Pei Xiao's heart began to beat wildly, and his eyes widened as he watched the haunted face getting closer and closer to him, and his nose was filled with his breath...
She gritted her teeth, fearing that if she got any closer, the defense she had built up would easily collapse. But he didn't give her any chance to escape. The moment his lips touched hers, she felt like missing her.
The flood that broke the embankment broke out instantly, with resistance, contradiction, joy, and excitement. She loved so deeply that the moment she lost and found her, she would be so trembling that she couldn't control herself.
He easily pried open her teeth and hooked her tongue. She put her hands on his chest, but did not refuse. She just grabbed his clothes tightly and kissed him while letting out low sobs. Tears flowed.
The cheekbones slipped into the entangled lips and teeth, and he tasted the bitter taste on the tip of his tongue. He frowned, but kissed her harder, until he penetrated her deep throat.
Her body was tightly bound, her tiptoes could barely touch the ground, and her whole body was half hanging in his arms. Her waistline bent into a beautiful arc. His strong arms held her waist, as if to hold her down.
She pressed hard like she was thrusting into her body. Too hard, her teeth accidentally bumped against him, and she let out a painful groan, which was soon drowned out by the sound of small swallowing.
Sometimes as fierce as a storm, sometimes as slow and lingering as spring rain, Pei Xiao greedily hugged his neck, clinging to the long-lost warmth in his arms and absorbing the familiar taste in his mouth. In the airtight lounge, the lover who had been separated for a long time came and went freely.
They hugged each other skillfully, and rapid breathing came and went. Pei Xiao had difficulty breathing several times, his face turned red due to lack of oxygen, and he was about to drown in this suffocating world.
Xi Xiangdong's hands habitually reached into the hem of her clothes, squeezing her softness through her bra. Pei Xiao felt as if he had been shocked by electricity, and felt numb all over. He suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head hard to avoid his pursuit, and finally
Escape from his arms.
Pei Xiao slumped on the sofa, her mouth slightly open, and her chest heaving rapidly. Her pale face finally had some color, and she awkwardly arranged her wrinkled costume, complaining in a low voice: "This is
Stylist’s clothes…”
"Sorry." Xi Xiangdong shook his clothes and stood there, still looking so well-dressed.
During this lingering moment, it seemed that Pei Xiao was the only one who was disheveled, with affectionate eyes and a spring color on his face. But when someone was done with being a beast, he was no longer dressed.
Xi Xiangdong leaned down and pinched her burning cheeks: "Have a good time acting, okay?"
Two black lines were drawn on Pei Xiao's head. Where are you coaxing the little kid?
Seeing that she didn't respond, he raised her chin again and said, "Want to practice again?"
Pei Xiao woke up quickly and opened his hand: "I, I'm going to film."
When they returned to the set, Gu Nanshun kept staring at her face. Pei Xiao turned her head guiltily: "What are you looking at? Is the makeup on my face stained?"
"No, I'm just curious about where you have been. Why are you sweating so much from running and your face is still red as if you have a fever."
She hesitated and mumbled over, and quickly went to the makeup artist to touch up her makeup. Xi Xiangdong had eaten up all the lip gloss on her lips just now.
When filming started again, everyone was worried about Pei Xiao's condition. Seeing Gu Nanshun lower his face towards her, she held her breath, closed her eyes tightly, and stood on tiptoes. Thinking of him as Xi Xiangdong, it was actually not that unbearable.