Above, please use some force

The warm yellow lighting in the huge bedroom is surprisingly warm and soft, and the off-white big bed is covered with a faint golden layer under the light.

He Wen came out of the bathroom, wearing loose pajamas, wiping his dripping hair with a large towel in his hand, walked lazily to the bedside, squinted at the empty room, curled his lips, and threw the towel onto the bed On the chair, he strode out of the room and appeared directly at the door of the study, leaning lazily against the door, inspecting the man sitting at the desk flipping through the books.

"Go to bed, it's getting late." The tone was slightly raised, and there was a blatant ambiguity and invitation between the lines.

Shen Cheng raised his eyes, his eyes fell on He Wen's wet hair, his shaved eyebrows frowned slightly, he put down the book in his hand, made a mark on the current page, closed the book, got up, turned off the light in the study and left .

The study room and the bedroom are at the two ends of the third floor. It takes about one or two minutes. The corridor is very quiet. There are a few paintings hanging on the white walls on both sides. They are not masterpieces. There is basically no style of painting, mostly curves and surfaces. With bright colors, it is not difficult to see the character of the painter who does whatever he wants.

The shoes made a sound of trampling on the smooth marble floor, and the air smelled of dampness and fresh fragrance from a fresh bath.

The two brothers were silent all the way, and went back to the bedroom in silence.

He Wen sat on the side of the bed with his head slightly lowered. Shen Cheng took a towel and came over to wipe his hair. His strength was just right, and his skillful movements were no less than eating with chopsticks in his right hand.

Soft towels were wiped from both sides of the ears to dry off the dampness on them, and the slightly hot wind was blowing on the hair. The hair dryer whirred by the ear, and the knuckle fingers shuttled through the soft hair that was gradually drying. Patiently straighten out messy arcs.

He Wen stretched out his arms to hug the man standing in front of him, some cold fingertips penetrated into his clothes, and moved wantonly against his strong and muscular abdominal muscles.

"Brother, have you shed tears for me?"

The abrupt words tore apart the beautiful atmosphere surrounding the two brothers, and He Wen noticed that the breathing above his head paused for a moment, and then there was a deep cello-like voice, "Yes."

With a simple and short word, He Wen slowly raised the corners of his lips, and the corners of his drooping eyes shone with hot dark light.

He suddenly hugged Shen Cheng tightly, leaned back on the bed, quickly rolled over and pressed on top of him, his tone slowed down with a slight teasing smile, "Brother...kiss me."

Shen Cheng put the hair dryer aside, and wrapped his arms around the person on him.

Kissing his hair, rubbing his lips against He Wen's forehead, his breath seemed to become hot without a trace.

A low laugh overflowed from the corner of He Wen's raised mouth, with almost imperceptible desire, as if a hungry beast was about to tear open its prey and enjoy it to its fullest.

He stretched out his hand to unbutton Shen Cheng's shirt, and licked the light-colored protrusion between his lips and tongue forgetfully.

"October [-]th, it will be a memorable day in the future." The grinding teeth sometimes clenched hard and sometimes rubbed lightly.

The uncontrollable emotion was about to explode in his body, He Wen breathed heavily to gnaw on Shen Cheng's chest, and pinched the protrusion next to him with his other hand, his flat nails slid across the swollen part.

Shen Cheng stroked his back, pulled him gently and kissed, through the thin clothing, the strong bodies of the two pressed against each other conveyed a steady stream of heat.

When the lips and tongue intersect, the breath spit out is swallowed by each, and the tip of the tongue that is sucked until it is paralyzed refuses to stop, it seems to be endlessly entwined.

The rapid breathing became more and more scorching in the burning breath, the tightly pressed lips parted, and a silver line was pulled up, flowing from the corner of the mouth, and flowing down the smooth line of the jaw, which was a bit extravagant in the warm yellow light.

Fingers caressed his strong and powerful chest, and the fingertips flitted provocatively over the clear-textured muscles. He Wen's fiery gaze was direct, with unrestrained evil and wildness, and the hidden complex emotions exploded in the viscous and thick eyes .

Stubbornness left scarlet marks on his exposed skin, as if branding something that belonged to him.

When his own hard object was surrounded by his sweat-drenched palm, he couldn't help but push against the tight and dry area, pushing it in brutally, Shen Cheng frowned, and stretched out his hand to press He Wen's shoulder to stop him.

He Wen said, brother, remember this feeling.

Pain together, joy together.

After he finished speaking, he gritted his teeth and sat down abruptly. With a hoarse and patient panting, the unexplored space completely swallowed Shen Cheng's fiery utensils.

When the two were close together without any gap, the tearing pain swept from behind, He Wen froze almost instantly, and the sweat oozing from his face blurred his body. He frowned, and the raised shadow was a bit impetuous and wild.

Shen Cheng also tightened his jaw, the part buried in He Wen's body seemed to be being squeezed from all directions, the never-before-seen warm feeling continuously attacked from the lower body, filling his heart for a long time and could not dissipate.

He looked deeply at the man sitting on him with a painful expression on his face.

Having got the baby who had been peeping for too long, he pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, but it faded away in an instant, the drooping eyelids concealed the fiery emotions of a madman, domineering, cruel, deep and bottomless.

God gave him one more chance, and he could easily wait for God to claim something equivalent.

Touching He Wen's sweaty arm and pulling him to his chest, Shen Cheng exhaled heavily, kissing the corner of his lips and moving slowly in the tight area a few times, tentatively.

"I'm a man." He Wen's tone was harsh, his face turned pale due to discomfort, and the intense breath he exhaled was hot and humid. Shen Cheng's scruples made him impatient, and he took the initiative.

The viscous hot liquid mixed with a little blood flowed out slowly, but the slightly hot temperature made He Wen Dayue's inner skin tremble uncontrollably.

The uncontrollable emotions and terrible possessiveness poured out like a flood that broke the gate, and swept all the air in the room in an instant.

The speed of the rhythm stopped slowing at some point, and became faster. The off-white mattress was stained with obscene liquid, and the Simmons mattress made sounds in accordance with the rhythm.

He Wen supported Shen Cheng's waist with both hands, catering to his movements, once in and out, the fine sweat wetted the dried hair again, shook it slightly on his forehead, and the beads of sweat condensed on the tip of his nose dripped down along the way. Lips, jaw, sliding Adam's apple, leaving traces of lust along the swollen skin.

Looking at the serious and solemn man, who has always been cold, proud and self-sufficient, breathing heavily under him, the self-sufficiency in his eyes was replaced by desire, and there was a hint of a smile on the corners of He Wen's lips, a pleasant and satisfied smile, and his fiery eyes burst out The heat that was enough to burn the airflow in the air showed joy on the face.

Shen Cheng panted heavily, the sweat on his eyelashes blurred the face in his vision, as if he saw that handsome and charming boy again wearing a white shirt that would never be tidy, blue jeans, white basketball shoes, and messy hair. The ribbon formed an unruly arc, raised one corner of his mouth high, and smiled evilly at him, calling his name, with his shadow reflected in his eyes, the frozen picture at that moment has already been deeply rooted in his heart.

The flame in his throat burned his mouth dry, his reason was like burnt charcoal, and the remaining sparks were turning into ashes little by little.

The body kept shaking, the pain had already been replaced by comfort, the voice full of desire let out a pleasant low moan, He Wen's voice was completely hoarse, "Brother, fuck me." The gasps and shouts revealed uncontrollable emotions.

Seeing the strong desire in He Wen's eyes, and his erotic and explicit words without covering it up, something in Shen Cheng's mind suddenly burst, causing his eardrums to roar for a moment.

If there is no impulse, this life will be in vain.

Shen Cheng's expression was gloomy, the scorching heat in his chest urged him to penetrate this person, and he did as he wanted, exerting force on his waist and pounding fiercely.

The intensity of this taboo collision made the two brothers tremble uncontrollably, something was slowly shattering and reassembling.

In the summer of that year, after graduating from high school, Shen Zheng drank a lot of beer and got drunk during the dinner with his roommates.

Facing the drunk and unconscious young man, the perverted emotions that he didn't dare to divulge quietly escaped from his lax will at that moment.

The moment he stepped on the edge of the abyss, all his rationality came back to his mind. Looking at the young man in front of him covered with bruises all over his body, endless remorse and condemnation dragged him into the eternal hell.

He kept trembling, thankful that he didn't do anything that made him regret for the rest of his life.

Since then, many things have been sealed, and over time, covered with a layer of dust, hidden in corners he thought he would never touch.

"Brother, what are you thinking?" He Wen kissed the wet corners of Shen Cheng's eyes, his hoarse voice was dangerous, and he grabbed Shen Cheng's callused fingers to touch his own desire.

The sticky touch of the palm brought back Shen Cheng's thoughts. He stared at the emotional man with deep eyes. The unfamiliar face, the breath on his body and the emotion in his eyes could make his cooling heart feel hot, "I miss you."

He Wenxie smiled and bit Shen Cheng's sweaty neck, indulging himself in pleasure.

From night to dawn, He Wen yelled until his voice became hoarse and unrecognizable, but he refused to stop, and climbed one peak after another under Shen Sheng's leadership like a degenerate.

The press conference of "Holding Love" has been successfully executed, the trailer has been released, and it will be released on December 25, Christmas, in theaters across the country.

Whether it is successful or not depends on Ye Huai's first self-produced and directed play, whether He Wen's choice of comeback path is correct, and whether Shi Feng can embark on a road covered with red carpets based on this.

So this movie is related to their fate behind it.

When He Wen in New Vision resolutely rejected the proposal to renew the contract and terminated the contract with them, Ye Huai contacted him and invited him to join the company newly founded by the other party, and He Wen's answer was also rejected, he had his own plan to leave.

枫岛

There is no impurity in the sky, the blue is pure, the sea surrounding the island is deep blue and boundless, the sound of the sea water beating the reef and the chirping of seagulls convey the sky.

The seaside wind was cool, blowing the hem of his clothes, He Wen squinted his eyes and looked at the group of people approaching, his eyes swept over the woman who was being protected, his face turned ferocious for a moment, he smiled without a smile, and looked down. Not showing the slightest emotion.

Wearing a long dress that is as blue as the sky, although her curly long wavy hair is not as beautiful as the waves of the sea, it sets off a delicate face like a doll, but it is still very beautiful. The daughter of the Shen family, Shen Yu.

Shen Yu looked at the strange man beside Shen Cheng, with a grumpy and gloomy expression, unkempt hair, unbuttoned shirt, a little messy.

She frowned, and asked strangely, "Brother, who is he?" No stranger had ever set foot on the island.

Without the shackles of blood, taboo emotions broke through the shackles, and a little light appeared in the endless darkness. He would cherish this light and walk with the person beside him.

Shen Cheng's eyes were deep, and his tone was strict and indifferent, "I love you."