Ling Lang felt weak in his legs and feet for a while, almost unsteady on his feet, had to lean on Feng Hao's arms, panting for a long time before calming down.
"How about it, isn't it more comfortable than hiding in the bathroom by yourself?" Feng Hao joked.
Ling Lang was suddenly a little fortunate that his eyes were blindfolded at this time, otherwise he would definitely not know how to face Feng Hao's ridicule. It turned out that he had no secrets in front of this person for a long time.
Feng Hao's body temperature disappeared from his body, and soon the sound of water came from the bathroom. After the sound of the water stopped, there was a brief silence, and then the leather handcuffs on Ling Lang's wrist were released.
After taking off the cloth covering his eyes, Ling Lang closed his eyes conditionedly, and slowly opened them after getting used to it for a while. The first thing he did after he could see clearly was to lower his head to check his wrist.
"Don't worry, these props are very safe, I won't let you go to film with scars," Feng Hao guessed his concerns.
Ling Lang breathed a sigh of relief, then raised his hand to untie the collar around his neck, but he couldn't get it off.
"This," he had to say to Feng Hao.
"Don't waste your efforts, this is a trait, only I can open it."
"Untie it for me."
"Well, I'll fix it early tomorrow morning."
"What?" Ling Lang stared at him in disbelief.
"Would you like to stay here and sleep tonight," Feng Hao went up to hug him again, "Don't worry, I won't touch you, I'm just sleeping."
"Are you asking for my opinion? Do I have a choice?"
Feng Hao pressed his chin against his shoulder and shook his head, "No."
He thought about it and added, "Unless you don't mind showing up in front of everyone tomorrow like this."
Ling Lang knew that Feng Hao was serious and did not leave him any room for rejection. He glanced at the clothes scattered on the ground, "My pajamas are still in the room."
"That's it, no pajamas."
"I'm not used to not wearing clothes."
"You get used to it a few times."
Feng Hao touched his head, "Are you going to take a shower first, or wait until I'm done?"
Ling Lang laughed in anger, and his smile was full of sarcasm, "Why don't you just force me to wash with you?"
Feng Hao also smiled, he shook his head, "Not yet."
When Feng Hao came out of the bathroom, Ling Lang was already pretending to be asleep on the bed. Feng Hao took him into his arms and kissed him on the forehead. Besides, he did not do anything to Ling Lang as he promised. A bit of a deviant move.
"Good night, baby," he whispered in Ling Lang's ear, who just pretended he didn't hear it.
Ling Lang originally thought that this would definitely be a bad sleepless night, but who knew that he would fall asleep while lying in Feng Hao's arms in a daze, and he couldn't even remember when he fell asleep.
In the past six months, Ling Lang's sleep has not been very good. He is always dreamy and easy to wake up. He never thought that he would slept until dawn this night and was woken up by the landline in Feng Hao's room.
Ling Lang woke up in a daze, only to realize that he was sleeping so deeply beside a person who needed to be alert, Feng Hao didn't allow him to wear clothes, but he was wrapped tightly, plus the collar around his neck, really Let him have a cognitive illusion of a master and a pet.
The landline kept ringing, Feng Hao reached out and pressed the speakerphone key, "Which one?"
"It's me," was Feng Hao's manager over the phone, "it's raining outside, so today's show will be indoors."
Ling Lang glanced at the window reflexively, the thick curtains blocked his view, and he couldn't see the weather outside.
"Which one?" Feng Hao asked.
The voice on the phone seemed to be rewriting the script, "Act 7, Scene 3."
Ling Lang's face changed suddenly when he heard this, but Feng Hao smiled contentedly.
"Got it," he turned off the speakerphone, got out of bed and walked to the window, pulling the curtains a corner.
Ling Lang also saw that it was raining heavily outside, and the sound insulation of the room was so good that it separated the inside and the outside into two worlds, and the people in the room didn't even notice it.
"It seems that even God helped me," Feng Hao sighed, "I thought I had only a one-night relationship with the senior, but now I guess not."
Ling Lang fell weakly on the bed, not wanting to move at all.
"It seems that the senior has no confidence in his self-control. I can understand that the prison uniform this time is too thin. I think you can complain to the clothing team."
"But until then... if something goes wrong, it would be really bad."
Feng Hao took out the things he took from Ling Lang from the box, "Which line should be written in the script now?"
Ling Lang closed his eyes, "Please bring it for me."
Ling Lang ignored the clothes he wore last night and took a bathrobe from Feng Hao's bathroom, "I'm going back to change clothes."
"Well, I'll wait for you."
As soon as Ling Lang opened the door, he saw the manager knocking on his door.
When the agent saw Ling Lang wearing a bathrobe coming out of Feng Hao's house early in the morning, his eyes almost came out of fright.
"how?"
The agent replied mechanically, "I called your mobile phone to turn off, and no one answered the landline. I'm here to inform you that outside..."
"It's raining, so it's changed indoors, right? I see."
It wasn't until Ling Lang entered the room and the door slammed shut in front of the manager that the manager came to his senses. If there is no sense of proportion, do you two even have children by now
Feng Hao's door was left with a crack, and the agent pretended to pass by and looked in, but the door was suddenly opened.
"Morning," Feng Hao greeted him with a smile.
The agent's mouth twitched, "Morning."
"Come to check the room?"
"You're a little more moderate, too," the agent said angrily, lowering his voice.
Feng Hao smiled at him without hesitation, "Senior's clothes are with me. Could you please call a dry cleaning service for him later?"
When Ling Lang and Feng Hao arrived on the set, the staff were already ready, dozens of extras had also arrived, most of them were foreigners, all of them were burly, muscular, shaved, and many were painted. Got a tattoo.
Ling Lang stood on the second floor of the prison and looked down, and Feng Hao appeared behind him unknowingly, "Looking at them, thinking about what will happen in a while, I look forward to it, right?"
Ling Lang hadn't said a word to Feng Hao since the two left the hotel, but the latter never mind singing a one-man show.
He walked up to Ling Lang, showed his hands downstairs, and simulated a camera frame, "If this scene, these actors, were changed to a GV shooting scene, the scene would definitely be exciting, so you must think so. "
The assistant director began to summon the actors to take their places, Feng Hao patted Ling Lang on the back, "Go, my hero."
Ling Lang slapped the restless hand off his back with a backhand, "Don't touch me!"
"Yo!" The tofu-eating prisoner stuck out his tongue and licked the back of his hand where Ling Lang hit, "So the little chick is still shy."
The people around burst into laughter, and all of them stretched out their hands to touch Ling Lang with malicious intent. Ling Lang stopped this but couldn't stop the other, so he was forced to retreat, but no matter which direction he retreated, Someone was there, and the encircling circle was also shrinking step by step, finally enclosing Ling Lang in the circle.
"Don't come here!" Ling Lang shouted in horror.
The leading prisoner smiled wickedly, "Don't be afraid, there is always a first time for everything, and everyone will take care of you."
Just as he was talking, someone hugged Ling Lang's neck from behind, Ling Lang lowered his head and bit it, and the person who was bitten screamed in pain.
Taking advantage of his slack, Ling Lang pushed the person diagonally behind him with an elbow, and kicked the person in front who was trying to grab him.
However, surrounded by the crowd, this kind of resistance was obviously futile. Ling Lang's ankle was caught by someone, and soon his arm was forcibly pulled behind him. He twisted and struggled hard, but only got more violent. repression.
"Damn it!" The bitten prisoner cursed while covering the teeth marks on his wrist. "Dare to bite me? Take off his jaw and knock out his teeth. I'm going to fuck his mouth!"
Ling Lang resisted desperately, everyone saw that he had become a turtle in the urn, and he no longer tried as hard as before. From time to time, he deliberately let him go, teased him twice, and then caught him, like a cat teasing a mouse in its palm. above.
With a screeching sound, Ling Lang's prison uniform was torn to pieces, and the crowd immediately burst into excited cheers. Soon someone tried to pull Ling Lang's pants, but was kicked several times by Ling Lang, who struggled with all his strength. Those who were recruited began to curse again, and Ling Lang's city was gradually falling.
Seeing that the situation was approaching a climax, the prisoners watching upstairs also made strange screams and kept flapping the railings. The hormones of the men in the entire district were ignited by this fierce fight, and everyone's masculinity was about to move.
As soon as Ling Lang looked up, he saw Feng Hao folded his arms and leaned against the railing on the second floor in a relaxed manner, waiting to see him being molested by everyone with a good-looking attitude on his face. When Ling Lang saw him, it was like a drowning man seeing the last straw to save his life.
"You said you would keep me safe!" Ling Lang yelled at Feng Hao.
"That's right," Feng Hao nodded without denial, "but I didn't say I wanted to keep your virginity."
When the people below heard Feng Hao's words, they burst into laughter, "Even your roommate didn't save you, so I advise you to obey."
Ling Lang shook off another person's hand again, "You helped me, you can do anything you want me to do!"
"keep your word?"
"keep your word!"
Feng Hao snapped his fingers. Although the people below looked disappointed, they let go of Ling Lang immediately. In this district, Feng Hao had the highest status, no one dared to violate his words, and naturally no one else could touch his people.
Ling Lang temporarily relieved the crisis, the alert in his eyes was still there, while panting rapidly, he glanced around the surroundings with hostile eyes, convinced that they would not do anything to him again, so he hurriedly tidy up his embarrassed clothes as much as possible. , step by step cautiously withdraw from the encirclement.
Ling Lang retreated to the safe area, looked up at Feng Hao on the second floor, Feng Hao tilted his head towards the prison cell behind him, Ling Lang's expression tightened again.
Another prisoner was not afraid to whistle. Seeing that Feng Hao was not angry, more people joined in. Ling Lang moved back to his cell step by step amid the harsh whistle.
In the last shot of the scene, the snow-white sheets are hung high, implying that a shady transaction is taking place here.