The Best Actor and the Non-Captive Canary

Ling Mu sat on the chair beside the bed and looked at Yan Qiujing who was lying on the hospital bed with a sluggish head under the warm yellow light of the bedside. And the thick eyelashes cast a shadow on the lower eyelid, looking indescribably pitiful.

Ling Mu's heart soon softened, he raised his hand to caress Yan Qiujing's forehead, brushed aside the wet strands of hair sticking to his forehead, then leaned over and dropped a hair on his sweaty forehead. Kissing lightly, before turning around completely after getting up, the wrist was grabbed again.

Yan Qiujing raised his dark eyes to look at him, opened his mouth and said, "Don't..."

"I'm not going," Ling Mu comforted him on the back of his hand a few times, seeing that he was still holding on tightly, he said helplessly, "I'll pour some hot water and come back to wipe your sweat, and I'll be right back. "

It was probably because he was sweating all over his body and it was really uncomfortable, it was rare for Yan Qiujing not to be a rascal.Reluctantly, he withdrew his hand, and when he saw Ling Mu approaching the door, he called out again: "Baby,"

Ling Mu turned around and heard Yan Qiujing snorting, "Hurry up,... I'm afraid of the dark."

Ling Mu laughed and said, "If I don't go out, there will be hot water in the ward."

Yan Qiujing whispered in embarrassment: "Oh."

Ling Mu quickly came out of the bathroom with a small porcelain basin. He soaked the towel in warm water and squeezed off the excess water. He folded the towel into a small square and held it in his hand. Yan Qiujing wiped his forehead and cheeks.

Yan Qiujing stared straight at him, and suddenly sighed: "Baby is so virtuous."

Ling Mu ignored him, put the warm towel into the basin and washed it again, then turned to him and said, "Look up."

Yan Qiujing obediently raised his head and stretched his neck, and after Ling Mu finished wiping him, he raised his hand to lift the quilt off his body.

Ling Mu hurriedly pressed his hand and said, "Don't wipe your body, don't catch a cold in winter."

From the neck up, it was dry and comfortable after being wiped dry, and the sweat-soaked hospital gown was sticky and sticky to the body, which was very different. Yan Qiujing writhed his body under the quilt, frowning in discomfort. Said: "I'm sweating all over, it's so sticky..."

Ling Mu sighed, took the remote control of the air conditioner on the bedside table and adjusted the heating in the room by a few degrees, and said to him, "Wait a minute."

When he came back after changing the basin of hot water, Yan Qiujing had already lifted the quilt aside and was unbuttoning his chest with one hand.

Ling Mu bent down and put his hands on his hands to help him untie his clothes. What he saw was the layer upon layer of bandages on Yan Qiujing's chest, and the tears he had just stopped not long ago formed a layer of water mist in his eyes.

Yan Qiujing raised his hand to wipe away his tears and sighed, "It looks scary, but it's really nothing wrong."

Ling Mu sniffed, pulled his sleeves and rubbed against his eyes for a while to stop the tears.

Yan Qiujing couldn't turn over, so Ling Mu had no choice but to open the hospital gown on his body to his side, and carefully wiped his upper body gently with a towel around the bandage.In fact, there was nothing to wipe, Yan Qiujing's entire chest was almost covered with bandages so that a few patches of skin could not be seen.

Ling Mu's eyes were red, and he slowly removed the towel and put his hands on it, brushing every inch of his body where the bandages were wrapped like a feather from top to bottom.

He felt that his chest was also aching, or his heart was so painful that he couldn't breathe...

... The sadness soon came to an abrupt end.

Ling Mu looked at Yan Qiujing who was holding his hand and stuffing it into his crotch speechlessly. After pulling his hand for a long time, he couldn't pull it out, and he didn't dare to use any strength, so he could only sigh: "...you can still make other things in your mind." Is it?"

"I can't," Yan Qiujing breathed heavily, and said glibly, "My mind is all about you, and I can't squeeze anything else out."

As he wished, he put Ling Mu's hand into his trousers. The cold and slippery hand held his firm and hot part, and after rubbing the top of his palm a few times, the hand moved gently, taking care of it carefully and intimately. To every sensitive point of him.

From time to time, the hand hooked his small eyes that were spitting liquid, causing his body to burn with numbness and heat...

Yan Qiujing's panting became more and more chaotic, and Ling Mu's heart ached when he heard the sound of impurity-mixed breathing. He leaned forward and kissed his lips, tossing and neighing gently,

Every time he touches his hands, he goes straight to the most unbearable place, the squinted eyes of the man under him are gradually blurred, and the movements of Ling Mu's hands speed up...

Yan Qiujing snorted, his body stiffened, and soon he lost his mind and disarmed Ling Mu.Ling Mu took the towel next to him and wiped his hands clean, then took off Yan Qiujing's trousers to help him clean up the dirt in his crotch, while Yan Qiujing lay on the bed for a long time without being able to catch his breath.

Ling Mu put the basin back in the bathroom and came back to see that Yan Qiujing had somehow moved himself to the side of the bed. He patted the half-empty bed and said to Ling Mu, "Come up and give me a hug."

He turned off the light and lay on his side on the bed. Seeing Yan Qiujing who was unable to turn over due to the thoracic spine injury and could only lie straight, he thought for a while and stretched out his arms half-dangling around his waist.

"Your husband's waist is fine." Yan Qiujing pulled his arm and pressed it firmly on his body, looked at him with his head tilted, and called again: "Baby."

Hearing this, Ling Mu tightened her arms around his waist, bowed her waist and buried her head on his shoulder with an "um".

"You know," Yan Qiujing turned his head and looked at the ceiling, and laughed, "When you said you wanted to walk with me, I really wanted to just quit this shit entertainment circle and take you home to live our life in a fair and honest way." The days of the two, whoever wants to take pictures, let them take pictures, as long as the title can be marked with "Yan Qiujing and her boyfriend", I will be satisfied."

Ling Mu also laughed, knowing that Yan Qiujing was still eating the inexplicable jealousy between him and Yuan Lai, he laughed softly and cursed: "Fool."

He tilted his head and leaned on the top of Ling Mu's hair, and recalled: "From the first time I saw you, I thought that if I could put you by my side for the rest of my life, I would do anything."

Ling Mu laughed so hard that his body trembled, and cursed in a low voice: "Fun Lord."

"A person like you would have been set on fire in ancient times." Yan Qiujing rubbed his cheek against the top of his head: "A blue face is a disaster."

Ling Mu was smiling, but suddenly remembered something, he propped himself up and looked down at him: "Where did you film this scene?"

"Huh?" Yan Qiujing was stunned, and then realized that his little sweet bean seemed to be...jealous?He became playful for a while, pretending to frown and recall, and said: "It's the first long-distance relationship since the relationship was established."

Yan Qiujing had talked with Ling Mu on the phone before, so he naturally knew that in the play, Chen Yang and Suning expressed their affection for each other after a passionate kiss.

Ling Mu's eyes turned sharp, and he couldn't help asking a question in his tone: "Did you borrow your seat?"

Yan Qiujing's eyes dodged a little, and his voice sounded a little guilty: "You also know that director Wei pays attention to reality in filming..."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ling Mu's face suddenly change color, he was ready to explain with a smile when he had had enough fun, but when he raised his eyes, Ling Mu's kiss blocked his unspoken words.

It is more appropriate to describe it as a kiss than a bite.

Yan Qiujing frowned in pain and let out a 'bar', then Ling Mu replaced the teeth he was biting on his lips with the tip of his tongue, licked his swollen lower lip a few times, raised his head and stared fiercely at him. Baba said: "Don't tell me next time."

Seeing his annoyed expression, Yan Qiujing thought it was cute, raised his arms around the back of his neck and pressed down on him.

His kiss gently covered Ling Mu's lips, and his tongue touched his awkward jaws that refused to be separated. Yan Qiujing couldn't get in, so he could only rub against his lips, and said in a low voice, "Hey, open your mouth." .”

When he put his tongue into Ling Mu's mouth again, he hooked his tongue easily, entangled tightly, and fiddled wantonly in his mouth.The stormy deep kiss made Ling Mu unable to resist, and soon felt a little short of breath.

Yan Qiujing's tongue rolled away from him, and the body fluid retreated from his mouth in satisfaction, and rubbed the back of his head twice, with a smile in his eyes: "Don't worry, baby, I didn't kiss."

As he said that, he sighed again: "I haven't filmed many of the opponent's scenes. His progress is too slow, and it's procrastinating me to death."

Yan Qiujing put one arm on the pillow and signaled Ling Mu to lie down, Ling Mu hugged him sideways and buried his head in his shoulder, hiding the faint joy in his heart tightly, and asked in a muffled voice: "Then it's not possible to shoot now? "

"I don't know, Director Wei just sighed and didn't say anything," Yan Qiujing said.

"Oh." Ling Mu replied.

Yan Qiujing wanted to laugh when he heard his suddenly low tone, so he changed the subject and asked, "What did you record yesterday, baby? I didn't even have time to watch it."

"The repertoire for the third performance has been announced."

"Anyone you like?" Yan Qiujing asked.

"Well, but we have to wait for netizens to vote for us to choose a song. I don't know if we can choose it." Ling Mu said.

Yan Qiu nodded, then suddenly thought of something, and said in surprise, "Why are you here?" Then a burst of deep guilt came over him, and he wrapped his arms around Ling Mu's arm and asked in a low voice, "...won't you retire? ?”

Ling Mu sighed: "Yeah, I can't get out. Why don't you just go back and be your assistant, don't you just want to replace Xiao Lin?"