[Bojun Yixiao] The two of us are locked

Xiao Zhan quietly looked at Wang Yibo's face so close, the surrounding air seemed to freeze.

Wang Yibo waited for a while, seeing that he didn't answer, his eyes slowly moved down from his eyes, and landed on his lips and the cute mole on the bottom of his lips.

Previously in the film crew, he had filmed countless times with Xiao Zhan at close range. He saw his lips and moles several times, and wanted to kiss him, but at that time there were too many people around and he was filming again. Can't do that.

But it's different now, there are only two of them here.

This is a private... private space between the two of them, with no equipment facing them, and no one else watching.

For a moment, Wang Yibo really wanted to indulge once, follow his heart, and kiss him fiercely.

It's a pity that before he continued to finish what he wanted to do, Xiao Zhan's hand had already struggled a little, broke free from his restraint, and immediately embraced him.Rubbing his waist, rubbing the hair on the back of his head with one hand, she leaned into his ear and said softly, "You are not a child, you are my Lan Zhan."

The name "Lan Zhan" seems to remind Wang Yibo that they are still in the play, and the emotional bond between the two is as if in the play, all fake.

His heart suddenly twitched violently, and an unknown fire also burst into flames, and instantly burned to the top of his head.

Xiao Zhan didn't realize that he had said something wrong, he was still coaxing a child, and softly said while stroking his hair: "Lan Zhan, you are not 'Yazheng' now, let your 'uncle' know, But you will be 'punished'."

Wang Yibo clenched his fist tightly, and suddenly smiled coldly, "Oh, yes, that's just right."

He tilted his face slightly, and stared at Xiao Zhan's face with scorching hot eyes, "I took all the 33 lashes for you, now I don't care how many more times I break the lashes, how many more times I suffer. whip……"

At the same time as he finished speaking, he already leaned...lower down, and kissed... Xiao Zhan's lips.

It was a domineering, haphazard, punitive kiss.

But gradually, as Wang Yibo's mood eased, this eager and domineering kiss became lighter and softer.

But at this moment, Xiao Zhan was a little at a loss by his abnormal behavior.

He stared at his beautiful eyes in surprise and bewilderment, but there was a faint melancholy in his eyes that slowly faded away.

I don't know how long it took before Wang Yibo let go of him reluctantly.

"Brother Zhan..."

He murmured in a low voice, but his eyes were a little afraid to look at Xiao Zhan.

Xiao Zhan kept this posture without moving, even when he was pressed...hold... kiss...kissed by him feverishly, he didn't even struggle a bit.

It was only then that Wang Yibo's low-pitched murmurs filled his ears, and his eyes refocused.

"Wang Yibo." Different from the usual intimate address when playing around, this time, Xiao Zhan not only has a serious expression, but also changed his address to a more formal full name.

When Wang Yibo heard him calling himself that, he subconsciously felt bad.

Sure enough, Xiao Zhan sighed softly, then looked at him, frowned and said, "We've been wrapping up for more than a year, it's time for a play."