked at the person in front of him in a daze. No matter how he looked, he couldn't see the person in front of him clearly.

So he leaned forward and tried hard to see clearly, but suddenly he seemed to remember something.

Qian Ling said, "Script, script..."

Wen Bo laughed, and when he was about to put him on the bed, he turned and left.

His waist was suddenly hooked by a pair of hands.

Those hands were soft as if they had no bones, Wen Bai lowered his head, and those white hands like beautiful jade tightly wrapped around him.

"Qianling, let's talk about the script tomorrow, shall we?"

The person behind shook his head.

The soft fine hair grazed his skin from time to time, Wen Bai tensed his body, suppressed all his thoughts, and was about to raise his hand to pull his hand away.

Suddenly he heard a deliberately low voice, subtle and soft, but drilled into his ears with incomparable precision.

A thought faintly came to Wen Bo's heart, and as expected, he then heard a slightly depressed voice.

The veins on his forehead twitched.

Wen Bo's voice was hoarse, "Qian Ling, what are you doing?"