Chi Huan looked at this look and felt as if he was drowning. His heart was beating loudly, as if it was about to jump out of his chest.
He leaned down and pressed his thin lips against hers, but he didn't kiss her, just pressed against hers.
The sensual pleasures surged up layer by layer, almost overwhelming her.
She raised Chiguo's arm and put it around the man's neck with some difficulty. Her flushed and hot face also took the initiative to press against the man's face covered with thin sweat. Her voice was charming and hoarse, and she murmured, "It tastes good." , but it could be tastier.”
Mo Shiqian lowered his head and stared at her, the ink in his eyes seemed to be thicker.
After being hungry for a long time, coupled with the emotional stimulation, Chi Huan was completely tortured by him from the inside out, as if he had been having sexual intercourse one after another throughout the night.
… …
Early next morning.
Mo Shiqian had developed this habit almost since he was a child. He never snoozed and would automatically open his eyes at six or seven in the morning.
The warm softness leaned against his side, his breathing was shallow and even, and the whole embrace was full, as if even the heart was full.
I didn’t feel empty before, but now I feel extremely fulfilled.
The woman's body was naked under the quilt, with her snow-white shoulders exposed, and her long hair disheveled. She was sleeping deeply, with a peaceful sleeping face. Mo Shiqian lowered his head and kissed her on the face before lifting the quilt. Get out of bed.
By the time he came out after washing and changing clothes, the beautiful woman had already woken up.
He was hugging the quilt, sitting on the bed and yawning, looking sleepy and not full of sleep.
Mo Shiqian was buttoning his shirt with his fingers, walked over with his long legs, and said in a low voice, "Did I wake you up?"
Chi Huan raised his head and looked at him.
The man has finished washing up. He is wearing a black shirt and trousers of the same color underneath. He is tall, clean, cool, cool and handsome.
She was well-dressed, and there was no trace of the cruelty on her body last night.
She blinked, "I'm not going to rest today, I have to go to work."
Sister Yao sent her all the announcements for today yesterday. Although she was not too busy, it was impossible to sleep until midnight.
He frowned slightly, "Ask your agent to cancel your morning work, and you can sleep a little longer."
Chi Huan yawned again, raised his chin and instructed him, his voice was sleepy and lazy, "Go to the cloakroom and help me get my clothes."
Mo Shiqian's frown did not relax, but he still turned around to get her clothes.
When he returned with the clothes, the woman sat on her bed like a tumbler with her eyes closed, as if she was about to fall down at any time.
As soon as he walked to the bed and put down his clothes, the woman who heard the noise came over, her head was next to his waist, and she looked up at him, "I want to eat noodles."
The man touched her head and said, "I'll let the kitchen cook."
She puffed her cheeks and said softly, "I want to eat what you cooked."
After a moment of silence, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and there was a hint of helpless endearment in his low smile, "Okay."
By the time he went out and went downstairs, Chi Huan was almost done sleeping and quickly got up to wash up.
… …
"What? Are you going to reject Zhang Yan's movie and pick Jiang Song's one?"
Chi Huan bit the straw of the juice, calmly and innocently, "I have decided."
Sister Yao wanted to poke her forehead with her finger, but she was too far away and too lazy to get up, so she gave up. She could only hate the iron and said, "You really can't be spoiled. A little sunshine will make you shine. Jiang Song's If you want to take the movie normally, that's fine, but it's totally not worth giving up Director Zhang for him."
Chi Huan raised the corners of his lips, "I think Jiang Song's script is more interesting, and the heroine he originally wanted was me. I was the prototype when he wrote the script, but the scene directed by Zhang Da... I'll pay close attention. If you look closely, it is originally a man's drama. Even the female protagonist is just a foil. The character creation is relatively thin. It is a good choice to use it to return to the public eye, but for me now, it is not the best. s Choice."
When Jiang Song wrote this script, Chi Huan was still popular. It was entirely possible for them to cooperate, and it would be mutually beneficial.
Sister Yao didn't continue to persuade her because she couldn't be persuaded. Ever since her debut, she has always had her own ideas about the direction of development and taking on roles.
And it turns out that her choices are often right.
She crossed her arms across her chest and said coolly, "Have you reconciled with your man?"
Chi Huan blinked, "Is it so obvious?"
"My whole body exudes the sour smell of love, what do you think?"
Chi Huan didn't shy away from it and said with a smile, "Yes."
“…”
Sister Yao glanced at her sideways, "I've also roughly read Jiang Song's book. It's a supernatural suspense film. Although it's not a horror film, it's quite fascinating to me... You're so brave that you don't even dare to make horror films. Look, are you sure you want to take a photo? It must be all kinds of spooky."
Chi Huan, "..."
Sister Yao is right. When the film was shot, it must have been eerie throughout.
Seeing her pouting, Sister Yao encouraged, "Let me tell you, in the past two years, I heard that there was a crew that made a horror film. I don't know what taboo was violated, and it was haunted all the time. The heroine was so haunted that everyone was confused. Trance-like and nervous..."
"You're just scaring me."
"If you don't believe it, ask your man to investigate. We are very particular about this in this industry, especially when making horror movies involving dead people. There are many taboos... You are timid, and you will definitely have nightmares every night."
Chi Huan looked at her expressionlessly, "..."
Sister Yao touched her nose and spread her hands, "If you really want to shoot, I can't stop you. Go home and watch a few horror movies to practice your courage, so as not to embarrass yourself on the set. Anyway, as far as I know, this movie must be in the desert." Shooting in the countryside, maybe in a cemetery.”
“…”
… …
In the evening, Mo Shiqian went home and cooked dinner for her as promised.
When he went back, Chi Huan put his iPad on the coffee table and sat on the sofa, hugging the pillow. He curled up into a ball and covered his eyes with his fingers, leaving only a small gap to look at the screen.
The man walked over and placed his palm on her head.
"ah… "
As soon as she touched it, she immediately let out a short scream and her whole body shook.
Looking up, he saw the handsome and familiar face of the man and complained, "Why do you walk without making any sound? You're so scary."
Mo Shiqian lowered his head and glanced at her screen, "You're so brave, what kind of horror movie are you watching?"
"I want to take on Jiang Song's movie... Sister Yao asked me to experience it in advance."
The man glanced at her and said calmly, "I'm free in the evening, so I can watch it with you."
Her eyes lit up, "Really?"
He touched her head and said lightly, "Well, lest you scare yourself out of trouble."
She frowned and raised her hand to close the iPad, "Then I won't watch it now."
Mo Shiqian looked at her for a while, then took out a brocade box from his coat pocket and said in a low voice, "If you don't like yesterday's gift, give it another one."