On the bone

Chapter 105

A drop of tear hit the bridge of Mu Mingyi's nose, and slipped from the erect nasal bone. Ning Huiran realized that he lost his composure. His eyelashes trembled, and another drop fell. He grabbed the short sleeve of the T-shirt on his shoulder and wiped his eyes in embarrassment, saying sorry, In a hurry, he wiped Mu Mingyi's face.

Mu Mingyi didn't move, just closed his eyes.

This is not the first time as 'Ning Huiran' shed tears for Cheng Xinhai. On the nanny car on the return journey of the crew, when he saw the real scene shot in the big scene, the tidal wave of pain almost drowned him. At that time, it was difficult for him to distinguish whether he was Xia Pei or Ning Huiran, and his face became wet before he knew it, just like now, when the tears fell on Mu Mingyi's face, he didn't know he was crying.

"Fuck." Ning Huiran got out of bed speechlessly, went to the bed cabinet to get tissues, folded up two or three sheets and blew his nose hard. Closing his eyes, tears flowed back, Ning Huiran felt a sharp pain in the corner of his eyes, and took out a few more to wipe.

After tossing a lot of paper balls, Mu Mingyi watched him silently. When Ning Huiran finally calmed down and turned his head to look at this person, Mu Mingyi leaned back against the head of the bed, took off his shoes, He bent one long leg, put his elbow on his knee leisurely, and said in a calm tone, "Come here."

Walking to the bed, I heard Mu Mingyi's deep voice: "Sit on my lap."

Ning Hui ran down.

The standing leg had already been put down, Mu Mingyi put his arms around Ning Hui's waist with one hand, and put his buttocks on his thighs with one hand. This was a very clear signal. Mingyi, with his head buried deep in the back of his neck, curled up into each other's arms, wishing that his calves could be stuffed between each other. Mu Mingyi pulled the quilt and half-laid it around them, forming a feeling of airtight package.

Ning Huiran was born with a thin embryo, and he lost a lot of weight when he entered the group acting. Compared with Mu Mingyi, there is a huge visual gap. In addition, he deliberately squeezed all parts of his body together. Mu Mingyi hugged his back and buttocks. The two hands are lined wide and strong, as if he can be hugged casually. I found that Ning Huiran didn't eat well, and he didn't sleep well. Since he went to the mountain to shoot, his off-screen state has been declining. Mu Mingyi knew it well.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Mu Mingyi lowered his head and asked from his shoulder blades to his lower back.

"Sleep, but I can't sleep. When I close my eyes, I will see the place under the cliff..."

"No smoking?"

"I wanted to smoke it, but it didn't light up." Ning Huiran muttered sullenly.

There was a click, and the clear and crisp sound in his ears made him stand up and turn his head to look. Mu Mingyi was biting a cigarette, and a thin flame shot out from the lighter, igniting the cigarette end.

When lighting the fire, Mu Mingyi's jawline became distinct, his sides were slightly sunken, and the drooping eyelashes covered the light in his eyes. It was obviously a simple action of smoking, but Ning Huiran felt an indescribable oppression Sexy, inexplicably...sexy.

Pinch the cigarette with two fingers, and take it away from his mouth, then a thick white mist floats from his mouth and nose. The smoke floats out by itself...

Ning Huiran swallowed his dry throat. For a moment, he couldn't figure out whether he wanted to take a puff of cigarettes, or longed for this smoking man. His body began to heat up, and when Mu Mingyi's warm eyes fell on his mouth At that moment, Ning Huiran's heart beat soared.

Mu Mingyi was too close, so close that the other party could cover his mouth as long as he leaned slightly towards him, Mu Mingyi didn't kiss him very deeply, but was more like teasing, touching with the tip of his tongue, and gliding over Ning Hui natural lip line.

"Your mouth is too dry, let me get you wet." Ning Huiran pouted with a dazed look and moved her lips upwards. When she heard this, she immediately straightened her posture in embarrassment, and echoed in a neutral voice.

Mu Mingyi glanced at him, took another puff of the cigarette, and this time clamped it between his fingers, and put it in front of Ning Huiran's mouth with his usual gesture of separating his fingers. With clear body language, it was for him to smoke. mean.

Mu Mingyi's palm is very hot, with a strong smell of tobacco, more pungent than the smell of temperature is the rough texture of the fingertips sliding over Ning Huiran's face, Mu Mingyi's hands are very thick, some hands Cocoon, it feels different when you touch it. Those who don't like it will feel hard and uncomfortable, and those who like it will feel like touching the tip of the heart, with goose bumps all over the body.

Ning Huiran didn't just like it, he even began to pant slightly from being touched by Mu Mingyi, his face became hot.

"Don't want to smoke again?"

Hearing Mu Mingyi's words, Ning Huiran was taken aback, and then returned to his mouth to bite. He bit too fast, and couldn't control the depth of the bite. He licked Mu Mingyi's fingers and got a little bit of salt.

Biting on the cigarette and licking his mouth, Ning Huiran regretted saying that he wanted to smoke, but now he only wanted to kiss.

He didn't use his hands, just used his teeth, inhaled and exhaled quickly, Ning Huiran was concentrating on increasing the speed of smoking, inadvertently, the cigarette was drawn from his mouth, the man pinched the end of the cigarette with a half-smile and asked him, what are you doing? ah.

With his mouth empty, Ning Huiran impatiently hooked Mu Mingyi's neck and kissed him, but stopped before touching his mouth. Ning Huiran blinked in a daze—he suddenly realized that the haze created by intentional sea was unknown. When was he dismissed, now he is full of Mu Mingyi and wants to make out with him and be nice to him.

The other party seemed to see through him, stretched out his arm indifferently, took the ashtray beside the bed to put out the cigarette and asked, "What are your plans after the filming?"

"Ah... back, back to school," Ning Huiran was a little dazed, stuttering his tongue, always feeling that Mu Mingyi didn't want to do anything with him, so he retracted into Mu Mingyi's arms resentfully: "There are a lot of things in line, clean up Things in the dormitory, submitting documents, taking pictures, getting graduation certificates... By the way, I have to return the library card, I don't know if Guo Xiaoxian and those two scumbags can find where to put it..."

After talking, Ning Huiran straightened his back and looked at Mu Mingyi, waiting for him to tell himself.

"Take care of your business first. The balance of the remuneration will arrive in your account a day or two after the completion of the film. When you stop there, find Zhao Rui to renew the contract. The address of my studio, company situation, entry requirements, process and some chores I asked Ye Fei to communicate with you, do you have a house?"

Unexpectedly, the topic span was so wide, Ning Huiran felt in a daze for a moment, his head stuck and he nodded numbly, then immediately shook it vigorously, how could he have a place to live.

The school is in a second-tier city in the middle of the country, and Mu Mingyi's studio is in the imperial capital, and it takes more than three hours to get there by plane. The sudden transition to reality made Ning Huiran nervous, and he was not ready yet. , or didn't even think about it.

He is alone with no relatives and no reason. He is either drifting with the flow and being arranged by others, or blindly walking with others as he pleases. When the brothers say that they are traveling, he will come here for a trip. He never thinks about it, and he is too lazy to think about it. Ning Huiran has always been like this kind of attitude towards life that he does not take himself seriously.

Mu Mingyi slowly cut to the point, as if giving Ning Huiran enough time to think: "What do you expect in terms of salary, accommodation conditions, and work content? If you want to elaborate, you can also ask me freely. I will do my best to satisfy you according to the situation."

Putting his face aside, Ning Huiran was very uncomfortable at the moment, not only the topics themselves that sounded alienated, but also the fact that they were flesh-to-blood, leg-to-leg, and warm under their buttocks under this kind of official conversation. Intimate contact made him feel very uncomfortable.

Ning Huiran didn't answer, he put his hands on the bed and wanted to get up, but the troublesome hand on his back was exerting force, pushing him towards the head of the bed, so that Ning Huiran could only spread his legs and kneel on the ground. . Shangmu Mingyi's waist and hips.

If the body retracting into Mu Mingyi's arms is a kind of spiritual comfort and communication, this posture at this moment is obviously physical communication.

Of course Ning Huiran resisted, and continued to reach forward to grab something to prop him up, but the other party didn't give him this chance, grabbed both of his wrists, no matter what Mu Mingyi wanted to do, put his hands in front of him or behind him, Ning Hui Don't even think about standing up.

"You still have another choice," Mu Mingyi said in a calm voice, "I don't sign with the studio, but with myself. I don't leave the paper. I sign every part of your body." His eyes fell and walked as the two rubbed against each other. crotch, he raised his eyelids and looked directly at Ning Huiran: "Work on the bed."