"BINGO," Feng Hao replied with a smile, "then let's start," he took the razor and gestured between Ling Lang's legs, "begin with eyebrow trimming."
"Oh, by the way," Feng Hao took out the remote control and turned off the vibrating egg in Ling Lang's body, "I don't need it for now."
He took a wet towel and put it under Ling Lang, then skillfully sprayed a circle of shaving foam.
The moment the sharp blade touched Ling Lang's skin, Ling Lang shuddered.
"What's wrong?" Feng Hao kept his original posture and didn't move, which gave Ling Lang the illusion that he would cut it down at any time, "Shouldn't you be more experienced in this kind of thing? Don't forget, this is the first time I saw it It's just so clean and beautiful."
Feng Hao's first slash has been shaved off, "When you didn't hesitate to put a chastity lock on yourself in order not to leave a handle in front of me, didn't you do this kind of preparatory work?"
Even though Feng Hao said so, but doing this kind of dangerous thing by others and doing it by himself are two completely different feelings. Ling Lang felt that he was always on the verge of danger, and this fear made his lower body excited all the time. There are signs of temporary weakness.
"That's right," Feng Hao applauded his response, "it's more convenient for me to operate this way."
He carefully cleaned the hair on Ling Lang's crotch. After each shave, he carefully wiped off the mixture of hair and foam with a towel. After a while, Ling Lang's left half had already been repaired.
Ling Lang's worries did not diminish because of this. Almost every man who used a razor would have the experience of scratching his face with his backhand when shaving his left face because he used his right hand. Hao switched the razor from his right hand to his left, this action shocked Ling Lang into a cold sweat, and his lower body completely shriveled.
Feng Hao smiled, ignoring his reaction, and continued to work with his left hand.
"You have to trust that I won't hurt you, although I know it's hard to overcome subconscious fears."
Ling Lang found that he was as proficient in holding a knife in his left hand as his right hand. He used the razor so obediently that it slashed completely against his own skin, not much, not much.
"If I do anything dangerous to you, it must be based on what I've practiced hundreds of times."
"You practice on someone else?"
Feng Hao smiled and shook his head, "You think too much."
"...you practice on yourself?"
"Hahaha," Feng Hao laughed out loud, "It's all said that you think too much."
He stopped laughing, his eyes still crescent-shaped, "I just practiced shaving with my left hand. I practiced for two years."
Ling Lang couldn't believe it, "Just to do this?"
Feng Hao pursed his lips, "Remove the words."
Ling Lang was distracted by the conversation, and by the time he noticed it, Feng Hao had already completed eight or nine points and was patiently dealing with the unreachable fish in the corner.
He now believes that Feng Hao will not accidentally hurt himself, but after the fear disappeared, the suppressed desire rebounded more strongly, and his body reacted uncontrollably, especially after seeing his naked lower body, the sense of shame made This feeling is even stronger.
"Your body is so sensitive that I am surprised," Feng Hao said in admiration. "Fortunately, it's over, otherwise it would have made my work very difficult."
He wiped off the last bit of foam with a towel, Ling Lang was as clean as a newborn baby at the moment.
"Does it hurt?" Feng Hao's fingers slowly touched his groin.
Ling Lang nodded, although it was not obvious, there was still a burning pain after shaving.
"After trimming the eyebrows, what's the second step?"
Ling Lang thought for a while, "Isolation?"
"You are very experienced," Feng Hao removed the towel from Ling Lang's body, took out a blue bottle from his cosmetic bag, and squeezed some transparent viscous liquid out of it.
"The main purpose of isolation is to protect the skin from being damaged by cosmetics." He pressed the liquid in his palm directly to the triangle area, Ling Lang was so cold that he sucked in a breath, "It's the same here."
Feng Hao's hands began to swirl gently in the triangle area, the burning sensation was quickly relieved, and the coolness stimulated his nerve endings, allowing his brain to more clearly accept the stimulation from below.
After all the shaving areas were swept away, Feng Hao's hand went straight to Ling Lang's avatar again, and filled his fiery desire with the cold and smooth liquid. Ling Lang wanted to escape because of the cold touch, but he also wanted to escape. He moved slowly and his fingers were nimble because of the tempting caress, and Ling Lang almost drowned in his tenderness.
"Don't..." Feeling the tenderness leaving him suddenly, Ling Lang couldn't help calling out.
"It's still too early to end," Feng Hao teased him, "Isolation is the beginning of makeup, do you remember the next step?"
Ling Lang recalled the steps of the makeup artist, "Foundation."
"Correct answer." As soon as the words fell, a hot touch covered Ling Lang's organs. The sudden stimulation made Ling Lang exclaim in surprise. The strong contrast between cold and heat caused the temperature to be higher than usual.
Feng Hao's movements turned against his gentleness, and became like a hurricane. The hand that clenched the opponent's avatar quickly rhythmically moved. Ling Lang felt that his lower body was burning, so hot that it almost melted.
He groaned uncontrollably, and the pleasure escalated in a straight line, seeing that he was going to climb to the other side of heaven under the leadership of the other party.
Feng Hao stopped almost immediately before Ling Lang reached the critical point. Ling Lang was like a roller coaster that was about to reach the top and suddenly encountered a power outage, and slipped backwards. He almost cried, "Don't stop!"
Feng Hao turned a deaf ear and stood calmly by the side, waiting for Ling Lang to calm down.
Ling Lang gasped for a long time, and his mind gradually regained clarity. Only then did he realize that the bottle in Feng Hao's hand had been replaced at some point. It looked the same as the one just now, but the color was red.
Feng Hao confirmed that Ling Lang had returned to the flat ground, put the bottle in his hand back into his cosmetic bag, and when he pulled out his hand again, there were two more similar-looking pens between his fingers.
He took off the cap of the first pen, Ling Lang fixed his eyes on it, it was an ordinary eyebrow pencil.
"Originally, I wasn't very interested in this kind of thing," Feng Hao grinned, "but I don't know why, I have the urge to do this when I see your body."
He bent down and vigorously wrote the word "天" between Ling Lang's crotch.
"To me, you are my God."
He added a day on top of the sky to form a Hao character, "But I belong to the day."
Ling Lang was speechless, Feng Hao put away his eyebrow pencil, and laughed at himself, "It's a bit naive to make a mark to declare ownership. It's more like something that elementary school students do."
He continued, "However, tattoos and piercings are the things I'm most opposed to, so you don't have to worry about me doing permanent damage to your body, I like a natural body and don't want any artificial marks on it. "
He raised his eyes, "So, I also don't allow you to do any harm to your body."
"Okay," he threw the pencil back easily, "how are you feeling now?"
Ling Lang was still pissed at him for not letting him go, "I don't feel anything."
Feng Hao nodded, "That's right, next..."
He took off the other pen cap, "The eyebrows are over, it's time for the eyeliner."
"what-"
Ling Lang watched helplessly as he inserted the tip of the pen into the mouth of his bell, his thumb moved, and an electric current passed through his body instantly. The feeling was indescribable, and he shouted uncontrollably.
"The power of this thing is very weak," Feng Hao said after he gasped for a while, "but it seems that it is enough for your sensitive body."
He pressed the switch again, Ling Lang raised his head desperately, muscles tense all over his body, the electric current was transmitted through the bell mouth to the nerve endings, every capillary seemed to have electric balls crackling, and after the electric current disappeared, Ten fingertips were numb to death.
"Don't feel it yet? Then do it again." For the third time, Ling Lang's genitals shook violently, like a precursor to ejaculation. His breathing also stagnated, and the blood all over his body rushed to the top of his head, and his forehead even leaked. There were fine beads of sweat, and his eyes stared straight at Feng Hao in front of him, even his pupils dilated.
This still state lasted for a few seconds, and he seemed to have been drained of strength in an instant, his head drooped weakly, and his shoulders slumped. If it weren't for the handcuffs, he would almost fall from the chair to the ground.
Feng Hao's voice full of laughter sounded, "Don't tell me I don't feel it anymore?"
Ling Lang still lowered his head and shook his head invisibly.
"That's good, it shows that my makeup skills are not that bad," Feng Hao took out the pen, and a transparent liquid immediately flowed out from there, making the chair wet.
"If it's natural makeup, it's almost the same as this step," Feng Hao continued to flip through his makeup bag, "Mascara... You don't have any eyelashes now, eye shadow..." He glanced at Ling Lang's state, "Also You can omit it, it’s better to…”
He took out a large paintbrush and said, "Just make powder."
Ling Lang was going crazy, "Stop, stop."
Feng Hao's movements did not decrease at all, "Isn't it bad?"
Ling Lang couldn't help but want to laugh, "It's so itchy."
"But I think it's good," Feng Hao teased his desire, scratching his thighs from time to time, Ling Lang tried desperately to dodge, but the range of physical movement was extremely limited, the soft end of the brush brushed Lower body, has been itching to the heart.
"At least," Feng Hao finally stopped, "I can see you smiling outside of filming."
The smile continued on Ling Lang's face, he looked at Feng Hao with bright eyes.
"In ancient times, there were concubines who didn't like to laugh, and the emperor didn't hesitate to play with the princes with beacon fires," Feng Hao joked. "My concubine doesn't like to laugh, but I can do it with a paintbrush."
Ling Lang was teased by him, making him want to laugh more and more, and he held back his strength, his lips pursed into a line.
"I almost forgot," Feng Hao turned on the remote control switch again, "the last step, lipstick."
He squeezed Ling Lang's chin, pulled down the chain of his pants, and put the things under his crotch into it, "Now, treat your makeup artist."
Ling Lang wholeheartedly paid for the makeup, until Feng Hao put the invoice in his mouth.
Feng Hao, who received the payment, poured the makeup-removing oil into the palm of his hand and rubbed it hot. This time, he finally did not stop halfway, and completely removed Ling Lang's makeup, and the lotion he got was wiped back in the name of skin care products to Ling Lang.
That day, Ling Lang was still mixed into the bathroom by Feng Hao. Feng Hao activated the massage function of the bathtub, and Ling Lang felt relaxed all over his body.
"I know you're tired, but you can't cancel your daily training today."
Ling Lang was very depressed, "I have been expanding all day."
Feng Hao smiled and shook his head, "One code is one code, a task is a task, and training is training. Don't get confused."
Ling Lang had no choice but to go back to his training room after bathing, but found a row of calendar-like grids on the wall, and there was actually a small red flower stuck in the first grid.
"What is this?" Ling Lang was puzzled.
"This is to record your daily training... Have you ever been to work and clocked in?"
Ling Lang was confused.
"Have you ever played a game or done a daily routine?"
Ling Lang was like listening to a scripture from heaven.
Feng Hao was helpless, "Have you ever been to Jinjiang and read the V text?"
Ling Lang nodded, seemingly understanding but not understanding, "It seems to have been."
"That's it, every time you finish a day of training, stick a little red flower on it. I already glued it for you yesterday."
He walked over and glued small red flowers in the second grid, "This is today, and I will help you glue it in advance."
Ling Lang looked at the 31 grids in total and suddenly said, "Is there a reward after getting a full row?"
Feng Hao denied, "That's a trick of kindergarten to coax children. For me, it's just the opposite."
He turned around with a smile, "If you take a day off, you will be punished."