After saying this, Zhou Ziheng let go of Lin Mo's wrist and put his hands in the pockets of his suit pants.
Lin Mo had never met Zhou Ziheng, but his intuition told him that there must be some relationship between Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xiqing. He smiled and touched his wrist, glanced at Xia Xiqing, and nodded meaningfully, "You are not very experienced in the world..."
Xia Xiqing in the mirror raised her eyebrows, and Lin Mo felt bored and left the dressing room with a smile. The door closed again, leaving only Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xiqing in the room.
For some reason, the aggressive confidence he had just now suddenly disappeared like a deflated balloon. Zhou Ziheng felt that he was simply meddling in other people's business. Maybe Xia Xiqing was also looking forward to this "reunion", and maybe he had ruined someone else's good fortune.
The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he felt. Suddenly, he heard laughter. Zhou Ziheng came to his senses and saw Xia Xiqing couldn't hold back his smile. He lowered his head and laughed louder and louder.
"What are you laughing at?" Zhou Ziheng was a little annoyed. He was clearly helping him, but he was still being laughed at.
Xia Xiqing was laughing so hard that tears were about to come out. He tried to calm himself down and looked up at Zhou Ziheng who was standing next to him, "Are you inexperienced in the world?" He pursed his lips to hold back a smile, supporting his chin with his hand and resting his elbow on the armrest of the chair. He looked at Zhou Ziheng with his eyes curved into two crescent moons.
Apart from anything else, there is nothing wrong with this face being described as inexperienced in the world, Zhou Ziheng thought.
Xia Xiqing's eyes were bright, as if they were filled with a handful of crushed stars. He gently tapped his cheek with his fingers and repeated what Zhou Ziheng had just said to Lin Mo, "We are all in the same circle, and many things are not surprising to you and me." As he spoke, his voice slowed down, and the tail end was like the remnant of clouds blown away by the wind in the afternoon.
"Not surprising..." He stretched out a hand and touched the soft fabric of Zhou Ziheng's white sweater. His slender index finger had distinct joints and traced the woven texture like a paintbrush. The innocent smile in the corner of his eyes gradually faded, giving rise to an ambiguous arc.
Suddenly, his index finger clasped the belt buckle around Zhou Ziheng's waist, and he raised his eyes to meet Zhou Ziheng's gaze.
"What things are not surprising to you?"
Zhou Ziheng's brows were slightly furrowed, which was the sexiest expression in Xia Xiqing's eyes.
This person is simply...
"I'm just looking for an excuse." Zhou Ziheng pulled his hand out of his pocket, trying to remove his restless fingers from his belt. However, as soon as he held his slender fingers, Xia Xiqing grabbed them with his backhand, and inserted his fingers forcibly between Zhou Ziheng's fingers, holding his hand tightly.
“Why do you want to stand out?”
Fingers clasped together, such words should be the most tender and sweetest in Zhou Ziheng's eyes, but at this moment Xia Xiqing is more like a gangster with a knife on the victim's neck. Paranoid, arrogant, and determined.
The intertwined fingers gave Zhou Ziheng a burning sensation, and the alarm in his heart sounded again. He tried to pry Xia Xiqing's hands apart, but his eyes accidentally swept across the wound on his lip. Not wanting to hurt him again, he had to give up, pretending to be indifferent, and replied coldly, "I didn't make a fuss. There are many people here, and I don't want to be rumored to be 'the photographer has a secret relationship with the model, and the famous actor turned a blind eye'."
It's really interesting, making excuses is so interesting. Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows and secretly exerted force with his fingers to suppress Zhou Ziheng's attempt to escape. "So it doesn't matter if I offend the photographer before the shoot?"
"I have nothing to fear. To me, there is no difference between a finished photo taken in a studio and a casual photo taken by a passerby."
Zhou Ziheng spoke these arrogant words calmly and confidently, while Xia Xiqing's eyes scanned his entire body.
That’s true.
"A perfectionist like Lin Mo will not destroy his work for such a small thing." After saying this, Zhou Ziheng felt that Xia Xiqing's hand seemed to relax a little, and he took the opportunity to use his other hand to push his hand away.
Relieved. Not completely. Zhou Ziheng turned his fingers that were so painful from being held by him and put them back into his suit pants pocket.
After ending the hand-holding, Xia Xiqing showed an expression of a prey escaping. He stood up from the chair and stretched out his hands to help Zhou Ziheng adjust his high collar. The hand that was clasped with his fingers before was clenched until it turned red. After adjusting the collar, he raised his eyes slightly and looked into Zhou Ziheng's eyes.
"I like you to look at me from this angle with your head half lowered," Xia Xiqing's voice was very gentle, and her hands slid from the edge of his turtleneck to his broad shoulders, "It makes me want to kiss you."
Zhou Ziheng stretched out his hand to stop Xia Xiqing from getting closer to him, but did not push him away. "Someone could come in here at any time."
Xia Xiqing couldn't help but laugh.
This sentence is really ambiguous.
As if something was going to happen to them.
He tilted his head, a sly look in his eyes, "So... you mean, if we were alone, I could kiss you?"
Changing concepts is a terrible skill.
Zhou Ziheng was a little irritated by his teasing, but he couldn't tell why. Xia Xiqing was so skilled in these methods that he didn't need to react at all, and it had almost become a conditioned reflex. It didn't take much to tell that he had tried them on countless people.
When Zhou Ziheng thought about how he had practiced these tricks on countless people, he felt uncomfortable. He was so angry that his voice became fierce. "Do you think I didn't bite you hard enough last time?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Xiqing stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his lips, licking the blood scab as if he was tasting something delicious. "Pretty cruel." His hands moved from his shoulders to the back of his neck, and he looked up at Zhou Ziheng slightly in a gesture of asking for a kiss.
"It's better to bite where you can't see next time."
Zhou Ziheng shook off his hand and took a step back, "Don't try to get me."
"What's your plan?" Xia Xiqing sat back in her chair and picked up the phone on the dressing table. "Do you think I want to come? Who urged her assistant to pick me up? Who promised me to come by myself but changed her mind halfway, and was worried that I wouldn't come and kept confirming?"
Every sentence hit Zhou Ziheng's soft spot, and for a moment he could hardly find the right words to respond to Xia Xiqing's questions.
Xia Xiqing asked again, "Why do you regret it?"
This was the point Zhou Ziheng was unwilling to talk about. He didn't even want to delve into why he suddenly felt uncomfortable after seeing Xia Xiqing liked the Weibo post.
"I have nothing to say."
Zhou Ziheng didn't want to lie, nor did he want to make excuses.
Just when Xia Xiqing was about to ask, Shane came back with the special effects makeup artist, and as soon as he entered the room, he quietly complained about Lin Mo's troubles and trivialities. Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng pretended that nothing had happened, and sat in their respective seats. Zhou Ziheng's hairstylist also came back.
"Ziheng, I just discussed with them, and we think wet hair will be sexier," the hairstylist grabbed Zhou Ziheng's blown hair, "but it won't be too wet, the part on the forehead," she grabbed a part, pressed the spray, and sprayed until it was about to drip, but the water droplets would accumulate on the tips of the drooping hair.
The special effects makeup artist drew a long scar on Xia Xiqing's face, but he felt it was not enough.
"Can you paint it to look like the skin is bursting open?" Xia Xiqing said to the makeup artist with a smile, "I think it will be more impactful."
After the makeup and hair were ready, Xia Xiqing watched Zhou Ziheng put on the gold-rimmed glasses. His deep eyebrows and eyes were framed by the golden frames and paired with a high-necked sweater, giving him an indescribable sense of abstinence.
He took a last look at himself in the mirror, with his torn black shirt, exposed skin, horrible wounds on his face, and bloodstains and scabs on his lips. He really looked like a poor victim.
The studio was set up with a pure black background, with a Baroque-style light brown walnut upholstered chair in the middle.
"Xiqing, sit on the chair first. I'll take two pictures to test the light." Lin Mo raised his chin towards Xia Xiqing, and Xia Xiqing walked over and sat on the chair.
"Spread your legs a little, yes, lean back on the chair, and tilt your head up," Lin Mo directed while pressing the shutter to capture Xia Xiqing's every expression.
After checking the photos he had just taken, Lin Mo was quite satisfied, "Ziheng, come over too."
Xia Xiqing turned his head and saw Zhou Ziheng walking towards him from the darkness, his long legs wrapped in suit trousers, and a dark grey herringbone coat over his white sweater. He lowered his head and carefully put on white surgical rubber gloves on his hands. The moment he looked up, the pair of eyes under his golden eyes narrowed slightly under the strong light of the reflector.
If all perverted murderers had this face, there would be many people who would come here to die. Xia Xiqing sighed sincerely.
It is not easy to shoot a double-person cover. Most magazines choose the safest and simplest left-right standing position, but Lin Mo obviously does not want to use such a boring pose.
"Xi Qing sat on the chair, and Ziheng walked around from behind the chair and stood behind him." Lin Mo added, "From now on, you must remember your identities, a perverted murderer and an innocent victim. Play freely."
Zhou Ziheng stood behind Xia Xiqing. The two tried several different standing postures, but each one was lacking something. The moment the shutter was pressed, Zhou Ziheng's mind was blank. He knew that he had not yet entered the state, and the photos taken in this way would not be eye-catching.
Lin Mo took a group photo, and the makeup artist came up to fix Zhou Ziheng's hair. "I feel that this concept is difficult to shoot."
Zhou Ziheng nodded. After watching the film, Lin Mo walked up to him and said to the makeup artist, "I think the makeup is not good enough. It would be better to make it bloodier and more revealing."
The makeup artist was also a little confused, "Now we are not allowed to take too many photos, and even if we do, we can't use it for the cover."
"It's okay to be more subtle." Lin Mo showed a slightly impatient expression on his face, "If you can't do it, let someone else do it." After saying that, he walked aside and lit a cigarette for himself.
The makeup artist's expression became awkward. Xia Xiqing looked at Zhou Ziheng who was standing there. Indeed, it would have been better if there was a little more blood.
"Excuse me, do you have any paint?" Xia Xiqing walked to the special effects makeup artist. "I guess you should have a lot of red paint here. The same kind you used to paint my wound just now will do."
Zhou Ziheng closed his eyes and asked the makeup artist to spray water on him again. Suddenly, the sound from the spray head stopped.
"Ziheng."
Xia Xiqing's voice. Zhou Ziheng opened his eyes and a stream of liquid splashed on his face, almost blinding his eyes. He quickly closed his eyes and frowned, "What are you doing?"
"Is this okay?"
The red paint that he had just thrown at Zhou Ziheng's face looked like gushing blood, adhering to his well-defined face, from the few strands of wet hair hanging from his forehead, to the deep eye sockets, from the cheekbones, to the edges of his lips.
Xia Xiqing handed the paintbrush and the plate with sticky red paint to the makeup assistant, took the gold-rimmed glasses from Zhou Ziheng's hand, and gently put them on Zhou Ziheng's face.
This is like a real murderer.
Lin Mo also came over, and the satisfied expression on his face could hardly be concealed, "Okay, very good, this is the feeling."
After solving this problem, Xia Xiqing returned to his chair. Zhou Ziheng followed his figure with his peripheral vision. He seemed to be a little tired. When he sat down, he hunched his back slightly, supported his forehead with his hands, and his slightly curly hair covered his face.
The collar of the loose shirt was open, and from Zhou Ziheng's perspective, he could clearly see the outline of his clavicle, clavicle, ribs, the muscle lines that continued to meander downwards, and the faintly visible, slightly rising and falling chest.
He suddenly thought of the first time he met Xia Xiqing in the secret room.
Xia Xiqing, half bent over, used her handcuffed hands to untie the ropes on his legs in a submissive manner.
"Do you have handcuffs here?"
Hearing this, Xia Xiqing, who had been lowering his head, suddenly looked up and looked at Zhou Ziheng. He had to admit that Zhou Ziheng unexpectedly liked his surprise, and he didn't realize that he had entered that state at all.
"Yes, I do." Shane looked at Xia Xiqing, "Xiqing, can you wear handcuffs?"
Xia Xiqing laughed and said, "No problem, I'll follow your instructions."
Shane immediately told his assistant to get them, and said with a smile, "It just matches the scene you saw at the beginning of "A Way Out."" The assistant brought the handcuffs and was about to hand them to Xia Xiqing when Lin Mo interrupted him, "Give them to Ziheng, let Ziheng wear them. The makeup artists are all out, we're going to start shooting."
Zhou Ziheng took the handcuffs from his assistant, walked to Xia Xiqing's side, knelt on one knee on the ground, and Xia Xiqing, who was leaning on the chair, stretched out both hands in front of him, and the silver handcuffs were locked with a click.
This feeling was too familiar. The sound of the shutter kept echoing in his ears, and Xia Xiqing looked at Zhou Ziheng, watching him stand up and walk around behind him.
"Ziheng bent down and put his face close to Xiqing's ear. Yes, he pinched his chin."
"Very good, I feel it, keep this action." Lin Mo changed the angle of the filming, and even the assistant beside him could hear the excitement in his voice, "Ziheng reached out and pinched his chin with his right hand."
The first set of photos took nearly an hour to shoot, and the result was so amazing that the staff in both studios were amazed.
“The performance of these two people is simply amazing.”
"I can't believe that's an amateur, so pretty."
"Stop being a fangirl and get back to work."
When selecting the film, Lin Mo and the magazine director had almost exactly the same opinion and both chose the same film.
In the picture, Xia Xiqing was sitting on an exquisite wine-red cushioned armchair, his hands were handcuffed. Zhou Ziheng, with blood splattered on his face, stood behind him, and pinched Xia Xiqing's chin from behind with his right hand wearing a white rubber glove, forcing him to slightly raise his head.
He bit and pulled off the other white glove, held it between his teeth and held it in his mouth. His bare hand stroked Xia Xiqing's jawbone, and his index finger almost reached into Xia Xiqing's slightly opened lips.
Both of them looked directly into the camera. The eyes behind the gold-rimmed glasses were cold and cruel, mixed with a certain pleasure of having one's desire fulfilled.
Xia Xiqing raised his head with his eyelids drooped, his eyes seemed to be calling for help through the camera, but his face showed a look of enjoyment.
It's really wonderful.
The next two scenes are single-person interior page shots. Zhou Ziheng's scene is in front of the wardrobe in the bedroom. There is a full-length mirror embedded in the open door of the wardrobe, and the styling assistant takes away his glasses for him.
"Imagine that you have killed him now, and then you go back to your own room and change your soiled clothes." Lin Mo adjusted the machine and pointed it at Zhou Ziheng, "Look at yourself in the mirror, that's right."
Zhou Ziheng pulled up the hem of his sweater, hooked his right elbow around the sweater and pulled it up, exposing the right side of his body. Xia Xiqing, who was standing outside the venue, was holding a drink in his hand, and was enjoying watching Zhou Ziheng's exposed abdominal muscles and mermaid line. To be honest, it was more impactful than he had imagined before. Such a figure was really too exciting.
The cold liquid was sucked through the straw, but my throat became even drier.
"Hold the clothes with your elbows, look at the mirror, yes." Lin Mo changed the angle and moved closer, "Take it off, wipe the blood spots on your face with your fingers, and lift your chin. Very good."
Xia Xiqing's eyes were fixed on Zhou Ziheng's entire exposed back, the back muscles that were constantly moving with his movements, and the thin, narrow waist that extended downwards.
My teeth couldn't help but bite the mouth of the straw.
Tsk, the feeling of being able to see but not be able to eat is so frustrating.
When it was Xia Xiqing's personal photo shoot, the location was changed to the bathroom, which had a bathtub filled with hot water. Lin Mo and Xia Xiqing discussed the idea of the photo shoot, while Zhou Ziheng, who had changed into another set of clothes to rest, watched the previous film under the arrangement of the photography assistant.
Xia Xiqing lay in the bathtub, the warm water submerged his body, and the silk shirt stuck to his skin. Xia Xiqing leaned his head against the front of the bathtub, with his arms on the edge. Lin Mo thought this posture was good, so he took a few photos, then called the stylist, brought a three-finger-wide white lace long belt, and walked to Xia Xiqing's side.
"Try this on your eyes." The stylist followed Lin Mo's instructions and gently placed the white lace on Xia Xiqing's eyes.
"Lighting engineer, the light above us should be more yellowish."
Zhou Ziheng sat aside, looking at Xia Xiqing lying in the bathtub, with a long white lace covering her eyes, a kind of gloomy beauty. There are too many people with neutral styles in this circle, and they have more delicate faces than most girls, but in Zhou Ziheng's aesthetic system, those packaged beauties are not enough to be called beautiful.
After watching the previous film, Lin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, "I think it's still a little insufficient," he called the director and Shane, "make the water in this bathtub all red."
"No." The director shook his head and rejected his decision. "What happened to Ziheng's face just now was already a borderline case. This kind of large area is absolutely not allowed."
Shane shrugged, "I told you so."
Zhou Ziheng was sitting at the other end and heard it clearly. He turned around and waved to Xiao Luo.
"It's just the finishing touch." Lin Mo was very dissatisfied. His perfectionism did not allow him to compromise at this time. He called the editor-in-chief of the magazine to negotiate, but the result was still negative. Several people were arguing in the studio and were about to quarrel.
The discussion and argument had lasted for more than ten minutes. The water in the bathtub gradually cooled down. Xia Xiqing felt tired. From an artistic point of view, he understood Lin Mo's persistence, but art and whether it could be published were another matter. He took off the white lace, turned his neck, and looked sideways at Zhou Ziheng.
Zhou Ziheng, who was sitting far away, also made eye contact with him, but only for a moment. He stood up and walked to the center of the argument.
"I have an idea." Zhou Ziheng said.
The people who were arguing stopped, and Xia Xiqing slowly sat up from the bathtub, bent one leg and placed his arm on it.
"What's the idea?" Lin Mo, who was suddenly interrupted, had obvious dissatisfaction on his face. He was not willing to compromise at all and did not think that a male actor had the ability to convince him from the perspective of artistic aesthetics.
Xiao Luo suddenly walked in, holding two large bouquets of red roses in his hands, and the florist who was following him had three more bouquets in his hands. Each bouquet of flowers was full and warm, almost completely covering their upper bodies, which was really eye-catching. "Ziheng, the flowers are here."
Zhou Ziheng took one of the bouquets. The petals were delicate and fresh, but he stretched out his right hand and grabbed a handful without mercy, tearing the petals into pieces. He walked to Xia Xiqing and sprinkled the crushed petals in the bathtub.
"This is my idea."
The flower petals fell from the air and landed on the water. Through the falling petals, Zhou Ziheng clearly saw a hint of surprise in Xia Xiqing's eyes. He smiled slightly, turned around and handed the bouquet to the stylist.
Lin Mo was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter. He was really surprised.
A bathtub full of red, that's what he wanted.
"Here are five bouquets of roses, each with ninety-nine flowers. That should be enough to fill this bathtub."
The stylist also saw that Lin Mo was conquered by this idea, so he immediately started to tear the roses into pieces and sprinkled them into the bathtub. Zhou Ziheng was standing aside and had nothing to do, so he helped the staff spread the petals in the bathtub. He has always been good-natured and unpretentious, and he often helped quietly on the set, which has become a habit.
A petal passed through his hand and slowly floated with the waves to Xia Xiqing's chest, fitting closely together with the torn and soaked black shirt.
"How did you come up with this idea?" Xia Xiqing leaned on the edge of the bathtub and asked softly. The stylist came over to fix Xia Xiqing's hair and put the white lace over his eyes again.
Zhou Ziheng didn't say anything, but silently moved the water surface. When he pulled his fingers out of the water, his fingertips lifted up a petal.
Just now, when he was sitting aside and looking at Xia Xiqing, such a scene popped up in his mind. It did not require any aesthetic knowledge or any artistic perception.
Zhou Ziheng took the petal and gently placed it on Xia Xiqing's lips.
[Only the rose is worthy of you.]
That's what he felt, but he didn't want to tell Xia Xiqing.
At least not now.
The author has something to say: I was really busy today.
The behind-the-scenes footage of the magazine shoot will also be released (the girls studying online screamed and grabbed the magazines online)
This is a real book, hormones overflowing the screen, I am no longer the Chuchu who wrote about pure love and mutual secret love.