Feng Hao turned his back to the camera. From the camera's point of view, no one could see what he was doing, which made it even more fascinating.
"Open your mouth," Feng Hao ordered briefly.
Ling Lang's expression was full of reluctance, but at this moment he was no longer in charge.
From the back, when Feng Hao was about to enter, Ling Lang seemed to want to go back, but Feng Hao noticed it in advance.
"Bite," Ling Lang, whose purpose was seen through, was shocked, "As long as you dare to bite, I will throw you out of here."
"If I can save you from those people, I can send you back. They won't be as kind to you as I am."
"Don't you want to go out?" Ling Lang leaned back, revealing half of his face in the camera.
"It seems that you haven't recognized the situation well yet," Feng Hao bent down and raised his chin, "Do you think that without me, you can escape with your strength? Can you live through today? I can't guarantee that as long as I say a word, the group of hungry wolves outside can fuck you to death."
Ling Lang couldn't refute his words, and stared at him with unwillingness in his eyes.
"You have only two options: first, be fucked by me, and then take me out; second," he let go, "just stay here and be fucked by me for the rest of your life."
Feng Hao stood up straight, looked down at Ling Lang who was kneeling on the ground, his voice revealed an irresistible majesty, "Now, give me a good lick."
"Who wrote this script?" the assistant asked the agent quietly.
"It is said that it is a screenwriter whose surname is Yi who dares not sign his name."
The assistant was heartbroken, "It's so trivial that it's hard to look straight."
She added, "Ling Lang has never taken on this kind of drama before, this transformation is really complete."
The manager was actually less confused than her at all. Before, Mr. Mo had never allowed Ling Lang to take on this type of play, but it was really unpredictable to send someone to send such a script this time.
As for that Feng Hao... The agent looked upstairs worriedly, remembering the scene in the morning, and couldn't help frowning.
As soon as the camera turned, Ling Lang had been pinned by Feng Hao on the bed in the cell. is futile.
It was the first time that he exposed himself in front of the camera and had a skin-to-skin kiss with another man. Ling Lang felt that every inch of the skin he touched Feng Hao became hot, and the pain from his lower body kept his mind clear. The heavy breathing was always trying to pull his sanity away.
Feng Hao's five fingers pinched his arm hard, and the memory of the fingertips gently wandering past not long ago still remained on his body. The confession from the previous night was replayed in Ling Lang's mind like a marquee, repeating itself over and over again.
In a trance, an invisible hand quietly covered his avatar, rhythmically stimulating his sensitive zone. Ling Lang's whole body was ignited by lust, but the flame was bound in a cage made of ice and could not find an exit. His whole body seemed to be bound by heavy chains and could not move. Every cell, every hair, every organ in his body cried out to be released.
When Feng Hao got up, he grabbed Ling Lang's celestial cover and forced his head to be raised to face the camera. Ling Lang's breathing was disordered, his face flushed, his lower lip was almost bitten, and the people behind him collided with him. Constantly groaning. It is obvious that the two are acting, but they still see people's blood and blood, and there are many young staff members who even turn away their faces shyly.
This level of erotic footage will definitely be cut in domestic release, but it is essential to impact overseas markets. Although the theme of this film is prison break, but this year's filming is not contaminated with some pornographic scenes, so I am embarrassed to take investors' money.
Even if it is released abroad, this bed scene will take up a minute or two of the whole film at best, but in order to allow more material to be edited later, it takes a long time to shoot. When the director finally announced that this shot had passed, Ling Lang felt as if he had finished a bad battle, and his hands and feet were a little weak.
The staff consciously withdrew and let the two change their clothes. Feng Hao rubbed Ling Lang's arm lightly while others were not paying attention. It was just out of the need for filming. Got some bruises.
"Does it hurt?" Feng Hao asked with a look of pity.
"Don't you just want me to hurt?"
"I want you to hurt because you like it, but that doesn't mean I won't feel bad."
Feng Hao's hand gently rubbed Ling Lang's affected area. Ling Lang recalled that when he took an elective screenwriting course in college, the teacher talked about how to impress the audience - with a stick and a sweet date, the audience would feel this way. Sweet dates are especially sweet.
Thinking about it now, maybe Feng Hao also took this course and even used it to perfection.
The assistant brought bath towels. In order to enhance the camera effect, both of them were sprayed with water mist to disguise sweat beads. Under the strong light, they were crystal clear and sexy.
Seeing Feng Hao taking the bath towel, Ling Lang stretched out his hand to ask for it, "I'll do it myself."
Feng Hao refused, "The owner wipes the fur after the pet dog takes a bath."
Ling Lang had nothing to say, the key was still in Feng Hao's hand, no matter what Feng Hao wanted to do to him, he had no right to say no.
On the other side, the foreign director began to chat with his assistant again, and the assistant director finally had the courage to ask the director questions after the exchange between the two was over.
"Ano, director, do you speak Chinese Smecta?"
"Yes?"
"I dare to ask the director, is it really okay for this kind of plot to be so popular? Maybe it will be cut by the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television. We Orientals pay attention to hazy beauty. Do you understand Hazy beauty? Hazy beauty!"
"Don't be stupid, in the country of Women, only people like this kind of footage can be seen! Moreover, Woo thinks that the actors from the east of the mud are too conservative, and the actors from the west never wear underwear when they are filming bed scenes! If you are interested in the mud, come to the den tonight, and let the dens have a cultural exchange between China and the West?"
"Then do you wear underwear when you exchange Chinese and Western cultures?"
"Of course not!"
It was just a short scene, and it took a day to shoot. The more extras there are, the more likely it will lead to NG. Any person in any corner with a wrong expression may cause this whole piece to be invalid. There are as many as seven or eight pieces of clothes that have been changed because of NG.
After a busy day, it was finally time for dinner. Ling Lang frowned when he saw the work meal brought by the logistics, and the frank assistant girl called out, "Why is it fish again? It was fish for three days in a row. I want to eat!"
"Be patient," the manager was already gobbling it down, "the food on the island is more expensive than the meat on the land. Is it bad to eat fish? Today's fish is not the same fish as yesterday's, and pickled cucumbers are not vegetables? "
The assistant poked his mouth high and discontentedly poked at the fish in the lunch box, "But I'm not a cat."
Ling Lang didn't complain, he just put it down after taking two bites, and Feng Hao watched his every move.
After dinner, he started to shoot the night scene again. In order to cover Ling Lang, Feng Hao deliberately asked the prison guards for trouble, held him back and prevented him from leaving, and even caused a commotion in the prison.
Although it was the same scene in the play, the two were in different scenes, so the filming was separate, and they were edited together in the later stage. Tonight was mainly shooting Feng Hao's part, and Ling Lang sat on the sidelines most of the time.
Feng Hao in the play is calm and domineering, cruel and ruthless, and sometimes has a bit of a hooligan air. This prison is full of heinous criminals who are imprisoned for life, but he is able to command the entire C area alone. Ling Lang can't take his eyes away from the king's demeanor that he inadvertently shows in his gestures, and his eyes follow him involuntarily. .
"Enchanted?" Feng Hao walked towards him with a smile.
Ling Lang was stunned for a moment, only then did he realize that he was actually watching Feng Hao acting, and he didn't even notice when the director called to stop, and quickly lowered his eyes.
"Fortunately, the filming went well, and I ended work ahead of schedule," Feng Hao deliberately said lightly, "Let Xue wait for a long time, let's go."
"Who said I was waiting for you?"
Feng Hao couldn't help laughing, "Senior is cute even when he is arrogant."
Ling Lang appeared in Feng Hao's room again. It was the same as yesterday. Feng Hao put a collar on him before unlocking it. He is now taking a bath with his sleeves in the bathroom.
Ling Lang closed his eyes, feeling the water pouring down from the top of his head, and suddenly remembered the analogy of Feng Hao's pet dog in the daytime.
After Feng Hao turned off the water, Ling Lang opened his mouth and said, "Should I shake Mao Bo now to make you happy?"
Feng Hao was amused by him, "I don't mind if you want to dump it."
He gently rubbed the shower gel all over his body, and finally came to the place where he had been imprisoned all day.
"Little poor, it must have been suffocated today," Little poor soon regained her spirits under his caress.
"I don't know that the owner has to solve the physical needs of the pet dog," Ling Lang said sarcastically.
"You're right," Feng Hao stopped and turned on the shower to flush the foam off his body, "they all rubbed on the owner's legs."
He took out the bath towel and wiped Ling Lang dry, then turned to sit on the edge of the bathtub, and lightly tapped two points with his toes on the ground.
"Come on."
Ling Lang was speechless for a while, stood motionless and looked at Feng Hao, who also looked at him calmly.
After a while, Ling Lang regained his voice, "Are you serious?"
"You think I'm joking?"
Ling Lang continued to stare at him, the smile on Feng Hao's face was impeccable, but what he said was unbelievable.
However, what embarrassed Ling Lang even more was not Feng Hao's words, but the reaction of his body after hearing these words.
Feng Hao obviously saw it too, "You've been wronged for a whole day, do you continue to ignore its needs?"
He stretched out his hand and made a grabbing motion towards Ling Lang's face, "Senior, when can you take off your mask in front of me?"
Under Feng Hao's gaze, Ling Lang slowly knelt down in front of him, resignedly rubbing his unbearable desire on the other side.
On the eve of the peak, Feng Hao forcibly raised his chin, "Remember my appearance, remember the pleasure I brought you, and..."
Ling Lang tried to discern the shape of his mouth through the water vapor in his eyes, "Remember that I am your master."
Ling Lang gradually calmed down, he never imagined that he would actually do such a shameful thing under the bewitchment of the other party.
Feng Hao's expression remained the same, as if his behavior just now was just what a pet should do.
Ling Lang, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly laughed, "I always thought I was a pervert before, but I never thought you were more perverted than me."
"Isn't that very good," Feng Hao fondly patted his head, "Perverts match perverts, so the two of us are a natural pair."