During the long night, screams and tears evaporated into the air, turning into tiny bits of dust and disappearing.
"It turns out that Sister Yuan and Orange are facing each other. It's not easy for you."
Shen Qingcheng chuckled. She had a good relationship with the two girls. Since she became a household name, her former friends have gradually drifted away.
"I've almost forgotten what it feels like to go home. You must go out and play with me when you go back, okay?"
Shen Qingcheng jumped off the ground. The executive suite was very spacious. She walked to the window and looked at the moon that looked like a foreign country.
"Okay, no problem."
Gu Yun responded with a smile, picked up the large water glass on the bedside, raised his neck and took a big sip.
"It may take a few days to go home. First, accompany me to go shopping around the Golden Triangle. I've been filming a movie for so long and I haven't even been on the street."
Shen Qingcheng crossed her arms and recalled the hardships of the past few months as if it were a lifetime ago.
"You know, the relationship between the male actors on the set was very delicate. Some even bullied me at the beginning. The local staff came several times, but then this kind of thing never happened again."
"Hehehe, that's good."
When the air became quiet, Shen Qingcheng finally found the opportunity to complain to Gu Yun.
Actresses being coveted is something that is unavoidable in almost any crew.
If it weren't for Doule's overseas business and the influential local staff, I'm afraid Shen Qingcheng would have really had to use her brain during the period when she was starring.
Big-name female star? Head of the paradise?
The current situation is that you are alone overseas, so what does it matter no matter how awesome your background is?
Don’t we also have to rely on a few men in our crew?
There are actually many people who are trying this way. Unfortunately, before they can take action, overseas DouLe staff took the initiative to ask for help and sent several local security personnel to accompany them day and night in the name of guides.
"What is this shelf for?"
Shen Qingcheng pointed to the suspension and turned to look at Gu Yun.
Hotels in the Golden Triangle are different from many hotels in the mainland. A huge suspension in the room flipped over the two people's heads and moved from the other side of the room to this side along the rails on the ceiling.
This set comes from the unique taste of local designers. It has a load-bearing capacity of more than one ton and can be placed in any position through slide rails.
Maybe they had another purpose, but Gu Yun, who was wrapped in alcohol at the moment, interpreted another function.
After unpacking two sets of vacuum-packed sterilized cotton ropes and ties, Gu Yun took Shen Qingcheng's hand.
"Don't worry about what it was originally used for. This toy has another way to play. Do you want to try it?"
Gu Yun lowered his head while working and carefully tightened the soft strap around Shen Qingcheng's wrist.
"OK."
Shen Qingcheng nodded without hesitation.
In front of Gu Yun, she would not pretend to be reserved, nor would she respond to meaningless words.
She never suppressed her desire to play another role.
Gu Yun tied the long cotton rope around the girl's wrist, and then her fingers.
The rope structure distributes the weight carefully to avoid actually hurting Shen Qingcheng's fingers.
The reason for choosing cotton rope instead of hemp rope is to protect Shen Qingcheng's skin.
Skin is of immeasurable significance to a female star whose career is on the rise.
However, Shen Qingcheng did not warn Gu Yun when he was doing something.
The trust contained in this has some huge energy, and Gu Yun knows it well.
He stood on tiptoe and tied the cotton rope layer by layer on the lowered suspension.
"Are you ready?"
Shen Qingcheng's eyes widened, with a trace of confusion in his eyes: "Tie only one hand? Shouldn't it be tied tightly like a little rabbit and then hung in the air?"
After playing this type of game for a long time, people in the industry naturally have their own aesthetics.
"unnecessary."
Gu Yun adjusted the suspension and let it rise slowly. The cotton rope rose accordingly, and then Shen Qingcheng's right hand.
What can be used as a means of education is not just the way the body can feel it. That kind of thing has been played by countless people, and may be too boring for companions with elevated thresholds.
Shen Qingcheng's hand was pulled to the highest point, but the suspension still did not stop.
It continued to rise, pulling on Shen Qingcheng's body in an extremely slow but firm manner, causing her weight to gradually gather on that hand.
The girl groaned, and pain began to enter her brain.
Many girls tend to feel scared at this stage.
Because experience made them foresee that if they did not stop, the pain would continue to increase in the next second.
But how could Shen Qingcheng be afraid?
No pain, No gain.
She knows that pain always accompanies growth.
Therefore, although Shen Qingcheng's brows were raised involuntarily, her eyes remained calm.
The suspension was further raised, the girl's delicate and white toes quietly lifted off the ground, and almost all the weight was placed on her wrists and fingers.
She has maintained her figure all year round and is light in weight, but it is still not something that just one wrist can bear.
In just one minute, Shen Qingcheng's body seemed to be stretched, and the skin on his shoulder blades, armpits, ribs, and flanks were all tightly stretched together.
"I feel like I'm going to lose feeling in my right hand soon."
Shen Qingcheng's forehead broke into cold sweat due to the severe pain, but she could still speak to Gu Yun in a joking tone.
This is a little bit of testing.
Gu Yun looked at the body suspended in the air and the shadow hitting the ground, waited for ten seconds, and then lowered the suspension a little.
Just in time, the toe of the girl's left foot touched the ground.
Like a ballet dancer, she assumed a vertical posture in front of Gu Yun.
After getting a chance to breathe, Shen Qingcheng tried hard to let her toes touch more of the ground to reduce the pressure on her wrists.
However, this was difficult because the position was just at the edge of the carpet and the floor under her feet was slippery.
And as long as the angle shifts slightly, the distance will swallow up the only foothold. Due to gravity, she keeps spinning in the air, like a butterfly on the edge of a cliff.
"There are many ways to talk to the body, and they almost always rely on transmitting sensations to achieve their goals, such as tingling, numbness, heat, and coldness."
Gu Yun stretched out a hand, touched Shen Qingcheng's angelic face, and continued to speak.
"It's just that these feelings also have clear limits, just like when the needle tip pierces the skin, when the itching turns into numbness, when the scorching heat destroys the nerves, and when the cold freezes the senses."
"Human beings have a limited ability to tolerate these feelings. If they exceed the limit, they will change and the road will turn in the opposite direction."
"unless."
The number that Gu Yun silently recited in his heart reached zero, and after confirming that the time had come, he placed the tip of his index finger on Shen Qingcheng's wrist.
His nails were trimmed very well by Cheng Yingying the night before, so they were not sharp.
Following Shen Qingcheng's arm, he slowly slid his armor down, and the expected soft sound soon sounded in the girl's throat.
When the entire body is pulled apart in this way, the subcutaneous nerves activated by the tight skin, changes in the load-bearing method of the spine, and even the brain's reading of the transmitted information will enter an unprecedented sensitive state. .
That is completely different from the catalytic effect of sensitive drugs.
The built-in sensory system accepts exponentially higher stimulation in a daily state, and a clear mind will keep the tasting process delicate enough.
When the nails touch the skin, the slight itching and tactile sensation quickly expands into a heavy blow to the nerves and senses of the whole body during the suspension.
Shen Qingcheng was trembling all over, her toes could barely support her. She squinted her eyes, raised her head slightly, and tried to breathe hard.
As Gu Yun spoke, he scratched his fingertips, almost stretching her straight armpits.
".Um."
The girl in front of her couldn't bear it, and her unbound hand instinctively raised to grab something.
Gu Yun stepped back, letting her lose hope of finding her own liberation with her hands, and stretched her arms as far as possible.
The nails continued to scratch, and when they reached the collarbone, the speed further slowed down.
The keen subcutaneous nerves amplify the touch of fingernail scratching countless times.
As for how the collarbone, which has the thinnest skin, will make her feel, this question will definitely stick in Shen Qingcheng's mind.
The more Gu Yun delays the outcome, the more she will long for the trial.
In the suite, the suspended girl looked like a tortured prisoner of war, while the tall man looked like an emotionless statue.
In the hot summer of Rome, the gladiators and the slaves stood still in front of each other, revealing everything. Only a far-outstretched finger connected the man and woman.
But it was enough. A finger at this time was deeper and more intense than the violent whipping, the tight binding into the flesh, and the cruel beating.
The simplest contact has turned into a total conquest, as if reality is happily proving to us what it means that things must be reversed when they reach their extremes.
Sometimes, when our attention is all focused on one point, without any doubt about where it is going, the feelings it gives us can occupy an unprecedented realm.
Shen Qingcheng looked into Gu Yun's eyes while panting.
She was anxious and confused, and her teeth were chattering and chattering until her hard nails pierced the bumps with undetectable force.
The girl's throat sucked in a sharp breath, her body twisted violently, and she could no longer bear the tingling that penetrated her body.
Her body lost balance due to the struggle, swinging back and forth, and her wrists rattled under the sudden increase in weight.
"Can you still hold on?"
Gu Yun took a step forward.
Shen Qingcheng couldn't bear it any longer. She raised her dangling right leg and hooked it hard on Gu Yun's back. Her left hand convulsively wrapped around Gu Yun's neck, trying to hug her companion tightly.
All the sharp touches she had just given turned into a downpour on her heart at this moment.
Gu Yun was wrapped tightly around Shen Qingcheng, his hands supporting her waist.
The reins can no longer be tightened.
The next second, the two dark shadows in the night sky were completely aligned with each other, except for the right hand hanging above under the dots of stars.
Gu Yun stared closely at the girl who belonged to him, and stretched out his index finger tremblingly amid the swaying feedback.
She points to the sky, which means pointing to God. She seems to be provoking the gods, forcing onlookers in the clouds and mist to watch this performance in the night.
The extreme spiritual indulgence and the blooming desire in the body come together, bringing about a devastating tremor.
Gu Yun looked at her fingers.
That finger, as if drawing strength from the sky, remained erect until she completely fainted.
Amidst the blankness and tinnitus, Gu Yun slowly took a breath.
He hugged Shen Qingcheng and struggled to readjust the suspension.
The suspension slowly lowered, and the girl's tied hand fell back on Gu Yun's shoulder.
While untying the rope for her, Shen Qingcheng woke up.
Gu Yun had never thought that she could still wake up so quickly despite the intense physical exertion, large doses of alcohol, and the joy brought by extreme pain.
Shen Qingcheng opened her eyes tiredly, her eyes filled with water.
She put her body on Gu Yun's shoulders, hugged his neck deeply, and hummed softly a few times, as soft as the first snow.
Gu Yun hugged her and walked towards Simmons who was more than two meters tall. The skin was sticky and there was no elegance of a big star.
But he was still happy because he was holding Shen Qingcheng, and the girl was also satisfied because she was held by Gu Yun.
Gu Yun was leaning on the bedside, but she still hugged Gu Yun's neck tightly, with no intention of jumping out of her arms.
There was a new intimacy in the air, like two cats brushing against each other.
The tranquility after the madness is full of miraculous charm. This short period of tranquility makes people reluctant to speak.
They felt the temperature from each other's body and the strength from each other's arms, letting time run luxuriously.
No one can let time stay at this moment. The rising hormones and adrenaline gradually subside. When humans have the ability to think again, the miracle ends.
The short-haired girl turned her head and stared blankly at the place where she just stood on tiptoe and touched the sky.
It seemed like a Coke had been spilled and it was a mess.
"I...can't control it..."
Shen Qingcheng blushed and murmured, not daring to look up at Gu Yun.
At this moment, she seemed to be a helpless little girl.
"Do you know why?"
"I know, I'm happy"
She seemed a little embarrassed and poked Gu Yun's shoulder with her chin.
After the game was over, her palms unconsciously caressed the back of Gu Yun's neck, as if she still had unfinished thoughts.
"Let me tell you something disappointing. The happiness this time cannot be replicated."
Gu Yun tidied her messy hair and spoke slowly into Shen Qingcheng's ear.
"I know...because I'm special, right?"
Shen Qingcheng blinked and said softly, with a bit of pride in his tone.
"Yes."
Gu Yun nodded.
An experience that cannot be replicated because it only works for Shen Qingcheng.
If dialogue with the body is an art, then no two identical works of art can exist in the world.
Latecomers will only be either excellent or poor fakes.
Although it seemed that using tools was Gu Yun's short-lived inspiration, in fact, from the moment Shen Qingcheng appeared in front of Gu Yun, his subconscious had been sketching such a scene.
Taboo is the source of desire. Behind such a huge blasphemy, there is the pleasure of mountain roaring and tsunami.
