Duan Changke glanced at him and responded without insisting.
Fang Lin sometimes felt that his attitude towards him was very indifferent, such a bed partner was dispensable to him, but it was good for him.
"Wait for me, I'll go wash my mouth first."
He dodged his eyes for a moment, pursed his lips and tried to walk past Duan Changke.
The opponent grabbed his wrist with little strength, similar to when he was holding his hair just now.
His voice was still a little hoarse, with the laziness after the desire had not completely faded: "Stop kissing?"
He remembered that when he tried to approach Duan Changke for the first time in his office, the other party asked him "Can you kiss?"
Fang Lin didn't look back, and smiled dryly, his voice sounded a little fuzzy.
"Didn't you let me practice again?"
The hand holding him loosened briefly, but the warmth remained.
Duan Changke really prepared something for him to wash up, Fang Lin looked pretty decent except for his blushing face.
Everything in the bathroom is double, and I don't know when he prepared it.
But even so, it may be that Duan Changke’s apartment was cold from the outside to the inside, and the standard formula was like an exquisite but lifeless model apartment. It has nothing to do with words like "warm" or "firework".
While brushing his teeth, Fang Lin wondered if Duan Changke had always been like this, treating people and things the same.
He rinsed his mouth twice and washed his face in front of the pool. The door was left open, and just as he was about to go out, he saw an extra person in the mirror.
Just now I was still muttering in my heart that the person who had no feelings walked behind me, Fang Lin felt a little hot, the other party reached out to hug him from behind, half of his body weight pressed on him, while his head was lowered, his lips buried in his behind the ear.
"So long." He whispered, stating a fact.
Duan Changke didn't kiss him, and the hug seemed to be just a hint that he didn't need to leave halfway, and that he would be responsible to the end for the desire he provoked.
Feeling the heat from the other party that hadn't dissipated, Fang Lin stretched his hand down, but before he touched it, the other party pulled him over, holding his hip impatiently, and hugged him easily.
Fang Lin is very light and has no sensuality. Duan Changke grabbed his hand just now, and there were still some red marks on his wrist. The sudden weightlessness made him wrap his arms around Duan Changke's neck subconsciously, but when the other party put him down, he still scream out loud—
"what… "
He whimpered briefly, his baggy trousers were ripped off, his buttocks directly touched the cold marble sink, even in summer nights, the extreme temperature difference still made Fang Lin shiver all over.
Duan Changke didn't respond, but soon a warm hand covered her.
This time he didn't need to buy those things by himself, and he didn't know when Duan Changke's apartment was prepared. He raised his head by the sink, squinted his eyes to look at the dazzlingly bright lights, and gritted his teeth to endure the surprise. discomfort in.
He wanted to say that he could do this kind of process by himself, or even omit it if the other party didn't mind, but seeing Duan Changke's cold eyes, he couldn't say anything.
He was still sitting on the table, with some strawberry-flavored lubricant dripping on his legs, looking a little messed up. The prince of the expensive consortium can handle everything with ease, but he is a little flustered when it comes to such inconspicuous matters.
After Fang Lin's skin finally adapted to the temperature, Fang Lin lifted one of his legs up.
"part… "
He just opened his mouth to say a word, and the rest of the words were blocked in his throat because of the sudden stimulation.
Duan Changke looked at him with a questioning look in his eyes, but he didn't stop.
Fang Lin's senses were continuously stimulated and strengthened, but his consciousness couldn't keep up, so there was a momentary delay in seeing Chang Ke above, and he forgot to say anything later.
He only saw that Duan Changke's eyes seemed to have changed, as if he was not so rational and self-sufficient, and he was no longer calm and calm.
He saw the dissolute and shameless self in his sight, with his mouth slightly open, making a sticky sound.
Duan Changke held his ankle at first, and then put it on his shoulder while he was crying intermittently, and finally freed his hands to exert force elsewhere.
Gradually, Fang Lin didn't have time to think about that anymore, so he simply sank himself into the sea, responding to the other party's movements, gritted his teeth when he was in pain, and yelled out when he was happy, without thinking too much.
And Duan Changke was also very silent about his love. If it wasn't for the unsteady breathing that exposed him, Fang Lin would have to be bolder at this time, and put his palm on Duan Changke's chest, feeling that no matter what, he and his heartbeat at this moment is consistent.
He was all wet as if he had just been drenched in a hearty rain, and then Duan Changke picked him up from the rain again, and entangled him with hugs and caresses.
Fang Lin looked at him in a dazed way. He liked Duan Changke's expression immersed in it, and moaned in the other's deep eyes from sticky to high-pitched.
But he didn't kiss Duan Changke, and the other party naturally couldn't bend over to ask for kisses many times.
When it was over, he exhausted all his strength, lay in the bathtub, and cleaned up without hesitation in front of Duan Changke while he was taking a bath, and then went to grab his shower head with soft feet, smiling lazily.
"I can't walk, I want to sleep."
Duan Changke walked towards him, and frowned when he heard his voice: "Why is your voice so hoarse?"
He spread out on the edge of the bathtub, his eyes were as soft as his body, like wet spring mud: "It's all Mr. Duan who is amazing, I can't help it."
Duan Changke didn't answer, and wrapped him naked with a big bath towel: "Where do you sleep?"
Fang Lin's throat hurt after saying a few words, and he blinked: "I can still warm your bed."
"Yeah." Duan Changke didn't know that it was Xia Tian, just hugged him horizontally and put him on his bed.
"Go to sleep."
He said.
Fang Lin actually wanted to say something, but he was too sleepy and had no energy, so he finally closed his eyes in response.
He sank back into the soft bedding.
He didn't sleep deeply, and felt that Duan Changke came over and turned off the light before leaving, as if he had been working for a long time before the bed beside him sank.
He could feel the heat source beside him, not far away, calm and restrained.
Duan Changke really didn't need him to warm the bed, and he didn't hug him all night.
When Fang Lin woke up the next day, Duan Changke had already started working in the study just like last time.
Probably because of drinking hot milk, even though he went to bed very late, he didn't feel very dizzy. Fang Lin sat up with his upper body naked, rubbing his eyes.
"Are you awake?" Duan Changke appeared at the door, turning a blind eye to the traces on Fang Lin's body, "Auntie made breakfast, should I bring it for you or go down and eat by myself."
Fang Lin didn't expect someone to come to Duan Changke's apartment so early, and asked, "Is Auntie still there?"
"left already."
Only then did he feel relieved, got up and put on his clothes and walked to the restaurant.
The breakfast was still hot, and the mix was very reasonable. Fang Lin ate all the portion left on the table before returning to his room slowly.
Duan Changke didn't seem to be in a hurry to go out, and seemed to be in a good mood, so she asked him, "What work do you have today?"
"There's no need to go today," Fang Lin shook his head, "Just read the script."
The other party responded briefly: "Then watch it here, and let the driver take you there tomorrow morning."
"it is good."
There was silence between the two for a while, Duan Changke thought of something, and said, "Your previous manager was called Xia Qi?"
"This time he resigned from Hui Yao, which is a good opportunity to make contact." Duan Changke said, "The company said that he has agreed. How about letting him continue to be your manager?"
Fang Lin looked at Duan Changke and opened his mouth.
It seems to be like this, if you sleep with him once, you will get something.
"I..." He actually knew that Xia Qi's abilities and contacts were very good. Now Hailin has more popular artists for him to choose from, and his ability must be more suitable for those people.
"Of course, I also told him about it, and he said he was very happy." Duan Changke added, "So you don't have to worry about it."
So Fang Lin said "hmm".
Not only did Xia Qi get in touch with Hai Lin's family, but he was finally able to settle down and continue to be his manager. Thinking about it, it must be the best promise made here.
"Thank you Mr. Duan." He still said it sincerely, but he knew that Duan Changke would not take this kind of gratitude to heart.
But in any case, compared to before, he is more at ease now.
Duan Changke stopped talking, and Fang Lin also began to recite the script quietly in the study.
After tomorrow, his scenes will be more concentrated, and he will always stay in the hotel arranged by the crew. It is best to leave after filming.
In order to let the actors get more into the drama, the subsequent scenes are basically filmed according to the progress of the plot, and there will be more scenes between Fang Lin and other people.
The main line of the story of "Gentle Moonlight" is actually very simple. The high school drama between Jing He and Ji Haiyao accounts for about one-third of the whole play. The encounter and acquaintance of the two are not complicated, but the description and setting of the original work are very real. It is not suspended, which makes people have a sense of substitution.
When they were teenagers, they were always unaware of love, and the two separated because of an accident, and they were separated for eight years.
In the past eight years, Ji Haiyao has a new life and new friends, and she thinks she can completely let go of Jing He.
But what she doesn't know is that time has been reset all the time.
When she had a new life, Jing He discovered that her life seemed to have stagnated since the night they separated due to a misunderstanding.
Constantly repeating and reincarnating, he finally found a way to break through the past and reunite with the other party.
Therefore, he no longer hesitated, and when he wanted to take the initiative to chase the person back, he realized that the other person was no longer by his side.
The plot involving him is not too much, but Fang Lin still remembers all the plots and lines very well.
There is a line in it, which was asked by Ji Haiyao.
She had just reunited with Jing He, and she didn't know anything, so she asked casually, "Jing He, is there anything you regret so much that you want to do it all over again?"
When Fang Lin saw this, Duan Changke was buttoning the last button of his shirt in front of the mirror.
With his back to himself, he was tall and straight, and his gestures were confident.
Duan Changke's life experience is glamorous. From birth, he has possessed things that many people can't even imagine.
Fang Lin was tired of reading and put the script aside in a daze.
Duan Changke has already put on his coat and is arranging his tie.
For no reason, Fang Lin suddenly called to stop him: "President Duan."
The other party looked back at him.
Maybe it's because we spent more time together, after all, it's more natural than when we first got along in the hotel.
Fang Lin held the script and asked him, "Is there anything you regret so much that you want to do it all over again?"
He thought that Duan Changke would not answer him, or simply say no.
But Duan Changke paused with his fingers pinching the collar clip, as if he was really thinking.
After a while, Fang Lin heard him say, "Yes."