so cute

Jing Jiujiu accompanied Bai Yuhuai to discuss the script after two episodes.

"This ghost...why doesn't he feel powerful?" It's not as good as him.

Bai Yuhuai raised his hand, turned to page 79, traced a line of words with his finger, and said calmly, "Isn't this amazing?"

Jing Jiujiu looked down and read:

Chang Yue was pressed tightly on the bed, a hoarse dying sound came from his throat, and a pair of pale hands gradually emerged from his neck.

The ghost rode on him, making no effort to hide its ferocity and evilness.

He vaguely felt a vague pleasure between life and death.

There was also a faint sound from upstairs, da da da, like a woman walking back and forth on high heels...

Jing Jiujiu thought it was scary.

But thinking of riding on Bai Yuhuai's body, it's weird.

Jing Jiujiu reflected on himself.

He used to want to ride Bai Yuhuai a lot.

It can be seen that he is not a decent ghost.

"Or you can read this paragraph." Bai Yuhuai said again.

Jing Jiujiu looked down again:

It climbed onto Chang Yue's body.

It looked at the mirror with novelty, then raised its hand, and gently traced the eyebrows, the bridge of the nose, and the Adam's apple... It took off its jacket and trousers, stood in front of the mirror, and stroked the body quietly.

Moonlight pulled out two long shadows behind the body, the shadows intertwined, and the ten fingers seemed to be clasped together.

Jing Jiujiu's head was full of question marks.

This is not sex - what is a ghost?

The person who wrote the script is not like a horror writer, but a horror fan.

Jing Jiujiu asked in a low voice, "How are you going to shoot this part?"

Soon, Jing Jiujiu knew about it.

Bai Yuhuai asked him in a low voice: "Do you want to try what it's like to be on my body?"

Jing Jiujiu put his hands on his shoulders in a daze. This was the first time Jing Jiujiu put his hands on someone else's body since he became a ghost.

In fact, nothing can get on Bai Yuhuai's body, except Jingjiu.

He had tasted Bai Yuhuai's blood, and the "Qi" between them had already merged with each other. Jing Jiujiu and Bai Yuhuai merged into one with just a light taste.

That feeling is especially wonderful.

Jing Jiujiu tried to raise his hand, so Bai Yuhuai also raised his hand.

He held his face, so Bai Yuhuai also held his face.

Looking at the mirror, Jing Jiujiu quickly felt that this action was quite strange, so he hurriedly put down his hand again.

At this time, Dao Gong coughed lightly from outside the camera, and the man behind him took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth.

Director Gong made a hoarse voice, as if pulling a broken bellows: "Are you embarrassing Mr. Bai too much?"

Jing Jiujiu: "No."

I can't embarrass Bai Yuhuai.

Only then did Jing Jiujiu lightly trace Bai Yuhuai's eyebrows and nose bridge as written in the script... This feeling is very strange and wonderful.

In Bai Yuhuai's chest, his heart was beating powerfully and quickly.

So Jing Jiujiu also felt that his heart beat faster, he held his breath slightly, and the pores all over his body opened up. An indescribable feeling spread from his feet to his feet Tianling Gai...

It's different from the weirdness in the script.

Jing Jiujiu stroked Bai Yuhuai's neck lightly with his hand, and felt that his and Bai Yuhuai's blood seemed to be boiling together.

It was a more intimate and restless feeling.

Is this... what it's like to be in love?

In fact, it was only half a minute before and after.

Jing Jiujiu was slightly distracted.

Bai Yuhuai quickly took over his body again.

Director Gong coughed violently outside the camera, he raised his hand and waved, and the man beside him shouted instead: "Okay, Ka! This part is really good!"

Everyone at the scene felt a little cold and shrugged unconsciously.

The staff member was shaking, brought warm water and asked, "Brother Bai, do you want a drink to warm you up?"

After all, Bai Yuhuai was only wearing thin trousers, and took off his top.

Bai Yuhuai slowly rolled his eyelids, and said lightly, "Thank you, no need."

At that moment, the staff was stunned for a moment, feeling a little afraid to look directly at him.

"Teacher Bai, go back and have a rest first, let's warm up. Next, we will shoot the second set of scenes..." The man next to Director Gong said on his behalf.

Bai Yuhuai didn't refuse either, and responded lightly, then slowly buttoned up, turned and walked downstairs.

The location where they filmed was on the third floor of an old residential building.

The room that Bai Yuhuai and the others chose before was on the second floor.

Seeing him going downstairs, Xu Sanyu quickly followed him.

"Aren't you freezing? It's too cold today." Xu Sanyu shivered as he spoke, "I always feel cold in my bones."

Bai Yuhuai said lightly: "Then you go back to the room first, wrap up the quilt tightly, don't make a sound, close your eyes tightly, and you will be warm soon."

Xu Sanyu responded blankly, turned around and went back to his room, really wrapped the quilt tightly.

When Bai Yuhuai entered the door, Jing Jiujiu slowly struggled out of him, lying on Bai Yuhuai's back, whispering in his throat as if he was praising or acting like a baby, and said: "Bai Yuhuai, your abs are so beautiful..."

Obviously there is no blood on it.

But when you touch it, it gets hot.

When Jing Jiujiu said this, he was stopped.

Bai Yuhuai grabbed him from his back, hugged him in his arms, and kissed him.

It was different from every kiss before.

Bai Yuhuai stroked the back of his neck and back back and forth, the itchy and numb feeling quickly spread across the new body.

It is precisely because I have not been able to perceive like a normal person for many years, so once I have perception, I will become more sensitive.

Jing Jiujiu leaned on Bai Yuhuai's shoulder, breathing slightly excitedly... Oh no, he didn't seem to be breathing.

Bai Yuhuai pushed him against the door, braced his waist, raised his legs, and invaded.

The heat emanating from the man no longer makes people feel uncomfortable, on the contrary, Jing Jiujiu couldn't help but want to wrap him tighter, to feel the wet heat more closely.

Jing Jiujiu's eyes were bright, he bit Bai Yuhuai's ears, and held back the strange voice in his throat.

In the other room, the atmosphere was quite different.

Xu Sanyu closed his eyes tightly, but there was a "da da da" sound on the top of his head, like footsteps like high heels hitting the ground.

At first, he thought it was just the filming crew upstairs.

But the sound of footsteps, back and forth, only circled above his head.

Thinking about what Jing Jiujiu told him the day before that he was touched by a ghost, Xu Sanyu felt that the pores all over his body were about to explode.

Fortunately, he still kept Bai Yuhuai's words in mind, wrapped the quilt tightly, closed his eyes, and did not speak.

In the narrow space, apart from the sound of footsteps, only the beating of Xu Sanyu's heart was left.

After about half an hour, the sound of footsteps stopped, but more voices poured into Xu Sanyu's ears.

Doors opened, windows pushed open.

The gas stove was turned on, the oil was poured into the pot, it was sizzling, and the shovel was used to stir fry.

Someone was talking in a low voice, which seemed to be mixed with human laughter and a bit of TV background sound...

A scene full of life atmosphere was constructed in Xu Sanyu's mind at once.

But it only made him feel more creepy.

It's as if... as if the whole building suddenly came alive.

……

In room 202.

Jing Jiujiu started to shed blood and tears again. He held Bai Yuhuai's neck tightly, and suddenly said in a daze, "...Today seems to be my birthday."

Bai Yuhuai responded, "Yes, I know."

"I'm 25," he whispered.

Bai Yuhuai kissed his eyelids and corrected him: "No, he's 19 years old."

It was as if he had never died, nor had he greeted his 19th birthday alone in the old castle.

Jing Jiujiu cried and cried, and smiled again. He bit Bai Yuhuai's shoulder, licked it again, and whispered, "Bai Yuhuai, I think my butt is a little hot..."

Bai Yuhuai bit his lip and blocked all his remaining words.

Jing Jiujiu bit him: "Well... I think... there seems to be something moving upstairs? Is it a ghost? I also saw that Xu Sanyu had... Yin Qi..."

Bai Yuhuai's indifferent eyebrows and eyes were stained with a trace of emotion.

He didn't care: "Don't worry about it."

Don't worry about what he said, but he really didn't pay attention to the movement around him.

When Jing Jiujiu had time to open his mouth again, it was already two hours later.

He touched his smooth belly and said, "I think it's a little hot inside too."

Bai Yuhuai: "I'll touch it."

Jing Jiujiu let him touch it, and whispered, "The sound upstairs is so scary." He paused, and then said, "But it's so exciting."

Bai Yuhuai: "Yes." He stroked the top of Jing Jiujiu's head: "Wait for me for a while."

When he got up, he was still only wearing thin trousers, and there were still traces on his upper body that Jing Jiujiu had spent so much time sucking on.

He just opened the door openly and went upstairs.

The third floor, which was supposed to be very lively, now had no sound from the production crew. It was so quiet that even the noisy cooking and human voices disappeared.

Without squinting, Bai Yuhuai opened the door of Room 503.

In the living room of Room 503, there is an easel, a bucket of painting tools, and a palette of paints on a small table.

Bai Yuhuai swept into the bucket, carried the bucket in one hand, and easily picked up the easel with the other, turned around and walked down.

He had already seen every room here the day before.

Room 503 was quiet, with no ghosts or people.

But there seemed to be a pair of eyes secretly watching from behind.

The door closed with a "dong", suddenly blocking Bai Yuhuai's way.

Bai Yuhuai's face didn't change, he said calmly: "You have to think clearly, whether you want to live longer wisely, or die faster stupidly."

The door opened slowly again.

Those eyes watched Bai Yuhuai away with fear and resentment.

Bai Yuhuai returned to room 203.

He put down the easel, put on new drawing paper, and took water for coloring.

Jing Jiujiu sat up slowly, and asked in a daze, "What are you doing?"

Bai Yuhuai: "Painting."

"Who to draw?"

"you."

Leave a portrait every birthday.

This year, Bai Yuhuai came to paint.

Jing Jiujiu suddenly felt hot ass, belly, and eyes.

He fell down, stretched his neck towards Bai Yuhuai, thought for a while, and came up with a bold proposal: "Why don't you draw a nude one?"

Bai Yuhuai:?

As expected of you.

After a few more seconds, the corners of Bai Yuhuai's mouth softened and slightly raised, and he responded, "Okay."

The atmosphere in Room 203 was as quiet and beautiful as spring.

In Room 202, Xu Sanyu held onto the corner of the quilt firmly, woo woo woo, it's really scary, damn it, I can't hold it in any longer!I feel like I might die!

The author has something to say: Xu Sanyu gently sang a song: We are different...