Deep in the Act - Chapter 23

[Chapter 23]

After dinner, Xiao Deng went to Zhang Zhun’s room to chat, lazily lying on the bed, pressing the remote control once and for all in his hand: “Brother, that…you and Zhen Xin…”

Zhang Zhun was on the sofa beside him

Folding the clothes just returned from the laundry room, Xiao Deng took a look at him: “In today’s scene, you and Angkor were very coquettish and shameless, but you still think it’s quite normal. When Zhen Xin goes up, you… like that Already…”

“Which kind?” Zhang Zhun finally spoke to him, coldly, with a kind of indifferent sullenness.

Xiao Deng was afraid of him: “Anyway…something is wrong…”

At this time the doorbell rang, and Zhang Zhun was going to open it. Xiao Deng jumped out of bed first, and ran over barefoot. When the door opened, it was Wu Rong, who sneaked in behind the door , looked embarrassedly at Zhang Zhun, then looked at Xiao Deng: “Deng’er, what, I have something to do with your brother, you go out and play for a while.”

Xiao Deng couldn’t laugh or cry: “I’m such an adult, play What?”

“So much nonsense,” Wu Rong said with a guilty conscience, “Slip out, don’t come back until I tell you!”

Xiao Deng went to see Zhang Zhun, he half bowed his head, showing a kind of shyness that was half pushing and half letting go. “You go out first,” Zhang Zhun said flatly, “My senior brother and I are playing against each other.”

As soon as we talked about the match, Xiao Deng understood, and looked at the two of them back and forth, which made Wu Rong shudder , kicked his ass, and kicked him away.

The door was closed from the outside with a “click”, and the room was so quiet that Wu Rong rubbed his hands, and his momentum softened: “I said…do you wash first, or should I wash first?”

Zhang Zhun laughed: “What to wash, yes It’s just

a show, what do you want?”

Wu Rong blushed, “Fuck, this is my fucking first time!”

They looked at each other silently for a while, and Zhang Zhun started to unbutton his shirt first. Open it, revealing the fuzzy body underneath: “How about…turn off the light first.”

He walked to the bed, Wu Rong obediently listened to him, and took off the light as soon as it went dark. Turning on the bedside lamp, Wu Rong shyly pulled out a bath towel from the bathroom to wrap it around, and sat on the bedside with him.

Zhang Zhun was wearing boxer pants, half leaning against the warm yellow halo of the bedside lamp, his long eyelashes were elongated by the hazy light and shadow, fluttering, delicate like a girl: “Where do you start?”

Suddenly, Wu Rong was in front of him. There was a peck on the mouth, which was the kind of recklessness that didn’t know the severity: “Brother, get used to it first.”

Zhang Zhun pushed him: “I think it’s more targeted…”

Wu Rong blocked his mouth, hugged him, Kiss right away: “My mother… actually did this kind of thing with you. If it spreads out, I’ll be ashamed to see people!”

Zhang Zhun laughed while being sucked by him: “It’s as if I’ve done something to you!”

Wu Rong pressed him on the head of the bed, kissed and slid down, and both of them slipped and fell on the fluffy feather pillows. Wu Rong’s body was very excited, and Zhang Zhun could feel the muscles in his shoulders and neck swelled up. Sweat rubbed against their chests.

“Do you want to talk or…do it,” Zhang Zhun stumbled through his lines, “I’m wet enough…”

Wu Rong buried his head in the crook of his neck, supported his waist with one hand, and drew along the edge of his armpit with the other. Quan: “I heard from them that you and Zhen Xin have been doing this for half a month?”

Hearing that name, Zhang Zhun suddenly felt something wrong, a thin layer of goose bumps appeared on his skin, and he became more sensitive to Wu Rong’s touch “Teacher, senior brother, stop for a while!”

Wu Rong didn’t stop, his lower body held him firmly, the word “Zhen Xin” lingered in his head, Zhang Zhun felt that if he continued to grind like this, he would He reacted: “Wu Rong, get up!”

The person on his body was still tired and crooked, his whole body was numb, Zhang Zhun panted softly, kicked his foot on his senior brother’s buttocks, only heard an ouch, Wu Rong Turning down from him, the big bath towel was loosened from his waist, and Zhang Zhun inadvertently saw something underneath, “Wu Rong, why the hell are you taking off your panties!”

Zhen Xin wanted to find Zhang Zhun after dinner, But Yanyan couldn’t make up his mind, so when he returned to his room, he passed by 3815, which was the production crew, and Xiao Wang was resident. At this time, the door was wide open, and there was a burst of laughter. He glanced inside and saw Xiao Deng.

“Hey, why are you here,” he asked casually, “Usually at this time, you’re always hanging around Zhang Zhun’s place?”

Xiao Deng was playing with Xiao Wang’s polarized 3D glasses, and when he saw Zhen Xin coming in, he felt a little strange for some reason. Fear: “Ah, there is something wrong with brother Zhun…” There is something

wrong, Zhen Xin frowned: “What is it?”

“It’s nothing,” Xiao Deng said vaguely, “Angkor is in his house.”

“Oh… “Zhen Xin nodded, didn’t say anything, turned around and walked out, took two steps and then turned back: “Today’s scene with Wu Rong was not very good,” he seemed to be talking to himself, Xiao Deng nodded along, Zhen Xin Suddenly asked: “Are they playing against each other?”

Xiao Deng hesitated for a moment: “No… maybe.”

No?

Zhen Xin narrowed his eyes: “Okay.” He nodded to Xiao Wang, “You guys play.”

Coming out of 3815, he turned around and walked towards the elevator. The elevator stopped on the first floor. Without warning, he kicked over the trash can, and the white smoke and sand scattered all over the floor. He stared at the stains, expressionless and silent, as if making up his mind, he turned and pushed open the door of the stairwell.

3705.

It’s only a few steps away from a staircase, but he seems to have walked through the whole world. On the way, he imagined that he would knock on the door first, and then rush in as soon as the door opened. He even thought about it, Wu Rong was practicing martial arts, Zhang Zhun’s barbell and spring tensioner were on the sofa by the window, and there was a pair of pure steel push-up stands next to the TV.

Stimulating strong adrenaline, he stood in front of Zhang Zhun’s door, his knocking finger was about to drop, but his brain was occupied by the unexpected secretion of endorphins – he remembered Zhang Zhun’s appearance today: he was using it as a prop On the bed, they were face to face, the hardened nipple was pinched by him in his hand, Zhang Zhun blushed and dodged, the eyes looking at him were panicked, and the lips that were entangled with him were trembling, no doubt, He has feelings for him, like a girl with a secret heart.

His fingers softened, and his palm lightly landed on the door. He pressed his forehead against it, trying to feel the temperature in the room. He was just in the act, just infatuated. He said to himself, should he still be like a hairy Like the head boy, what dramatic love game to play?

He took out the cigarette case and looked, there were more than ten cigarettes left, he stood against the wall dejectedly, it should be enough to wait.

How long does it take to smoke a cigarette, three minutes, five minutes?

Anyway, before I finished smoking a cigarette, the door clicked and opened from the inside. Wu Rong’s voice came out first: “…Listen to brother, don’t be stupid.”

Then someone came out, and the door closed. They were so fast, the tail of the smoke was still caught in their hands, and they met Wu Rong hand-to-hand in a flash.

He thought that he would be the first to attack him, but he didn’t expect Wu Rong to point at him angrily: “What are you doing here?

” He staggered and stared at him inexplicably, Wu Rong didn’t stop, but walked up to him and shoved him again: “Stop calling him in the future!” In

such a long hotel corridor, Zhen Xin kept being pushed back, backed away. With a distance of eight or nine meters, he finally fought back—he punched Wu Rong under the chin with all his strength, but he was easily caught. Wu Rong smiled at him disdainfully: “I know you are such a person, just kidding!” Well,” he was sloppy, with a ruthless vigor: “Find the right person to play, don’t play too much! This,” he compared 3705 with his thumb: “If I touch it, even if I go bankrupt, I will kill you !”

Zhen Xin tasted his words, and what he said was not plundering, but protection: “You guys got on very quickly,” he changed the subject unexpectedly: “Can we do it tomorrow?”

Wu Rong’s eyes flickered, and he and Zhang Zhun was not right at all. After being kicked off the bed with his bare buttocks, he nestled on the sofa in aggrieved state, and asked tremblingly, “Zhuner, you and that Zhen… are you… the one?” What?”

Zhang Zhun didn’t speak, Wu Rong knew his character, if he didn’t speak, there was something wrong: “Yesterday at KTV… how could you let him do that!” He was really anxious for Zhang Zhun, his face wrinkled in anxiety : “To make this kind of film, kiss and show your flesh, the fake show is real, it’s okay for men and women to mess around, you two men…he can afford it, can you afford it?”

Zhang Zhun still didn’t speak, Wu Rong persuaded: “It’s nothing wrong, stop it quickly.”

After a while of silence, Zhang Zhun said in a low voice: “It’s not that serious, I’m not that kind of person, and neither is he. It’s

over.”

“As you said,” Wu Rong assured him, “Nobody cares about what’s in my heart, just don’t do anything.”

Don’t do anything, he knows Zhang Zhun, as long as he is careful If you don’t recruit him, nothing will happen: “Fuck, it’s none of your business.” He pushed Zhen Xin away provocatively, and walked towards the elevator.

Zhen Xin stared at that domineering back, her fingertips burned suddenly, and she instinctively let go of her hand. It was the unfinished cigarette butt that he kept holding, smoking quietly on the carpet at this moment.

The trash can is opposite to 3705. He picked up the cigarette butt, walked over to throw it away, and turned around to see the door of Zhang Zhun’s room. This must be the path God showed him.

He pressed the doorbell, waited for a while, and the door opened. Zhang Zhun was only wearing a pair of boxers, and his temples were wet. He must have just washed his face. Zhen Xin wore a dazzling hand-painted T-shirt, a pair of white sneakers on his feet, and his hair Curly, handsome standing outside the door.

Zhang Zhun also thought he was handsome, so he didn’t dare to look at him, and half-closed the door, leaving a suitable gap for him: “What’s the matter?”

Zhen Xin liked the inexplicable atmosphere when he was with him: “No Please let me in?”

Zhang Zhun looked very embarrassed: “It’s a bit late.”

Zhen Xin forced him: “He can go in, but I can’t?”

Zhang Zhun knew who he was talking about, and gave him a somewhat angry look: “Tomorrow’s show.”

Zhen Xin put her hands on the door panel, exerting a little force, but the strength was not great. It was easy for Zhang Zhun to stop him, but the door slowly opened, and there was a suitable gap Opening up inappropriately, let Zhen Xin come in generously.

The barbell and spring tensioner were indeed on the couch by the window, and the push-up rack was by the TV, and he smiled, laughing at his own naivety: “Are you talking about me?”

The tone was like a greeting, and the eyes were also casual. After the sofa and the TV, he scanned the messy bed again, and finally landed on Zhang Zhun’s face, which looked very nervous: “No…”

Zhen Xin Looking at him, he walked towards him while watching: “I met him.”

Zhang Zhun immediately looked at the bridge of his nose, chin, and tiger’s mouth. He didn’t see the wound. He was relieved in his heart, but his mouth was turbulent. Not surprised: “Senior brother doesn’t sound nice, but he’s not a bad person.”

Zhen Xin was also looking at him, seeing his subtly gathered lower edge of pectoral muscles, beautiful and vivid abdominal muscles and deeply sunken mermaid line, following the lines on the two sides. He looked all the way down: “Speak for him like this…”

At this time, someone knocked on the door, and there was a loud knock. Zhang Zhun hurried to look at the door mirror, but it was Wu Rong. The bathroom pusher: “You go in first and wait later.”

“Why,” Zhen Xin had already guessed who was outside: “I’m not afraid of him.”

Zhang Zhun pursed his lips, hesitating, showing a panicked expression: “He Ask me about KTV…”

“What’s wrong with KTV?” Zhen Xin let the door ring, without any sign of shame: “I like you, it’s none of his business.”

Zhang Zhun didn’t know why he was so shy She got up, but her face couldn’t stop blushing: “Why do you love me…”

Zhen Xin grabbed him and kissed him stickily, her lips and tongue were hot, and her breath was scorching. Zhun broke away from him with red eyes: “He comes in, you go.”

Zhen Xin was reluctant, but seeing Zhang Zhun’s worried look, he said, “Okay.” The

door opened, Wu Rong came in, and as soon as he entered the room, he saw Zhen Xin: “Hey, I’m fucking walking on the front foot, so you have trouble with the back foot, right?” The

push-up stand next to the TV was useless for Zhen Xin, so he copied it and used it. Zhang Zhun blocked Zhen Xin with his body Moving towards the door, Wu Rong jumped and scolded: “I can’t see you anymore, believe it or not, I will break your legs!”

Zhen Xin had never been humiliated like this before, one inch forward was a hero, and one inch behind was a coward, he clenched his fists, thinking about Zhang Zhun, twisted open the door, and walked away with his head buried.

He didn’t know how he went back to the room, how he turned his face, or how he got into bed. It wasn’t until Feng Yunting’s phone call came that he was that all-powerful actor again.

“Honey, did you miss me?” Zhen Xin said “Of course I do” on the other end of the phone, but her heart was in a mess. She uncontrollably opened the speaker, pressed the home button, then clicked on the photo album, and went to Scroll down and find the photo: Under the dim light, Zhang Zhun’s face is half asleep, with milky white bodily fluids on his face.

“Let me tell you, I have a month’s vacation…” The other end was acting coquettishly, but Zhen Xin touched her hand down, panting rapidly while touching, as if burning from throat to nasal cavity, making him unscrupulous, Feng Yunting heard it, and asked in disbelief: “What are you doing…”

Zhen Xin kept her hands on her hands, and said

rascally, “Nothing.”

Smiling sweetly: “You are so annoying!”