[Entertainment circle] How can the enemy be late and affectionate

"In three months, you will be able to see me on TV, don't you feel very looking forward to it?" Xie Chenyan's fingers hooked Gou Ming Zhiwu's fingertips, and his tone was vaguely proud.

"Brother Xie will watch it with me then?" Ming Zhiwu's hands wrapped Xie Chenyan's troublesome fingers completely, and the distance between the two of them got closer.

"Isn't Awu looking at me now?" Xie Chenyan said as he turned around and kissed Ming Zhiwu's eyes.

However, when he wanted to leave, Mingzhiwu held the back of his head with his other hand, preventing him from leaving.

"Brother Xie, don't tease me all the time, okay?"

After a deep kiss, Ming Zhiwu panted slightly, and put his head on Xie Chenyan's shoulder, his voice was very hoarse.

Xie Chenyan gently pushed Ming Zhiwu away, and shook his head.

"not good."

Then he printed his own lips on it again, and the lips and teeth blended again, but this time they did not separate for a long time, the silver thread overflowed from the place where the two people's lips and teeth met, Ming Zhiwu had already cooperated with Xie Chenyan, and fell on the ground on the sofa.

It was a long, deep, deep throat kiss.

Both of them reacted violently, and neither of them had any intention of controlling it.

Clothes fell from the sofa to the floor one by one, and the movie was still going on, and the figures on the sofa became blurred.

"Contour..." Amidst the music of the movie, such a voice came faintly.

If you want to listen carefully, only the music of the movie is left.

The temperature in the room was extremely high, but this temperature was only covered by thick curtains, and outsiders could not see a single bit of it.

Xie Chenyan was lying on Ming Zhiwu's body, his hair was already wet with sweat, and now it was brushing and sticking to his forehead.

Ming Zhiwu is not feeling well at the moment, his whole body seems to be fished out of the water, and, the connected parts of the two bodies, there is almost room for retreat.

"Awu, I felt like I was going to die just now." Xie Chenyan said such a sentence suddenly, the movie that was originally played had already ended early, and now the whole space is very quiet.

Because of Xie Chenyan's words, Ming Zhiwu reacted again.

He turned over, restrained Xie Chenyan under his body, then stretched out a hand, covering Xie Chenyan's eyes.

"Brother Xie, don't talk."

That is a very happy thing, and they can be even happier.

It was already midnight when the two returned to bed.

After washing, the body is clean and cool, without the slightest dryness and heat.

Xie Chen put his arms around Ming Zhiwu's waist, put his face on Ming Zhiwu's chest, and slowly fell asleep listening to the strong and powerful heartbeat.

"Brother Xie, I'm dying too."

When he was about to fall asleep, Mingzhiwu leaned into Xie Chenyan's ear and whispered such a sentence.

Xie Chenyan woke up earlier than Ming Zhiwu.

Of course, it could also be that the two were too intense last night, so Mingzhiwu was still asleep, even though they were just messing around on the sofa.

Turning off the alarm on the phone, Xie Chenyan got up lightly.

The smell in the living room has not completely dissipated even after a night of wind. The sofa cover in the washing machine has been washed and dried, and it is lying quietly in the washing machine.

Xie Chenyan took them out and neatly hung them on the balcony.

Then I went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth.

When he came out of the bathroom, Mingzhiwu just opened the bedroom door, and he had already put on his clothes.

"Morning." Xie Chenyan first smiled at Ming Zhiwu.

"Mm, morning." Ming Zhiwu said as he buttoned the last button.

"Are you sick?" Xie Chenyan asked, taking out a small medicine box and handing it to Ming Zhiwu, "You should have dropped it."

Ming Zhiwu took it calmly, nodded, but just put the small pill box in his suit pocket.

"It's for treatment?" Xie Chenyan took a look at Ming Zhiwu, with a trace of puzzlement in his expression, no matter how you looked at it, Ming Zhiwu didn't look like he had a cold.

"Headache medicine." Ming Zhiwu explained lightly, then he lifted his feet and went to the kitchen.

"I'll rub it for you." Xie Chenyan took Ming Zhiwu's hand, brought him to the side of the sofa, and then sat on the sofa by himself, beckoning him to lie down.

Mingzhiwu hesitated a little, and was about to lie down, but Xie Chenyan smiled: "It seems that I am not good enough, so you can still lie down."

Mingzhiwu's ears turned red all of a sudden, and he turned from lying down to crawling, but he tried his best not to press Xie Chenyan.

"You didn't tell me about your headache, so I'll feel very ashamed." Xie Chenyan said in a soft voice while rubbing Ming Zhiwu's temples.

"It's not very serious, so I didn't say it, you don't have to do this." Ming Zhiwu took a while to respond to Xie Chen with a snort.

The movements of Xie Chenyan's hands did not change, but his eyes turned cold.

He seemed to have done it wrong from the beginning, or rather, both of them were wrong.

Except when they are on the bed, the two of them seem to have the same mind. Once they get out of bed, there is always a layer of something between the two of them, which is transparent and invisible, but it is so firmly separated. the middle of the individual.

Just like now, Zhiwu is lying in his arms, but it seems that he has never been in his arms.

Ming Zhiwu didn't notice anything, and not long after, he stretched out his hand and took Xie Chenyan's hand that was still rubbing.

"You still have to go to the crew to film, I'm fine."

Xie Chenyan didn't force it, and slowly withdrew his hand.

"You don't need to make breakfast, the bread in the refrigerator is not finished yet." After stopping Ming Zhiwu from going to the kitchen to make breakfast, Xie Chenyan opened the refrigerator, took out two portions of bread, and put them on the dining table.

After Mingzhiwu finished eating the bread, he was about to leave.

"Awu thought about marrying me?" Xie Chenyan sat on the chair at the dining table and asked, his voice was flat.

Ming Zhiwu's body, whose back was facing Xie Chenyan, became a little stiff.

"It seems that Awu didn't think about it. So, is Awu planning to settle down after playing enough?" Xie Chenxuan answered his own question, carelessly, unable to hear the pain and unwillingness at all, as if , he actually didn't care much about the same.

"Brother Xie, isn't it good to just be like this?" After an unknown amount of time, Ming Zhiwu replied in a low and thankful voice, "It's like this now, don't talk about the future, live in the present, isn't it good?"

"Okay." Xie Chen smiled.