Still warm

It was almost ten o'clock when Yu Ning came back from the show. Wen Ling prepared supper and waited for him, because he only filled half a bowl of soup to control his weight.He scooped the bowl with a spoon, and there were a few goji berries floating on the soup, "...I want to confess something to you."

Yu Ning put down the spoon and crossed his hands, raised his head and said solemnly, "Go ahead."

"Don't be so serious," Wen Ling was a little embarrassed, "That's right, that's..."

"Ok?"

The process of hesitating whether or not to confess is very tangled, who knows that the process of confessing is even more tangled. It is also a burden for Wen Ling to feel liked for the first time: "The person who sent the painting is not an ordinary fan. He called me today."

There was no surprised expression on Yu Ning's face, and he was even so indifferent, "What did he say to you?"

"Actually, it's nothing..." Wen Ling was a little ashamed, "Maybe he wanted to chase me."

"The one who chases the stars, or the one who chases you?"

Wen Ling repeated the original words, afraid that the other party might misunderstand, and explained again, "I'm afraid to leave a story behind. You know that it's easy to make use of our affairs. It's better to keep the current state."

Yu Ning touched his hot cheeks and smiled slightly, "I'm glad you can tell me, and I don't blame you for this kind of thing... I can only blame my Wen Ling who is liked by too many people and is too cute."

The sound of water splashing in the bathroom rang for a long time. He was wearing pajamas and leaning on the pillow to wait for Yu Ning. When he was about to fall asleep, he felt a hug with water vapor on his back, and immediately regained his energy.

... Yu Ning took the initiative.

The wet kiss was imprinted on the side of his neck, like a moist flower blooming, and the heat in the breath was intertwined, making the two people very close.The other party lit a fire in his most sensitive place unhurriedly, Wen Ling turned around in his arms, and Yu Ning took advantage of the situation to press him down.

Wen Ling raised his head to reach for his kiss, Yu Ning supported his head and kissed him slowly, the atmosphere was gradually heating up, he closed his eyes to feel the long-lost enthusiasm of the other party, and couldn't help but hug Yu Ning's neck tightly, "Well... ..."

Yu Ning let go of his lips and sucked red marks on the side of his neck. The dazed Wen Ling completely forgot that he had work to do the next day, and lay limply on the bed with a face full of lust. Flushing...like a seductive sea monster, showing off its beauty wantonly.

"Being more and more able to seduce me," Yu Ning bit his chest as if punishing, "Do you want so much?"

He nodded like a pounding garlic, "Mmmmm..."

"...Are you sure?"

Wen Ling reached into the collar of the opponent's pajamas and grabbed two pills, with a provocative tone, "Even if it hurts a little bit... it should make me happy."

"You let go first."

"……Do not."

"Little bad thing," Yu Ning let the two of them make a face-to-face salute, and then rubbed against his perineum, but this has already stimulated the corners of Wen Ling's eyes to tear up, "...Let go, it's not your boyfriend who can't toss , I just don't want to torment you."

Wen Ling writhed in his arms, "Ah...you...I..."

Even if Yu Ning has been pure-hearted recently, Wen Ling can't let him go when he's messing around like this, "Don't move, I'm going in."

Wen Ling nodded and wrapped his arms around his waist, full of anticipation and finally ushered in the other party's temptation, walking slowly... Wait!It seems to be different from what I imagined...

He opened his eyes, "...Are you comfortable?"

Yu Ning straightened his hips, "...not bad."

"Why don't I... stop, stop!"

·

After opening the bow without turning back, Yu Ning paused at the end of his breath, "...what?"

"I...you let me take it easy, woo..."

"Why are you so troublesome? It's you who can't wait, and you who can't wait." Yu Ning thought it was funny, and he slowed down while comforting him: "Okay... I'll take it easy, don't be nervous."

This joke didn't ease Wen Ling's mood at all. He frowned tightly, closed his eyes and begged for comfort in his ear, "Say you love me... say you like me very much..."

Yu Ning did as he wished, "You know I love you very much..."

These words gave Wen Ling great satisfaction psychologically. He adjusted his breathing and tried his best to relax his whole body: "If it wasn't, if it wasn't for me, I also love you very much..."

Yu Ning kissed his noisy mouth, helped him take care of the front that was about to have an orgasm, and tried to divert his attention, the joint finally began to have intermittent pleasure, Wen Ling arched his back, and let out a sweet voice impatiently ...

It was only done once, and after it was over, he nestled in Yu Ning's arms a little depressed, "Why do I still lose more than I gain..."

This soul-like torture made it impossible for the actor to give a standard answer, "The more times...it might get better."

"Has my performance improved?"

"Hmm..." Yu Ning thought about it for a while, and commented half-jokingly: "Singing and dancing idols has the advantage of having a soft waist and a good voice. The effect of years of training is obvious...I like it very much."

Wen Ling buried his head in the other's chest. Although it is said that art comes from life, the descriptions in the novel still contain a lot of exaggeration... Seven times a night is a lie. , he... has a long way to go.

When the assistant came to pick him up the next day, he saw the scars on his neck and exclaimed: "My little ancestor! Today's talk show, you chose this time..."

Wen Ling pulled the collar of his shirt to cover it, "I can't help it at the moment, you have to understand."

"Are you ignorant, Mr. Yu, and you are ignorant?" Xiao Gu put on some concealer and powder for him, so that it would not be so conspicuous, "...it's easy to say if you don't kiss here."

Wen Ling didn't have the nerve to say that he felt more comfortable kissing here, so he said nonsense, "Yu Ning is too obsessive and I can't help it, the love is so deep that I don't care about thinking so much, of course I like him so much if I ask..."

The responsive Mr. Actor appeared with a cup of coffee, Wen Ling stopped the topic in time, Yu Ning came over and apologized to Gu Jia, "I'm sorry, I have caused trouble to your work again."

Xiao Gu naturally didn't think it was his fault, and the idol who asked for a kiss before going out was more suspected of being pestering.

... How much her artists used to love their work and put their heart into business.

When he arrived at the show, there were many fans. Wen Ling waved hello to each of them wearing a mask. When he walked into the dressing room, he saw a person who did not surprise him. A gentleman who likes a lady.

"Working smoothly."

Wen Ling took the flower and said thank you, then handed it to the assistant. Zhao Yiming just smiled without saying anything, and Wen Ling breathed a sigh of relief when the other party walked out of the dressing room.

The illegitimate meal... gave him a headache as always.

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After exchanging pleasantries with the audience, the interview officially began. The host is willing to be a famous queen of "awkward chatting" in the industry, but the ratings of satellite TV programs are high, and everyone loves to watch short stories from parents.

"Fans have seen your latest works... You and actor Yu Ning performed very well in the movie, so in real life, is it acceptable to pursue the same sex?"

Wen Ling knew that this question was unavoidable, so he frowned and smiled calmly, "For example... If Xie Yiqing wants to be with my sister, will my sister agree?"

Xie Yiqing is willing to like her favorite female artist. Before Wen Ling came to the show, he did his homework, and as expected, the other party covered his mouth and smiled: "Then I am definitely willing to do it... So Wen Ling also has a favorite male god in his heart. ."

"Like doesn't have to be love, it can also be other emotions." Wen Ling grabbed a doll with his hands empty, and played with it by its ears. "Just wanting to be nice to someone is like a fan is to love. Bean-like feelings...it's not that complicated."

"Then who is this kind of person in Wen Ling's heart? I said before that he is a fan of Mr. Yu's movie... Does Yu Ning exist like this in your heart?"

"It's..."

Before he finished speaking, the audience screamed, covering his voice, and he smiled helplessly: "Yu Ning is one, there are other idols..."

Lean propped his chin with his hand, his eyes were a little ambiguous: "You guys are going to play a couple who are on and off, and I heard that the director let you get along for a while in advance, making a beautiful love story... Then you are filming Were you moved by Yu Ning during the process?"

Wen Ling's eyes wandered to mid-air, and the light reflected tiny particles of floating dust in the air, which made him a little confused and hesitant: "How should I put it... When I was playing the role of Lin Wen, Lin Wen It was Ai Ningyu. If you want to play a character who loves him, you must first understand what it feels like to love him. It is inevitable to be tempted in the play, but we are all actors. We must learn to enter the play at the right time and learn to Play in time."

Such an answer without acknowledgment or denial was so ambiguous that Wen Ling didn't know whether his own pace was appropriate, but he thought that those who understood him must know what he was expressing.

After recording the show, he was drinking water with his neck up in the background. Suddenly someone came in and startled him. He choked on a mouthful of water and flowed down his neckline. Only when the other party handed him a tissue did he realize it was Zhao Yiming.

"Sorry to scare you."

Wen Ling didn't speak. His exhaustion made him lose the motivation to maintain his idol's smile. After drying his neck, he sat down to play with his mobile phone and wait for his assistant.The other party rudely raised his hand to caress the side of his neck. He was about to push it away but was caught by the wrist, "...Did Yu Ning leave it behind?"

Looking sideways, he saw a distinct hickey mark on his neck in the mirror, probably because he had just wiped off his foundation, so Wen Ling broke free from Zhao Yiming's shackles, with a frosty face: "Mr. Zhao, please respect yourself."

The other party approached aggressively, trapped him on the mirror, and sprayed his breath on the hickey, "...I want to do this kind of thing to Wen Ling too."

Zhao Yiming released him only when footsteps sounded outside the door, and Wen Ling jumped off the dressing table and fled quickly: "Xiao Gu! Go home!"