Let it go, rainbow fart

Time is like riding on a mad horse, galloping on the hooves, and the crew is shooting nervously and orderly every day.

In the evening this evening, Qiao Shuran drank a cup of Mandarin Duck desperately. The caffeine in it kept his nerve center in a state of excitement until late at night——

He fell asleep.

Lying on the bed for several hours, counting the sheep to 920, Qiao Shuran still had hundreds of devils playing disco in his mind, and his spirit was extremely excited.

"This coffee is really strong," he said as he got up from the bed in pain with the demons dancing in his head, and looked at the time on his phone: 03:30 in the morning.

"Ah—" Qiao Shuran scratched the head of the chicken nest, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and sighed out her hollow soul.

Since he couldn't fall asleep after taking stimulants, he simply turned on the computer to pass the time.Code some words, what can I write?

His current mind is like an empty hut, full of fanart and small brains from all over the world, for him to sift through one after another.

Suddenly, Qiao Shuran in the small empty room jumped three feet high, and grabbed one of the white papers with words written on it. He looked at the content on it, and his eyes lit up.

ah!Just you!

So, this severely sleep-deprived man began to code things insanely...

After half an hour.

In the hotel room, a face with drooling and a wretched and idiotic smile appeared on the computer screen——

Qiao Shuran is writing his and Ning Han's fan drama.

He put the thoughts in his mind into words, as if two loving little paper people really jumped out of his mind, leaping between the lines, crackling, and finally dyed the sky into ashes, turning into a magnificent beauty love.

Heh, etiquette, righteousness and shame don't exist in my Qiao Shuran's world!

The next day, when Ge You was slumped on the crew bench to catch up on sleep, Ning Han walked over during the filming break and knelt down beside him.

Seeing that Qiao Shuran's dark circles were almost dragging to the ground, Ning Han rubbed his earlobes, "Did you not sleep well last night?"

"Well," Qiao Shuran nodded half awake, exhausted all her strength to open her eyes, and asked weakly, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to ask," Ning Han scratched the tip of his nose unnaturally, "Tonight... do you have time to come to my room?"

The relationship between the two has not been made public. Only people in Ning Han's own studio and some close friends know about their relationship.In the crew, they have been getting along as colleagues, and the hotel rooms are naturally separated.

"Ah?" Qiao Shuran was taken aback, her eyes widened suddenly, and suddenly shone brightly, "You, your room?"

Boyfriend, if you want to drink this, I won't be sleepy.

"Is it inconvenient? Then I'll go to your room?" Ning Han hesitated.

Qiao Shuran, who was still drowsy just now, felt as if he had been pumped with blood, his heart beating soaring into the sky, "No, no, let's go to your room."

"Well," Ning Han nodded, looking distressed at his tired face that seemed to have not closed his eyes for hundreds of years, and felt that it would be better to forget it, "But I see that your face is so tired now, let's go to another day, you can start tonight have a good rest."

"No, no, no, I've been lying down for so long," Qiao Shuran was now so energetic that he could rush to Jingyanggang to fight tigers, without even forgetting the word "reserved".

Grooving, how does love come like a Siberian tornado? !Could it be that the shameful fan drama I wrote last night appeared?

Ning Han was still a little worried, and worried: "It might be too late, are you sure you are in good health?"

"D-of course." Qiao Shuran coughed twice, and asked with a blushing face, "Tonight? Are you not tired from filming during the day?"

The boyfriend was so considerate, Ning Han's heart softened into sweet juice. He weighed it carefully and said, "It's tiring to be tired, but there are still things to do."

No matter how tired you are, you can't stop doing this kind of thing!

"That's true, you have to do what you have to do," Qiao Shuran nodded in agreement, and there was a roller coaster drifting at a high speed in her mind, and it went up to the high speed with a sharp turn.

It's tonight!bring it on!I am always ready!

At almost ten o'clock in the evening, Qiao Shuran knocked on Ning Han's room on time.As soon as Ning Han closed the door, he enthusiastically opened his arms to ask for a loving hug.

Ning Han flashed nimbly, smiled and dodged Qiao Shuran's bear hug attack, "I just filmed the scene at the construction site. I'm covered in dust and I'll get you dirty. You sit on the bed first, and I'll take a shower first."

come!You dirty me!Qiao Shuran, whose soul was released from the chicken coop, endured it, and replied calmly, "Okay."

Seeing Ning Han walk into the bathroom, he lowered his head and unbuttoned the belt of his windbreaker, glanced at the clothes he had put on inside, and sniffed his own scent, and then showed a sly smile like a goblin.

Qiao Shuran came here wearing a knee-length windbreaker. This seemingly conservative coat has something inside, um, it's a vacuum.

He was only wearing a pair of pajama pants, his upper body was bare, and when he took off his coat, he could reveal a piece of fair and delicate skin.

His carefulness is not only reflected here, but also in the scent of the shower gel left on his body after taking a careful bath, which is rich and fragrant, charming and not vulgar, and even the strands of hair are full of charm.

Qiao Shuran came here after making sufficient preparations. After all, he has such good looks and figure that he can fight well. If he is well armed, isn't his lethality comparable to that of a goblin who wrecks the country?

The sound of water splashing in the bathroom, Ning Han was washing his clean and fit body in it, Qiao Shuran felt unbearably hot just listening to it.

He opened the window of the room and sucked in the crisp autumn air outside, but the tip of the little nose sticking out of the window was turned red by the autumn wind, and it was still useless.

How could it be useful? This hotness is burning from the heart, not because of the temperature outside...

"Are you alright?" He couldn't wait, and shouted towards the bathroom.

"It's almost there." Ning Han was drying his body with a towel, but he quickened his movements when he heard Qiao Shuran's shout, "Come out soon."

"Okay," Qiao Shuran pursed an uncontrollable smile, closed the window happily, and sat back on the soft bed.

Tapping his forehead lightly with his fingers, he gradually realized that he began to have uncontrollable fantasies.The little yellow text written that night was still clear, and the paragraphs and plots flashed through his mind quickly——

The man who had just taken a shower came out of the bathroom, wiping his half-wet black hair with misty eyelashes, and the water droplets that had not been completely dried hung on his body with wide shoulders and narrow waist, filled with long-lasting heat.

That sexy and charming collarbone, that smooth and delicate skin, that firm and strong muscles, that well-proportioned and slender 42-inch long legs, and that bath towel wrapped around her waist casually, as if it would be...

Qiao Shuran was breathing heavily and had a myocardial infarction.

Heaven and earth, I am guilty!I was actually fascinated by masculinity, and I had thoughts in my mind that could not pass the trial. A pile of endless dumping of yellow waste was corrupting my soul!

He couldn't sit still anymore, stood up, paced back and forth in the room, gnawing his fingernails nervously and eagerly.

Oh God, help me!Ben Tongziji sincerely prays, ask God to bless me to become Liu Xiahui and Fahai, calm down and calm down.

"Why are you walking around?"

Qiao Shuran staggered in fright at the sudden sound behind him, and fell into the arms of the person behind him. He instantly stiffened like a dead body.

It's just that this corpse can breathe and talk, has a heartbeat and pulse, and it's very fast.

At that moment, Qiao Shuran knew that all the sincere prayers and holy prayers just now were thrown into the sky because of this man's warm embrace.

His breathing gradually softened, and the spring water in his heart was stirred up: Yes, I am guilty.Ning Han is the chief culprit. Sentence me. Sentence to life imprisonment. The time limit is love, and only one person is allowed to be imprisoned for a lifetime as punishment.

Laozi is willing to suffer for love and die for love. Come on! Baby!

"Shu Ran?" Ning Han called him again.

Qiao Shuran turned around with a dry face full of expectation——

Huh?Who are you, sir?

I saw that Ning Han was wearing an elderly pajamas suit similar to that of the North Pole men, with the programmer's fashion killer - plaid pattern on it, and a white towel to wipe his hair on top of his head in a very homely manner.

Qiao Shuran: "..." I thought our grandpa was here.

"Are you okay?" Ning Han felt the scalding heat in the hand holding Qiao Shuran, "Why are you so hot?"

Seeing that Qiao Shuran's face was unusually red, he used the back of his hands to feel the temperature on his forehead and the other's forehead, and he was relieved, "I almost thought you had a fever, didn't you feel uncomfortable?"

"It's okay." Qiao Shuran pushed his hand away, turning pale and blue, and turned his eyes around Ning Han——

What about half-naked flesh?What about the sexy collarbone?Want to drop the remaining bath towel?What about the half-dried drops?

What's with this tight conservative pajamas?What's the matter with the buttons being buttoned neatly from top to bottom?No, it's not what I imagined!

"Uh," Qiao Shuran was on the verge of collapse, and asked pretendingly, "Brother, do you wear so many clothes at night?"

"It's autumn now, you have to keep warm," Ning Han looked at the pure cotton pajamas he was wearing, "But Brother Tao lent me this, I forgot to bring my pajamas to the set."

Qiao Shuran: "..."

Looking at Ning Han's airtight appearance, he suddenly felt that he had unilaterally established a blood feud with Wang Tao, and murmured, "It looks quite warm..."

Even the hair is well-brushed, and he looks like a healthy boy. No wonder he fell in love with ginger brown sugar as soon as he drank it.

"But if you wear this indoors, it seems a little hot?" Ning Han looked at the windbreaker wrapped like a rice dumpling on his body, and asked kindly, "Why don't you take off the coat? Seeing that you are so hot that your face is so hot famous."

"No, no, no," Qiao Shuran waved her hands again and again, trying to suppress the irritability in her heart, "This windbreaker is warm in winter and cool in summer, and it will automatically ventilate in autumn, so I don't feel hot."

He wrapped the windbreaker tightly, for fear of revealing a little vacuum. If Ning Han saw that he was not wearing clothes, wouldn't it be Sima Zhaozhi's sudden appearance?

Where should his thick skin of a hundred feet be placed?Shame to death!I can't say that I just love to wear windbreakers shirtless...

The atmosphere was very good, Ning Han thought, well, it's time to get down to business.

He brought a thick stack of scripts, and said to Qiao Shuran like a primary school student humbly asking a teacher, "I want to discuss the script with you. There is a scene in it. I haven't handled the details well enough, so I can't touch it." It penetrates the mood of the characters, so I want to see if there is any inspiration from you."

"Brother," Qiao Shuran was shocked by the operation of this straight steel man, "You asked me to come to your room... just to tell me about the script?"

"That's right, I don't have time during the day," the straightforward Ning Han said with the word "drama idiot" written on his face, "This scene will be filmed next week. I tried it myself. I acted in the mirror, but I couldn’t get the feeling I wanted.”

Ah - so this is the legendary, night, light, drama, script?

Qiao Shuran: "..." Is today a holiday?Why is the highway blocked?My car can't move.

"Shu Ran?" Seeing him in a daze, Ning Han waved a page of the script in front of his eyes, "What are you thinking about?"

"Ah? Ah," Qiao Shuran came back to his senses, regained his senses a little bit, resisted the urge to tear up all the scripts and threw them downstairs, and smiled slightly: "Okay, then let's study it."

So, in the next two hours or so, the two of them seemed to be having a face-to-face academic seminar. They were extremely professional and sacred, and meticulously discussed issues about the script.

There is no traffic jam on the expressway, but it is impartial, leading to the ocean of knowledge.

Looking at the script and the plot tree that covered the bed, and Ning Han who was sitting on the bedside reading the script like a gentleman, Qiao Shuran almost died without a mouthful of old blood.

It's not really necessary to talk about the script all night, bro.This is simply an insult to my beauty, Qiao Jiaren!

When Qiao Shuran silently lamented that his boyfriend's mind was too pure, Ning Han's mind had already been polluted into a river of quicksand.

Originally, he called Qiao Shuran over tonight because he wanted to discuss the script, but after Qiao Shuran came, he found out——

Can't hold it at all!

Even if he is emotionally slow, he is not a dead piece of wood. He is a man with normal physiology and psychology. Sitting beside Qiao Shuran, who is full of fragrance, is a severe test of his willpower.

However, when Ning Han saw that the long windbreaker on the other party was airtight, he was secretly depressed: Maybe he deliberately wore it like this to tell you that he didn't think so?

With a dirty thought that he couldn't speak, he tried not to look at Qiao Shuran, and he didn't dare to sit too close to him, because the fragrance of Qiao Shuran's body was so lethal that it was easy to deceive people's minds.

However, his innocent little boyfriend still doesn't know that the danger is close at hand, and always leans towards him naturally as usual.Just like now, Qiao Shuran leaned over again by wanting to read the script in his hand.

So, these two fools who thought each other was innocent, teetering on the edge of half-hardness, tormented each other like this for two hours.

Qiao Shuran held the script in his hand, and leaned close to Ning Han's body, with his head still leaning back on his shoulder, and the soft hair touched Ning Han's neck as if nothing existed.

Ning Han's Adam's apple slid up and down, and suddenly felt an itchy neck and heart, an unbearable kind of itching.

In fact, the scheming boy Qiao Shuran did this on purpose: Look, even if I wear a trench coat similar to the old master's robe, I can still seduce you!

"No need to flirt" refers to a silly straight man like Ning Han, not to mention that he has held on all night, and his defense has reached its limit.When Qiao Shuran did this, he suddenly felt a fire burning in his body.

The fire continued to burn more and more intensely, and went straight up to his throat, so dry that he swallowed his throat unconsciously.It burned straight down to his lower abdomen, making him scorching hot, causing... leading to the indescribable reaction.

Qiao Shuran, who was lying on him, noticed something, her face suddenly turned red like a peach blossom in spring, the corners of her eyes were moist and crystal clear, and she turned her head to look at Ning Han shyly.

Ning Han looked at him, and saw his own image reflected in those bright and penetrating eyes, so as if fascinated, he gently brushed Qiao Shuran's soft and moist lower lip with his thumb.

Among adults, this kind of thing doesn't need to be said clearly, just relying on eye contact is enough to understand each other's mind.

The two, who were wearing knee-length trench coats and old-age plaid pajama suits, took off their clothes and kissed and stroked fiercely.The breathing of the two men was fierce, like two factors that hit it off, and their lips and teeth were full of love for each other.

However, just before the two of them fell on the bed, Ning Han, who had the last sane left, suddenly jumped out of the state and got up, "Wait, wait a minute!"

Qiao Shuran's soft waist was caught by his arms, and before he had time to sink into the mattress, he was half-lying in the air like that, his eyes were filled with mist, and he stared at Ning Han blankly.

Could it be that my brother has become enlightened and wants to play some interesting tricks?

Unexpectedly, he was thinking too much, Ning Han carefully pulled him up first, frowned and said seriously, "There is a script on the bed, don't crush it."

Qiao Shuran: "?"

Then, little brother Ning Han, who was still full of lust* last second, now, with his hot and sore lower body, muttered, "I'll clean them up first, you wait soon." He picked up all the script papers on the bed and carefully stacked them one by one according to the page number.

Qiao Shuran: "..." Okay, so that stack of broken scripts is the real boyfriend.

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