In a small boat in the boundless sea, Ling Lang and Feng Hao fought to the death. Although Ling Lang was not Feng Hao's opponent, he was on the verge of life and death, and people often showed extraordinary potential.
Feng Hao was better than Ling Lang because of his physical strength and strength, and the opponent was injured, and finally gained the upper hand in this fight, but at the same time he also suffered several blows from Ling Lang, both of them were scarred and angry. Panting, Feng Hao barely stood still, holding a gun against Ling Lang who was lying below.
Facing the muzzle of his gun, Ling Lang struggled several times but couldn't get up, and finally lay down on his own.
"You'd better kill me first, then throw me down," Ling Lang said while panting, "I don't want to drown, and I don't want to be swallowed by a fish alive."
"You've eaten so many sashimi while you were alive, what if you were eaten raw by a fish before you died?" Even now, Feng Hao still had the mind to joke.
"If you don't dislike it, you can eat me too, and it will last longer."
There are two people on the boat, and there is only one supply. If they want to return to land alive, they can only keep one of them.
"It's a good idea. I've grown so big and have eaten everything, just no one."
Feng Hao saw that Ling Lang had lost too much blood and confirmed that he had no physical strength to struggle, so he carefully put away the gun.
He looked around, Ling Lang was a thoughtful person, as long as it was necessary to escape at sea, he believed that the other party was definitely prepared in advance.
Feng Hao counted the supplies in the cabin and found a sharp dagger inside.
Ling Lang watched Feng Hao walk towards him step by step with the dagger, and agreed with the other party's decision, "You are right, bullets are precious, and the sound of gunfire can easily cause trouble."
"But you have to remember to clean up the blood in the cabin, otherwise it's easy to attract sharks."
"Shut up!" The cold dagger pressed against his cheek, and Ling Lang immediately closed his mouth.
Feng Hao raised his arm holding the dagger high, and then, there was a violent scream from the sea.
With a clatter, the bullet in Ling Lang's body was dug out, fell into the cabin, and rolled a few times.
Ling Lang's preparations were complete, alcohol, gauze, and bandages came in handy after a few minutes.
"Why?" Ling Lang said with difficulty as if it was squeezed out of his throat.
"Since I brought you out, isn't it shameful to let you die so quickly?" Feng Hao's bandaging movements are very skilled, and it seems that he is often injured and practiced.
"It's very far from the land, and the fresh water is only enough for one person. If you don't kill me now, the two of us will die at sea together."
"Then talk about it when you're about to die," Feng Hao was already looking at the chart.
"You really have to wait until then, you will regret it."
Feng Hao turned his attention from the chart to Ling Lang, "I have never known regret in my life."
When Ling Lang stepped out of the boat, he almost lost his footing, Feng Hao gave him a hand, "Be careful."
Ling Lang steadied his steps, overcoming the dizziness in front of him.
The two were still on land, surrounded by green curtains. Although the boat was fake, it could still cause seasickness after shaking for a long time.
"Is it better?"
Ling Lang shook his head. Anyone who had been with Ling Lang for a long time knew that Ling Lang not only spoke less, but also nodded very few times. Most of the language can be replaced by shaking his head. The shaking of his head here means nothing.
Feng Hao handed him the room card, "I still have a show, you go back to rest first."
Ling Lang glanced at the room card in the other party's hand, "I have a room myself, why should I go to your place? Besides, are you not afraid that I will take the key away?"
Feng Hao shoved the room card into his hand, "The key is in the safe, and the password is the senior's birthday. The senior can drop by and see what he likes. Let's try it later."
When Feng Hao returned to the room, Ling Lang was not there, the room card was passed to him by the front desk, and the key in the safe was missing. Feng Hao was not surprised by this.
At the same time, Ling Lang was tossing and turning on his bed a few meters away. Although his sleep has not been very good for the past six months, it is not so serious, especially after a good night's sleep in Feng Hao's place. The feeling of being awake at night is even more unbearable.
Ling Lang got up and found two pills and water to swallow, but the effect was still not very significant. It was only after midnight that he barely fell asleep. After being confused for a while, the landline in the room rang. Ling Lang regretted not pulling it out before going to bed. telephone line.
The agent came to check the post without any hope, never thought that someone would answer the call this time, thinking that this time it was dead.
"Ahaha, Ling Lang, you're here... ah, no, no, I made a typo, good night!"
Ling Lang unplugged the phone line, but this time he couldn't fall asleep without saying anything.
Feng Hao opened the door, and after seeing the person standing outside the door, his face was both surprised and surprised, he turned to let Ling Lang in.
"Can't sleep?"
Ling Lang shook his head.
Feng Hao closed the door and took him into his arms with relief, "It's great that you can come to me on your own initiative."
"Have you been sleeping well, senior?" Feng Hao asked Ling Lang, who was sleeping in his arms.
"No, only recently."
"Did something happen?"
Ling Lang didn't want to answer.
"It doesn't matter if the senior doesn't want to talk, but I'm very happy to be the senior's hypnotic agent. Anytime the senior can't sleep in the future, you are welcome to come to me."
Ling Lang was already a little drowsy, and his mouth was vague as if he was talking in a sleep, "Then can I wear pajamas next time? At least let me wear some underwear."
Feng Hao smiled, "No, whether I'm here or not, you can't wear clothes when you get on my bed, that's my rule."
The landline rang, and Feng Hao grabbed the receiver alertly, "Hello?"
"It's me," the manager's voice was clearly displeased, "Is Ling Lang with you?"
Feng Hao glanced at Ling Lang beside him. He slept too late last night, and the phone call didn't wake him up.
He lowered his voice, "Senior is still sleeping, is something wrong?"
There was a gasp on the other end of the phone.
"If something happens, if he doesn't live in his room, he can just return the room and save some money for the crew."
Feng Hao smiled, "I will consider talking to the drama management."
The agent was deeply impressed by the IQ of Hu Yingren, and couldn't understand the truth.
"Forget it, you two hurry up and come here, don't forget to go to the East Coast for training today."
Feng Hao hung up the phone, and Ling Lang woke up in a daze, "Who are you talking to?"
"Your agent is coming for rounds," Feng Hao placed a good morning kiss on his forehead.
"say what?"
"Say we're going to be late."
Ling Lang sat up abruptly, but because he got up too fast, his eyes darkened, and he fell down again.
"Slow down," Feng Hao helped him press his eyes.
"What time is it?" Ling Lang stared at his watch, "Oh my god, I actually slept until this time."
"Seeing that the senior is sound asleep, I can't bear to wake you up."
Feng Hao's words reminded Ling Lang that last night he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. He knocked on Feng Hao's door for a while in a daze. After waking up in the morning, he would still feel embarrassed to face Feng Hao.
Feng Hao sensed his embarrassment, and changed the topic without a trace, "Get up, the scene we're going to shoot today is the highlight of the two of us."
On the east coast of the island, the scenery is particularly charming, with blue waters, white sandy beaches, and a dense forest not far away.
Feng Hao used all his remaining strength to drag Ling Lang to the shore little by little, leaving a long and narrow trace on the beach.
After completing this series of simple movements, the tired Feng Hao had to sit on the beach for a long time to catch his breath. After regaining some physical strength, he struggled to walk into the forest.
He found the source of water and rushed in frantically. A fierce man plunged to the bottom of the lake, and jumped out of the water after a while, laughing with joy.
He suddenly remembered something, swam back to the shore quickly, and when he turned back again, there was a huge leaf in his hand.
Feng Hao tried to pour the water from the leaves into Ling Lang's mouth, the water flowed down the other's lips and wet the sand behind Ling Lang's neck.
Feng Hao put the rest of the water in his mouth without thinking, and fed Ling Lang mouth to mouth. Ling Lang's eyelashes fluttered, his brows tightened, and then he coughed wildly.
Ling Lang opened his eyes, Feng Hao's face was close at hand, the two looked at each other, neither of them spoke, the atmosphere was so ambiguous that it made people nervous.
Feng Hao's head lowered a little bit, and they could even hear each other's heartbeats. At the moment when lips were about to meet, Feng Hao suddenly raised his head and ran frantically.
Ling Lang was startled, and soon found out why the other party would do this. At that moment, an unprecedented huge force poured into his body. He got up and staggered and rushed to Feng Hao's side, wrapping his hands around his mouth and facing the sea. Central shouted desperately, "Hey! We're here!"
Ling Lang's voice disappeared in the vast sea, and there was no echo. Seeing this, Feng Hao pulled out his pistol and raised his head high, but he did not pull the trigger.
"Shoot! What are you doing? Shoot!" Ling Lang shook Feng Hao vigorously, but Feng Hao stared into the distance with a cold expression.
Ling Lang finally sensed something was wrong from the other party's reaction, he turned his head hard in disbelief, and after seeing it clearly, the light in his eyes dimmed a little.
It was a naval ship.
"Bravo! Wonderful! The nest is going to add drama here!" The director exclaimed excitedly.
The screenwriter hurried over, "How to add?"
"No need for mud!" The director threw him away, rushed in front of the two, and exclaimed, "Have sex! You should have sex at this time!"
Ling Lang had an urge to press his head into the beach, "We've been floating at sea for a month, and everyone is dying. Where can I get the physical strength to do this?"
"This is a movie! It's art! Art is higher than life!" The director raised his hands high, "At this juncture of despair, the primitive animal nature of human beings is stimulated. This is the art that Wo wants to express!"
Feng Haole, "Director, you speak Chinese really well."
"Very oblique."
"What should you say at this time."
"Where to leave. In short, just do as the nest says, the two of you can play freely, and remember to show the feeling of indulgence for the last time in your life!"
"Play freely, senior, do you think we two have a tacit understanding?" Feng Hao asked with a smile.
Ling Lang has already entered a state of preparation, "It's better to have it, this one must be fought over and over again."
After realizing that it was a naval ship, Ling Lang's whole body was instantly pulled away. There is nothing more unbearable than despair after hope. He bent his knees, knelt down, and covered his hands in pain. face.
Feng Hao slowly put down the gun, threw it aside, knelt down on one knee, and hugged Ling Lang.
After embracing each other for a moment, Feng Hao followed each other's neck and kissed his lips closely. Since the two had a relationship in prison, this was the first time he expressed his feelings so tenderly.
Ling Lang was crushed on the beach by him, motionless and let the other person bite on his Adam's apple, Feng Hao's tongue licked gently, and the person under him immediately let out a low moan from the depths of his throat.
Ling Lang suddenly put his arms around the other's neck and took the initiative to kiss him. No matter from any angle, it could be seen that the two were already in love. Ling Lang rolled with Feng Hao in his arms, and moved from the bottom to the top. Immediately afterwards, an icy object pressed against Feng Hao's eyebrows.
Ling Lang took the pistol on the ground by rolling just now, and his every move clearly reminded Feng Hao that the relationship between the two of them was never a lover.
In the past, Feng Hao was on top and Ling Lang was on the bottom, so Ling Lang was forced to endure his violation.
Now, the positions of the two were upside down, and Ling Lang used the spear to compare his head, so strong that he could not wait to pierce his brow bone.
The two of you looked at me, I looked at you, and their breathing was a little disordered because of the long kiss just now.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, and there were only the two of them left in the world.
Feng Hao stared at the person in front of him, without anger, fear, or regret.
A trace of complicated feelings flashed in Ling Lang's eyes, he threw the gun, hugged Feng Hao's head, and kissed it fiercely.