It was quite late after the filming of the scene in the game hall that day. According to the original plan, Ding Wenxun was going to continue filming the scene where Xia Xingcheng was wearing a skirt and was forced to walk out on the street by two hooligans and was watched by the crowd. The door was closed and there were no pedestrians on the road, so the shooting task was postponed for a day.
Xia Xingcheng changed his clothes and took off his lipstick and came out. Ding Wenxun asked him to accompany Yang Youming to dinner.
This time there were only the three of them. Ding Wenxun rarely saw Yang Youming want to talk to him, so he only called Xia Xingcheng because he knew that he was familiar with Yang Youming.
They found a nearby restaurant that was still open late at night, asked for a private room, sat down and ordered several dishes and beer.
"Murder Accident" is the first film directed by Ding Wenxun himself. He put a lot of effort into it and has high expectations. For so long, the psychological pressure has actually been very high. This time I saw an old friend, and I couldn't help but drink a few more drinks and talk more. a few words.
Xia Xingcheng listened to him pulling Yang Youming to speak, so he sat quietly beside him, picked up the boiled edamame beans on the table, peeled them one by one, and ate them one by one. After filming for a day, he was very tired and hungry at the same time.
Yang Youming is a very good listener. Xia Xingcheng peeks at his face from time to time. He always listens carefully and can give people the most appropriate response, which will make people feel that he values what you say to him. .
Xia Xingcheng ate a dozen or so beans, raised his hand on the table, and leaned his head on it. Originally, he just wanted to rest on his stomach, but he couldn't help but close his eyes after a while.
In fact, he hadn't fallen asleep, and his brain was still a little excited. This kind of excitement was fighting against the tiredness of his body, making him erratic.
Yang Youming's voice was very low and deep, Xia Xingcheng remembered the expression on his face when he grabbed his face and put on his lipstick, that was Yang Youming he had never seen before, different from Yu Haiyang and also different from Yang Youming, this kind of freshness made Xia Xingcheng in When filming, there was a sense of mental tearing. On the one hand, he was immersed in the role and felt humiliated, and at the same time, he was excited by the illusion of flirting with Yang Youming, which made his body tremble slightly, and he didn't even know it. Have you tried to restrain the trembling in front of the camera
Xia Xingcheng was thinking wildly, and then he heard that in this small private room, Yang Youming said to Ding Wenxun, "Xingcheng fell asleep."
Ding Wenxun said: "I'm too tired, why don't you let him go back to rest first."
Xia Xingcheng wanted to raise his head and say that he was not asleep, when he heard the sound of a chair moving, and Yang Youming's voice sounded beside him: "Xingcheng, do you want to go back to sleep?"
He raised his head to look at Yang Youming and said, "I'm not sleepy, I just want to lie down for a while."
Yang Youming smiled at him, "Let's lie down."
Xia Xingcheng lay back on the table, he didn't close his eyes, saw Yang Youming stand up and take off his coat, put it on his back, and feel Yang Youming touch his hair.
The moment he was surrounded by warm and familiar smells, Xia Xingcheng felt sleepy. He closed his eyes and quickly became confused and fell asleep.
He didn't know how long he slept, maybe it didn't take long, Yang Youming woke him up and said he was going back.
Xia Xingcheng stood up in a daze and wanted to return the jacket to Yang Youming. Yang Youming held his hand, "You put it on."
They took a car back to the hotel. Ding Wenxun had arranged for someone to book a room for Yang Youming. It was on the first floor with Ding Wenxun, but not on the same floor as Xia Xingcheng.
The elevator arrived at the floor where Xia Xingcheng lived, the door opened and he walked outside, then turned around and looked at Yang Youming blankly, wondering why he didn't come out with him.
Yang Youming smiled and said to him, "Go back and rest early."
The elevator door slowly closed, and Xia Xingcheng came back to his senses. As he walked towards the room, he texted Yang Youming and asked him when he would come down.
Yang Youming didn't return him immediately. Xia Xingcheng went back to the room and lay down on the bed clutching the phone. He fell asleep before Yang Youming returned to his WeChat, and was woken up by the phone the next day. Xia Xingcheng glanced at the phone and realized that Yang Youming was right. He said let him sleep well and come back tomorrow night.
Xia Xingcheng set off for filming very early. He couldn't bear to wake Yang Youming. It was almost noon before he secretly hid in the nanny's car and called Yang Youming to ask him if he would come today.
"Old Ding said that Yuan Qian is here today, so I won't go," Yang Youming said.
Today's location scenes are full, and when Xia Xingcheng doesn't play, he sleeps in the nanny's car, waiting for someone to call him.
Xia Xingcheng was a little disappointed, he said, "I must be very late when I go back today."
Yang Youming said to him, "You're too tired, you should sleep well. After a few days, I'll take you home with me, okay?"
Xia Xingcheng could only say: "Okay."
This time, Yang Youming came to visit the class with integrity, and many eyes were staring at him. It would be really bad if someone found out that he was in and out of his room.
After hanging up the phone, Xia Xingcheng continued to lie down in the car and sleep.
At night, Xia Xingcheng put on a skirt and high heels again, and continued to shoot back.
He was taken out of the arcade by two hooligans, who shoved the banner into his hand and told him to walk down the street.
Qian Chengjin lived in his early twenties and suffered such grievances, bowing his head and holding a banner in humiliation.
Two hooligans followed him on an electric scooter, and asked him to pull the banner away a little, so that the name on it had to be seen.
Described as a mess, Qian Chengjin just walked on the street like this, the high heels on the soles of his feet wobbled from time to time, and passers-by stopped to watch them.
He became more and more sad as he walked, almost crying.
The hooligan also urged him: "Run, run!"
Later, the two hooligans turned around and ran away until they saw a police patrol car on the side of the road.
Xia Xingcheng had a really hard time filming this scene. Every time he slashed his foot, it was a real swell, not from the show. Later, when the filming was over, his ankle was slightly swollen. The staff wanted to spray some medicine on his ankle, but he also wore a layer of stockings on his legs. Xia Xingcheng was embarrassed to take off the stockings on the street, so he asked the staff for spray, and planned to spray himself when he went to the car to change clothes.
His nanny car was parked on the side of the road, and neither the driver nor Hua Hua were there. The inside of the car is dark, and the inside can't be seen from the outside through the glass. You can only see your reflection on the window glass through the street lights. There are baffles between the front and rear seats, which are usually closed. Only the front seats can be seen from the window.
Xia Xingcheng opened the car door, accidentally stepped on the corner of his skirt when he lifted his foot up, and swayed his body before he stood up. He breathed a sigh of relief and got into the car, and pulled the door behind him.
At this time, someone in the carriage suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist, then pulled him onto his lap and sat down.
Xia Xingcheng was so shocked that he almost cried out, and then his lips were covered, and a familiar breath whispered in his ear: "It's me, don't scream."
He breathed a sigh of relief, raised his hand to touch Yang Youming's face in the dark, and said softly, "Brother Ming? When did you come?"
Yang Youming said, "I've been here for a while, watching you filming in the car."
Xia Xingcheng slowly became familiar with the darkness in the car, and could see Yang Youming's face clearly through the light coming in from the window glass. Yang Youming also saw the blow spray he was holding in his hand, and asked, "Are your feet hurt?"
"It's just a bit twisted," Xia Xingcheng raised his foot to show him, only to realize that he was still wearing stockings and high heels, and immediately put his foot down again embarrassedly.
However, Yang Youming stretched out his hand and put it on his knee, and then slowly slid down his leg. The touch of the stockings made both of them feel a little fresh and weird, until finally Yang Youming held his ankle and lifted it up on the seat. On the chair, he said, "I'll spray the medicine for you."
Xia Xingcheng put his mouth close to his ear and whispered something.
His voice was too vague, and Yang Youming didn't hear it, so he asked him, "What did you say?"
Xia Xingcheng felt shy and excited, and repeated to him: "Then take off the socks first." After speaking, he said eagerly: "Should you tear it?"
Yang Youming gave a low laugh when he heard the words, and then deliberately said in a low tone: "Should I tear the socks I gave you?"
Xia Xingcheng hugged his neck and said, "Brother Ming can mistake even the word, and he doesn't look like such a gentle person."
Yang Youming squeezed his chin and shook it, "Brother Ming doesn't read a lot, but that doesn't mean he is a rough person." After speaking, he reached under Xia Xingcheng's skirt with one hand and slapped his ass with the other, viciously "Ass lifts up."
Xia Xingcheng obediently raised his butt a little, Yang Youming grabbed the waist of the pantyhose from the inside of his skirt and pulled it down, pulling it under his butt, hanging it on his thigh, and then the sock on the leg he injured. Take it off.
In this process, Xia Xingcheng has been very cooperative. He has a wonderful sense of gender inversion. He hugged Yang Youming and said, "Brother Ming, you are very skilled in taking off your stockings."
Yang Youming was checking the redness and swelling of his ankle by the weak light. Hearing this, he looked at him and said, "I'm afraid you're not skilled at it, right?"
Xia Xingcheng blushed suddenly, buried his face on his shoulder, and whispered, "I don't know what you said."
Yang Youming picked up the spray bottle and shook it in his hand, and sprayed it on Xia Xingcheng's ankle a few times. The cold feeling seemed to ease a little bit.
Xia Xingcheng changed his posture and sat across Yang Youming's lap face to face. His legs were bent over the seat to clamp Yang Youming's waist. He hugged Yang Youming's neck and said, "Brother Ming, do I look good?"
Yang Youming smiled and said, "Would you like to look in the mirror to see if you look good now?"
Xia Xingcheng knew that he was still wearing an exaggerated lipstick on his mouth, and that a suspender skirt with short hair was strange, but he still said, "Didn't you put the lipstick on for me?"
Yang Youming leaned back slightly, looked at him, and said, "Yeah, it's the first time I put lipstick on someone, do you like it?"
Xia Xingcheng said, "I like it, can I share it with you?" After finishing speaking, he leaned over and kissed Yang Youming's lips.
Yang Youming's hand was originally on Xia Xingcheng's lap, but Xia Xingcheng grabbed it and wanted to tuck it into the skirt, but the skirt was just pressed under his leg when he sat down, so Xia Xingcheng pulled impatiently and grabbed the entire skirt. Lifting it up, his lips moved away from Yang Youming's lips and bit his skirt.
His body was completely exposed.
Yang Youming pressed his butt on himself with his hand, and kissed his ear with heavy breathing, but still said, "Not here, Xingcheng."
The car was parked on the side of the road, shaking too obviously.
Xia Xingcheng also knew it couldn't be done, he bit the skirt, gasped and said vaguely to Yang Youming, "Just touch it." When Yang Youming put his hand on it, he couldn't help but let out a low cry, the skirt came out of his mouth. He slipped out of it, and he pressed against Yang Youming's face and said, "When I bring this skirt back..."
Yang Youming answered him with a smile: "Okay."