Ling Lang took two deep breaths hard, tightened his gluteal muscles a little bit three times, confirmed that there was no problem, then picked up the things on the ground and slowly stood up.
He looked at the gift in his hand with complex eyes, everyone just thought he was immersed in the contradictions after learning the truth, never thought that all his struggles at the moment came from a certain forbidden place.
Ling Lang closed his eyes in pain, his senses became clear, his attention was focused on his lower body, the back acupoint seemed to have flames burning, and the sphere became hot, almost burning his fragile inner wall.
The physical stimulation is not the most obvious. If Feng Hao asked him to do this kind of thing at home, he probably wouldn't have such a reaction, but he was on the set at this time, and there were dozens of pairs of eyes around him at the same time. Staring at his realization made his sense of shame soar, and his incurable physique made his body react instantly.
Ling Lang opened his eyes quickly, and threw the most cherished gift on the ground. He picked up a chair and smashed it into pieces again and again. He kicked the debris scattered on the ground everywhere, and he frantically vented his emotions. , After the storm, his movements became sluggish again, and he began to collect the pieces one by one, only to find that they could never be put back together.
There was sadness and despair on his face, he put his head against the wall weakly, and used the wall to cover his bulging lower body. The fists were shaking.
Even his shoulders began to tremble. His facial expressions became richer and richer, and his contradictions and struggles were vividly displayed. Everyone was almost stunned by his vivid performance and felt the pain he experienced.
The director slapped his thigh, "PERFECT! Xiao Langlangni's acting skills can't be better, wait for the next nest..."
"Ten minutes to rest," Ling Lang threw a sentence without looking back, and he had already walked a long way.
After hearing the words, the staff took a rest on their own, and the director was left aside before he finished speaking. It took a long time to find out that he had overstepped his authority, and shouted dejectedly, "Kewo is the director! Who the hell are you listening to! "
When Feng Hao followed the dressing room, Ling Lang was concentrating on reciting the Heart Sutra, but this time the Heart Sutra seemed to have lost its effect. After repeating it twice, it still could not relieve the restlessness of the body, but in the later period, even the order of the sutras was messed up.
Feng Hao stood aside with the attitude of watching a play, and did not make a sound to disturb him.
Ling Lang finally opened his eyes, Feng Hao thought he had figured it out, but he began to look around for the ice pack that the makeup artist had used for him in the morning.
After discovering his intentions, Feng Hao laughed dumbly, "Forced cooling is not so pleasant, are you sure you want to use it?"
Ling Lang found the ice packs, but was disappointed to find that they had melted away. He threw the ice pack back on the table in desperation, and began to consider Feng Hao's proposal, "What is the corresponding price?"
"You'll know when you decide to use off-site help."
Ling Lang lowered his head and thought for a while, then Feng Hao glanced at his watch, "You still have five minutes."
Ling Lang's heart sank, walked in front of Feng Hao, and knelt down in a standard posture.
"Have you thought about it?"
He nodded.
"stand up."
Feng Hao's usual movements were always slow and graceful, increasing Ling Lang's sense of humiliation by prolonging the time, but today his actions were not sloppy at all, and Ling Lang's pants had already fallen to the ground in the blink of an eye.
Ling Lang watched as he took a small cosmetic case from his dressing table, and the case was still locked.
Feng Hao opened the lock and took out a silver object with a thick and long finger, "Do you know what this is?"
Of course Ling Lang recognized it, "Lipstick."
The time he spoke, the lipstick-like thing had already been stuffed behind him, "Never inseparable," Feng Hao did not deny his guess.
Then he took out a restraint belt from the lower layer of the vanity case. The structure is similar to the one that Ling Lang usually uses when exercising. However, the one at home is made of leather, while the one in Feng Hao's hand is made of fiber and has elasticity. It is worn on clothes. It's completely invisible below.
Feng Hao put the restraint on Ling Lang, his restless organs were fastened close to the body, and the back was also blocked by narrow strips. He was neither worried that the front would be exposed, nor that the ball would fall out. Ling Lang felt deeply. Breathed a sigh of relief.
Feng Hao's so-called price was probably that lipstick, which pushed the ball a little deeper into his body, but Ling Lang could still accept it.
"You're cheating," Ling Lang couldn't help but want to say, "You asked me to choose from one and two, and in the end I used both."
Feng Hao couldn't help laughing, "It's good that you know, this will help your brain to make judgments as quickly as possible in the next choice, and improve your reflexes."
As the last word fell, Ling Lang had returned to his original state. From the outside, no one could see that he was different from when he entered the door.
"Ten minutes, no more, no less," Feng Hao confirmed by checking his watch, took something out of the vanity case and put it in his pocket, then locked the case and put it back in its place, "Let's go."
He frivolously touched Ling Lang's buttocks and walked out of the dressing room first. Ling Lang slowly adjusted to the new condition of his body, and then followed at a steady pace.
Ling Lang returned to the messy shooting studio again, and the director explained the next scene for him.
"When Xiao Haohao appears, the mud has to show a word of forbearance, the mud is very angry in the heart, but the appearance must be held back, the mud's body can't face him, but the eyes have to keep staring at him, is there a problem? ?"
Ling Lang shook his head.
"OK," the director withdrew from the scene and ordered the shooting, "ACTION!"
Ling Lang returned to the posture at the end of the previous scene, with his head against the wall, Feng Hao opened the door and came in. Seeing the mess in the room, his expression was suddenly surprised.
When Ling Lang heard the door slam, he turned his head slowly and slowly, the moment he met Feng Hao's gaze, his whole body shook.
This action came so naturally, everyone felt that Ling Lang perfectly portrayed the uncontrollable strong emotion in the character's heart when he saw Feng Hao in this situation.
Only Ling Lang could capture it, the moment he turned around, Feng Hao moved his hand in his trouser pocket, and the so-called lipstick in the back court immediately began to vibrate.
He should have guessed long ago that Feng Hao would never just ask for a lipstick. Every time Ling Lang thought that the other party had reached the bottom line, he was able to refresh Ling Lang's cognition unexpectedly.
The small ball in the body vibrated by the vibrating egg also trembled. Even though there was no sound coming from the depths of the body, there was always a lingering buzzing sound in Ling Lang's ears.
He turned his head back to the wall and took deep breaths over and over again, as if he was trying to calm his anger. If he didn't do it, he would rush to Feng Hao and grab him by the collar to question what he had done. do.
There was a storm in his heart, but he was still enduring it on the surface! Tolerate! Tolerate!
The director stepped back involuntarily. He had never seen any actor who could interpret patience so vividly. The intense emotions suppressed under the calm surface were like boiling magma deep in the earth's crust, ready to erupt from the camera and burn at any time. Same as myself.
Feng Hao glanced around the room expressionlessly, "What's wrong with you?"
Only then did Ling Lang turn his head to him again, "Master Feng, I'm fine."
A trace of displeasure flashed across Feng Hao's face, "I don't like people lying to me."
Ling Lang took a deep breath, "My little brother is involved in drug trafficking, do you know, Lord Feng?"
Feng Hao was silent for a few seconds without changing his face, "I don't know."
This answer caused Ling Lang's mouth to form an untraceable wry smile. He lowered his head, "I just found out about this all of a sudden, so I got a little excited. I'm sorry, I'll clean up this place right away."
Feng Hao's eyes fell on a certain fragment on the ground, which was part of the birthday gift he gave to Ling Lang, but now it has changed beyond recognition, even he himself did not recognize it.
"That's good," Feng Hao pondered for a while, "I'm cleaning up when I get back. I'll see someone at the pier later, you come with me."
Ling Lang nodded slowly, "I'll come after I close the window."
He bit the key words extremely hard, Feng Hao understood it, and turned his fingers to go out at the same time, ending the torture of Ling Lang.
Ling Lang's body softened, and he immediately stretched out his hand to support the wall. It seemed that if he didn't do this, he would immediately slump on the ground. It seemed that the casual conversation with Feng Hao just now exhausted his life's strength.
As soon as he got home, Feng Hao sat down and Ling Lang went to unbutton his pants, Feng Hao smiled and held his hand, "What are you doing?"
Ling Lang, who was rejected, buried his head and rubbed his cheeks obsessively between the other's crotch, and murmured to the master.
Feng Hao stroked his hair gently, "Why is my puppy so active today, is it because he was suffocated on the set?"
He reached out and fiddled with his trousers pocket, and Ling Lang immediately let out an ecstatic moan.
After enduring it all day, he didn't want to endure it anymore, he even forgot that it was just a task of exchanging mobile phone numbers, and he had successfully cleared the level half an hour ago. He wriggled in Feng Hao's arms as if begging for joy, and shook his hips as high as possible, implying how much he was looking forward to his master's blessing at this moment.
Feng Hao removed all the shackles on him as he wished, and praised him while unraveling, "You don't know how wonderful your performance is today, you can almost hit the Oscars."
No matter what Feng Hao said now, it seemed to Ling Lang that he was floating in the clouds. As soon as his lower body was freed, he couldn't wait to reach out, but Feng Hao stopped him mercilessly.
"Did you forget what I said?"
Ling Lang pulled his hand back with difficulty, and continued to lower his posture to seek the master's caress, unable to conceal his begging in his wet eyes.
"I should be the first person in the world to see you show such an expression," Feng Hao stretched out his hand, Ling Lang immediately pressed his face to the other's palm and rubbed his face, "It's so tempting, I can't hold it anymore. already."
Feng Hao said this in his mouth, but he didn't say anything in action. Ling Lang rubbed and rubbed his thumb in his mouth and sucked it reluctantly. After a while, he went to lick his palm affectionately.
"Okay, okay, I know your tongue is flexible," Feng Hao licked him until it tickled, pushed him away with a smile, and gave the order, "Sit down."
Ling Lang, who received the order, immediately restrained his coquettish attitude and sat upright on his knees, with a straight spine and a dignified expression. Only the eyes that looked at him were full of longing.
Feng Hao's small makeup box was also brought back from the set by him. He searched for suitable props inside, and when he found the same, he turned his head to look at Ling Lang, as if he was considering whether to use it or not. After a few seconds, he shook his head and then again. Move to the next one. Ling Lang's heart was hung up and down by him, and he didn't know what he was going to pull out of it in the end.
In the end, what Feng Hao took out of the makeup box was really a cosmetic bag. Although Ling Lang was a man, he had been in the arts for so many years. judge.
"Go to the chair," Feng Hao ordered.
Feng Hao's house did not have some special SM furniture like Ling Lang originally imagined - such as a gynecological examination table or a torture rack. On the contrary, except for the cage, all the furniture looks so ordinary on the surface that even if there are guests, it will not attract attention.
Feng Hao's so-called chair is a very common wooden chair. The back of the chair consists of four vertical beams.
Feng Hao took out two pairs of handcuffs, went around the vertical beam on the back of the chair, handcuffed Ling Lang's hands and feet together on the same side, and then passed the rope through the bottom of the seat and tied his knees respectively, so that not only Ling Lang could not move his hands and feet, I can't even close my legs.
"This is to prevent you from hurting yourself when you move around," Feng Hao explained.
Ling Lang didn't understand what he meant by an injury until Feng Hao took the first thing out of his cosmetic bag, a razor.
"Do you wear makeup?" he asked.
As an actor, Ling Lang couldn't say no, so he could only say, "I understand a little."
"A little understanding is enough," Feng Hao pursed the corners of his mouth, "What is the first step in makeup?"
Ling Lang pondered for a few seconds before giving the standard answer, "Brow trimming."