Rebirth of the Long Night Starlight

As soon as Li Zhen gave the order to rest, Meng Yanchi ran out of the scene at a speed of escape, and plunged into the bathroom.

Meng Yanchi didn't know what would happen to him if he continued to stay in that hormonal smelling scene.When filming, his spirit was always tense, and he squeezed his palms fiercely to remind himself of the next line. Only in this way would he not be in front of Qu Zhengyang—no, Qu Zhengyang played by Feng Yeshu Expose the body's true reaction.

Feng Yeshu's acting skills are superb to the point of seamlessness.When he plays Long Yan, he is Long Yan, life and death can be taken lightly with a smile, and the prosperity and beauty are but fleeting clouds; An imperial man looks at him like a carnivore sizing up its prey. Just looking at it from the bottom up makes Meng Yanchi feel as if he has been licked all over his body. They are all trembling for the upcoming conquest and pleasure.

That was a more dangerous provocation than any explicit sexuality, and before it was turned into pornography, it had already captured the other party's spiritual defense.His acting skills are so realistic, Meng Yanchi seems to be able to feel his tobacco-smelling breath approaching his ears as long as he closes his eyes for a moment, just like that night when he clasped his waist with cool fingers— —

Meng Yanchi's body immediately betrayed him.

The scene of sitting on Qu Zhengyang's lap was not originally written in the film.Meng Yanchi reacted almost instinctively. On the one hand, he didn't know how long he could last under such gaze. On the other hand, thanks to Feng Yeshu's body blocking the direct view of the camera, otherwise his I am afraid that the embarrassment will be exposed in full view and there is nothing to hide.

Meng Yanchi looked at the part of himself that was so excited that he raised his head slightly in the bathroom cubicle, and couldn't help but cursed in his heart.

"Yeshu, are you okay?" Ji Donglai watched Feng Yeshu come back from Li Zhen, and sat back to his seat without saying a word.It was only the first scene that was filmed today, and Feng Yeshu was already nervous and even a little tired, which was very unusual for him.Ji Donglai's first reaction was to report to the lord immediately, but then he thought that the lord had left the Ji family now, and he didn't know if he would come back in the future, so he felt at a loss.

"I'm fine. Don't worry." Feng Yeshu closed his eyes slightly, the strong smell of wine still lingering in his mouth - Li Zhen seemed to have known that he would come, and he had already asked Luo Jianzhou to prepare quite authentic whiskey .The moment he drank the wine mixed with ice cubes, he froze the restless blood flow in his body, causing a dull pain in the depths of his brain.

It's not that he didn't have close contact with people when filming, but when Meng Yanchi sat on his thigh and held his defenseless part with almost provocative eyes, for less than a second, Feng Ye Shu's mind was completely blank.When he came to his senses, he felt that the blood all over his body was rushing to his head, and his face was so hot that he was almost on fire.

Fortunately, the camera lens was aimed at Meng Yanchi.But Feng Yeshu himself had no idea. When Li Zhen called him over, the other party leisurely pointed to a cutout shot on the screen and said to Luo Jianzhou, "This angle is not good, delete it."

Luo Jianzhou remained silent, glanced at Feng Yeshu, smiled narrowly, and deleted the scene.Feng Yeshu didn't realize it at the time, but later he realized that although his face couldn't be seen in that camera, his red ears were clearly visible.

"Yeshu, it's time to start preparing." Ji Donglai yelled several times and finally called Feng Yeshu's soul back, his worry was palpable, "Your complexion is very bad, or today's match..."

Take a deep breath.

Feng Yeshu heard the blood flow in the depths of his head speeding up, as if he heard Qu Zhengyang's mocking voice in his heart: "You want him? I'm right, you want him, even if you pay him , or even more than you can afford. You want to have sex with him like in the script, but you don’t want to face the inner blame—what’s the name of that person? Cheng Xu? You will think of it when you masturbate him?"

The name Cheng Xu was branded into his heart like a red-hot iron tongs, and his eyes instantly turned red.

When I first met Cheng Xu, he was only 22 years old.This assistant, who was a few years older than him but looked like a college student, was like the first light of his life.In the past time, he has been used to silence. For him, life is just a black and white mime, and he is the only protagonist, until he heard the voice from Cheng Xu for the first time. From waking up in the morning, to Sleep well at night.

Cheng Xu is a chatterbox, but also a cute chatterbox.

From day one of training, this guy loves calling him for all kinds of reasons.From waking up in the morning, to taking a nap at noon, to going to bed for a good night.Even in the gaps between training, I still send text messages from time to time, saying something that doesn’t make much sense but makes people unanswerable, such as: I met a black cat on the road, it’s cool, ignore me, it’s very similar to you.

Then attach the jade photo of the cat.It closed its eyes and turned its head in front of the small dried fish that Cheng Xu used to bribe, looking too lazy to answer.

Feng Yeshu looked at the photo for a long time, locked and turned on the screen several times, and finally replied to him with a sentence: cats don't eat dried fish.

That sentence was like a prophecy, or a spell, Feng Yeshu seemed to be able to hear the sound of the key of fate being inserted into the lock and turned open.Cheng Xu is like a password in his life. After deciphering it word by word, he finally saw that the things in the box were so dazzling that he had to accept it with all his body and mind—no matter what kind of plot in the play, it was like Go through someone else's life.The more focused he is, the more he can feel the inner joy and anger of each character. Every time he wins applause from others, he can always see Cheng Xu smiling at him in the corner behind the scenes.

If the purpose of working hard is to repay the kindness of the young master, then what is the reason for not wanting to see Cheng Xu disappointed?

Feng Yeshu didn't know this at the time, so he allowed it to slowly settle in the next thousand days and nights, like a fine wine buried deep in the ground, and one day he would open the mud, even he didn't know it, and it contained Years of emotions have been so fragrant.

Cheng Xu is a treasure hidden in his heart, no one can desecrate it, including himself.

"Ready?" Li Zhen put away a little teasing look, and there was a faint coercion in his eyes.Li Zhen is usually a hundred times more approachable than the young master when he is easy to talk, but once he gets serious, he doesn't even bother to hang up with that superficial smile, "Xiao Meng, do you need to relax again?"

Meng Yanchi watched as the bright lights above his head were gradually dimmed, and the whole scene took on an old dark yellow color.In the set, the neon outside the window flickers on and off, leaving mottled light and shadow on the naked skin.

"It's okay, Director Li. Let's start." Meng Yanchi bit his lip, showing a pretended relaxed smile, and stretched out his limbs on the prop bed, while deliberately relaxing his body so as not to look too stiff, while doing psychological construction for himself : This is not a pornographic movie, not a pornographic movie...

The psychological defense line has not been established yet, when he saw Feng Yeshu coming out, Meng Yanchi seemed to hear the sound of the city wall collapsing.

Feng Yeshu walked to the side of the bed, the coat that was originally loosely draped slid to the ground along with his movements, and the whole body was completely displayed in front of him.Unlike the last time when he appeared steaming at the door, after the skillful hands of the make-up artist, his already clear outline appeared more stern, and together with the eyebrows and eyes that seemed to be drawn, he formed a handsomeness that can only appear in paintings.It's not that Meng Yanchi doesn't know how to shoot a bed scene, but when Feng Yeshu bent his knees and the shadow of his body covered the light above his head, Meng Yanchi only felt that every nerve in him was screaming , even the toes curled up uncontrollably——

This person is not Feng Yeshu.

Feng Yeshu's pure black eyes are sometimes cold, sometimes there is a faint warm sun, but there is never a desire as deep as ink, like a storm falling into the sky.

The cups and plates were messed up, and the leftover juices of the food were still glistening.On the other side of the bed, Qu Zhengyang was already enjoying the rewards of this dinner.

The boy's slender limbs struggled feebly, sometimes clutching the sheets under him, and sometimes biting and kicking instinctively. Compared with the man on him, he was like a dying cub, his half-opened eyes were not completely Knowing what lust is, I am just confused by the man's heavy breathing and the pain in his body.

He traced the muscles and bones on the man's back with his fingers, leaving deep and shallow scratches on it.With the ups and downs of his movements, his shoulder blades are like moving peaks, and the texture lines are like spreading ravines.When he breathed, he could even feel the moving joints and bones under the thin, uniform muscles.The boy's attention has been completely shifted to exploring this man's body - his shoulders are as thin as a straight sword, and his sharp collarbone seems to be able to pierce his own hand; his spine is flexible and graceful, with distinct joints, The part below the waist forms a radian that fits the palm of the hand; his waist is so narrow that he can measure it with the palm of his hand, and there are a pair of shallow depressions at the place of the tailbone, when he tightens the line of the buttocks more obvious...

The young man has seen countless men who are full of beastly desires, some are buried in their heads, some have lewd faces, and there is no one whose face is distorted and his eyes are red.

And this man didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, his pure black eyes just became deeper and deeper, looking at him as if he was thinking about something.If it weren't for his unsteady breathing and the thin sweat all over his body, the boy wouldn't even believe that he was having sex.

It seems that he is a great artist who is using his body to carve this dilapidated rock of his own.