Ling Lang raised his eyes stiffly, Feng Hao's expression was half a smile, as if he knew that he would have such a reaction.
That male organ just pressed against his own mouth, even if he didn't look at it, his peripheral vision would also sweep it. Although Ling Lang had done more intimate contact than this, he had never let it appear in his field of vision for such a long time.
Ling Lang's gaze moved down involuntarily, but at the last moment it quickly drifted to the left, as if he would get burnt if he looked at it too much.
"Well, I said you couldn't do it," Feng Hao's voice sounded happily from above, "That golden retriever never looked sideways from beginning to end," his voice was full of bewitching, "Can you do it? ?"
Ling Lang calmed down, forced himself to overcome his embarrassment, and turned his eyes straight again.
"Even if it is drooling, it can endure until the end, can you do it?" Feng Hao bit the word drooling very hard.
Ling Lang stared at what was in front of him, subconsciously absorbing Feng Hao's words, and his mouth began to saliva involuntarily.
Feng Hao rubbed the front end on Ling Lang's lips slightly, and evenly spread the crystal clear liquid on his lips, the breath of male hormones came in his nostrils, "You have to imagine it as what you want most, what you desire. It, obsessed with it, adored it…”
Feng Hao's words poured into Ling Lang's mind like hypnosis, his eyes became misty, it seemed that it was no longer difficult to look directly at it, and in the end he was reluctant to look away.
"How do you feel now?"
Ling Lang couldn't help swallowing.
Feng Hao took a step back, and the temperature on Ling Lang's lips disappeared. When he saw the object leave him, he took two steps forward without thinking, and kissed the front again, but he didn't make a move that crossed the line rashly. .
Feng Hao took another step back, and Ling Lang followed up again. He had nothing else in his eyes. The master's sacred relic was the only target he pursued. One of them retreated and the other chased, until Feng Hao sat on the sofa.
"Your performance is good," Feng Hao patted his head approvingly, "but you seem to have forgotten my first order, don't move."
Ling Lang froze, and Fang realized what he had just done.
His face flushed red, and Feng Hao let out a chuckle.
"You're so cute, people can't help but want to bully you when they see you."
Since saying goodbye to childhood, no one has ever used the word cute to describe him.
"It's a pity you didn't complete your order. Your second cookie is gone."
Ling Lang was still unconvinced, he had already eaten the first piece of it.
"Even if I complete the order, you can't make the second piece."
"Haha," Feng Hao couldn't help laughing out loud, he raised his head, "In this case, I'll give you another chance to see if you have the ability to get the second piece from me."
Ling Lang thought that he would continue to make demands, but Feng Hao's words stopped here, it seemed that the conditions had already been set out in the words just now.
He tried hard to recall every word Feng Hao said, trying to find clues from it.
If "bite" is the first cookie, what is the second cookie
Ling Lang vaguely guessed what Feng Hao meant, he took off his pants, turned around, knelt on the ground, and raised his hips high.
Although he couldn't see the back, he could feel that Feng Hao stood up from the sofa, then bent his knees and knelt behind him, and a hard object reached the entrance of the back hole.
At that moment, Ling Lang was suddenly a little nervous. This was the first time his master used his body. He insisted on doing expansion training every day for this moment.
Feng Hao still did not move further, Ling Lang's mood gradually changed from nervousness to anticipation, he even began to hope that the master could enter his body, not only out of desire, but a display of self-worth.
He longed to be one with the master, and he hoped that his body could bring joy to the master. His chrysanthemum hole opened and closed because of excitement, and he sent an urgent invitation to the guests who were not allowed to enter at the door.
This scene lasted for about a minute, and Feng Hao calmly left him.
The moment he got up, an emotion called disappointment instantly enveloped Ling Lang.
"Your comprehension is very good, but now is not the time," Feng Hao patted Ling Lang and motioned him to get up.
"Because your performance satisfied me, I decided to accept your next mobile phone number," this time, he pressed Ling Lang's head directly under him, "What is the next one, I will give you a few minutes. The time, I will tell the time, when the number is reached, you will stop voluntarily."
Ling Lang began to serve him attentively. When Feng Hao counted to 6, he speeded up his throughput. When he counted to 7, he intensified his sucking force. When Feng Hao counted to 8, it was right in front of him. Release in the mouth.
"Should I be glad that this one is an 8 instead of a 2?" Feng Hao teased him, taking his phone and tapping on it a few more times.
Feng Hao finished recording and asked Ling Lang, "Do you still have the medicine for your expansion training last time?"
Ling Lang also remembered, "Just ran out."
Feng Hao nodded, "That's right."
He got up and left, and when he came back, he had an extra bottle in his hand, "Use this bottle next, let's go."
Ling Lang couldn't see the difference between the two from the surface, he thought they were the same thing, so he took it.
Seeing that he was still not leaving, Feng Hao asked, "What?"
As soon as he finished asking, he guessed Ling Lang's thoughts and smiled, "No, I don't have your share today, because your command training failed, now you can go."
Ling Lang angrily went back to his room for daily training. Perhaps because he was in a bad mood, he accidentally squeezed too much of the new medicine given by Feng Hao, but this did not attract his attention.
Today's training was no different from usual. After the training, Ling Lang felt a little hot and dry in his body. He thought it was because his desire was not relieved, but the feeling was not strong, and he left it behind in a blink of an eye.
Ling Lang hadn't seen the actor who played the younger brother for a while. Since the last time he played for him, the younger brother was very respectful every time he saw Ling Lang, and it could be seen that his respect came from the heart, not from the bottom of his heart. That kind of politeness on the surface of others.
"Senior, I have to ask you to take care of me again today," the younger brother politely greeted Ling Lang when he saw that Ling Lang was on the set.
Ling Lang nodded and walked past him. The assistant who followed behind smacked the younger brother's chest, "Don't mind, he has always been like this."
"Is Teacher Ling like this to everyone?"
"Yeah, the first time he saw Feng Hao, he was colder than this. In comparison, he has treated you well," the assistant shrugged. "Also, don't call him teacher, I'm not used to it."
The younger brother looked away, on the other side of the studio, Ling Lang didn't know what he was talking to Feng Hao. Although there was still no expression on his face, his eyes were always on the other side. It could be seen that he treated Feng Hao. Different.
He scratched his head in frustration, when will he be able to talk to his idol as easily as Feng Hao
Someone greeted his name, he quickly took his mind and ran over, and the staff hung up coercion for him.
After a big fight with Ling Lang and even a face-off, the character of the younger brother never appeared again, until he found out that Ling Lang was imprisoned in the villa by Feng Hao, and the brotherhood of the past awakened his mind.
Today is his rescue scene. So far, the younger brother and Jin Mao are the only two lights left in Ling Lang's heart. After this scene is over, the life of the character he played will also end, completely extinguishing the lights in Ling Lang's heart. .
Feng Hao set up many obstacles inside and outside the villa. The younger brother bought the architect and got the design drawing of the villa from him, and finally found the weakest breakthrough.
When he opened the skylight, Ling Lang was lying on the bed and was sleeping. Ling Lang was much thinner than the last time he saw him. He lay there peacefully, barely aware of the anger of a living person.
The little brother's nose was sore, and tears almost fell.
"Brother," he whispered, Ling Lang didn't hear it, but Jin Mao, who was lying beside him, raised his head alertly.
"Shh," the little brother was so frightened that he quickly put his finger to his mouth and gestured, "don't yell, I'm a good person, I'm here to save your master."
The empathetic Golden Retriever seemed to understand his words, lowered his head and licked Ling Lang's neck and ears until he woke up.
"Ah..." Ling Lang opened his eyes and saw the person on the roof. He didn't expect to meet him here again.
"Brother," the younger brother choked out, feeling ashamed of his loss of control, and quickly restrained his emotions, "I'm here to take you away."
Ling Lang's expression was first of surprise, but then quickly turned to disappointment. He shook his head and pointed to the shackles on his feet.
When the younger brother saw it, he immediately showed strong hatred and remorse in his eyes. He cursed in a low voice, and then disappeared from the skylight.
Ling Lang raised his head and waited for a long time, thinking that he had just left, and lowered his head in despair.
The roof made a sound again, Ling Lang raised his head in shock, and found that the younger brother was actually hanging from the top with the rope.
There were two chains that locked Ling Lang. The younger brother tried his best to break them. Ling Lang's language function had already deteriorated. He just sat there without saying a word and looked at the anxious younger brother. It's all joy.
"There's no other way, only a gamble," the younger brother took out a silencer pistol from his arms, and Ling Lang was startled. Logically speaking, it was absolutely impossible for him to get such a thing.
The younger brother aimed the muzzle of the gun at the chain, took a pillow and pressed it on it, shot without hesitation, and then interrupted the other side in the same way. Fortunately, no sound was heard by the bodyguards guarding the door.
"Okay, let's go," the younger brother pulled Ling Lang and was about to leave, the conflict happened again, Ling Lang couldn't give up his dog no matter what, he had to take the golden retriever with him, the two couldn't argue for a short time.
"You go up first, I'll come down to pick it up later," the younger brother had no choice but to make such a promise.
Ling Lang still didn't let go of his hand.
The younger brother stared into his eyes and said solemnly, "Trust me."
Ling Lang's hand slowly loosened, his little brother grew up and was no longer the coward who was greedy for life and fear of death. Before he knew it, he had grown into a reliable man.
With Ling Lang's skill, he can actually climb up the rope in three or two strokes, but unfortunately he has to create a weak appearance of long-term malnutrition, which makes it very difficult for the next filming. The director was dissatisfied with the angle, and the short climbing scene was NG over and over again.
After finally sending Ling Lang to the roof, the actor playing the younger brother had already soaked his costume with sweat.
"Is it okay?" Ling Lang asked without any emotion.
The younger brother was stunned for a while, and then he realized that Ling Lang was caring about him, and nodded vigorously, "No problem!"
The younger brother who got the "admired senior's concern" boosted state, full of fighting spirit, hung down from the roof again, picked up the golden retriever, and continued to climb up one person and one dog.
Ling Lang also wanted to help pull the rope, but now that he was weak, he had no choice but to look down anxiously through the skylight.
Although the Golden Retriever was not as heavy as Ling Lang, it was still a large dog after all, weighing less than 60 kilograms, and there was no way to hang Weiya like Ling Lang.
The younger brother was holding the dog in one hand and holding the rope in the other, making it extremely difficult to climb.
It's a pity that a well-trained dog still retains the dog's nature. In mid-air, the canine's natural fear of heights makes the golden retriever restless, and it begins to sway and twist, trying to break free from the control of the younger brother.
"Don't move, don't move," the script didn't have this paragraph, the younger brother had an idea, and he played it on the spot, really like to appease the frightened Golden Retriever, "Brother will take you up to find the master right away, please be quiet."
Ling Lang's expression became even more anxious. He reached out to grab the rope, but found that he couldn't use any strength.
The director's eyes lit up when he saw this natural unfolding, and he quickly instructed the photographer to swing the boom over to take a close-up shot of the little brother's interaction with the dog.
The golden retriever is getting farther and farther from the ground. The camera, which was not afraid at first, also frightened it at the moment. It began to struggle desperately. Everyone's attention was down. The rope that has been NG many times, under such severe friction, has gradually been on the verge of breaking.