After saying this, Zhou Ziheng let go of Lin Mo's wrist, and put his hands in the pockets of his suit pants.

Lin Mo has never met Zhou Ziheng, but his intuition has already told him that there must be some relationship between Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xiqing. He touched his wrist with a smile, glanced at Xia Xiqing, and nodded meaningfully, "I have not experienced much in the world." ah…"

Xia Xiqing in the mirror raised his eyebrows, Lin Mo felt bored, and left the dressing room with a smile. The door closed again, leaving only Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xiqing in the room.

I don't know why, the aggressive confidence just now suddenly disappeared like a deflated balloon, Zhou Ziheng felt that he was simply meddling, maybe Xia Xiqing was looking forward to this "reunion" ", maybe he ruined other people's good things.

The more I thought about it, the more unpleasant it became, but suddenly I heard laughter. Zhou Ziheng came back to his senses and saw Xia Xiqing couldn't hold back the smile, lowering his head and laughing louder and louder.

"What are you laughing at?" Zhou Ziheng was a little annoyed, he laughed at him even though he was clearly helping him.

Xia Xiqing was about to laugh out of tears. He tried his best to calm down, and looked up at Zhou Ziheng who was standing beside him, "Not yet experienced in the world?" On the armrest, looking at Zhou Ziheng's eyes bent into two crescent moons.

Not to mention anything else, there's nothing wrong with this face paired with the words "inexperienced in the world". Zhou Ziheng thought to himself.

Xia Xiqing's eyes were bright, and his face looked like a handful of stars had been crushed. He tapped his fingers lightly on his cheeks, repeating what Zhou Ziheng said to Lin Mo just now, "We are all in the same circle, and you and I have a lot of things to say." It's not surprising." As he spoke, his voice slowed down, and the ending sound was like a cloud that was swept away by the wind in the afternoon.

"It's not surprising..." He stretched out a hand and touched the soft fabric of Zhou Ziheng's white sweater. His slender forefinger had distinct knuckles, tracing the texture of weaving like a paintbrush. An ambiguous arc.

Suddenly, his index finger clasped the belt buckle on Zhou Ziheng's waist, and he raised his eyes to meet Zhou Ziheng's gaze.

"Which things are you not surprised by?"

Zhou Ziheng frowned slightly, which was the sexiest expression in Xia Xiqing's eyes.

This man is simply...

"I'm just making an excuse." Zhou Ziheng pulled his hand out of his pocket, trying to take his restless fingers away from his belt, but just as he held his slender fingers, Xia Xiqing grabbed them with his backhand, and his fingers snapped abruptly. Embedded in Zhou Ziheng's fingers, clasped his hand tightly.

"Why do you want to get ahead?"

Fingers clasped together, such a word should be the most tender and sweet word in Zhou Ziheng's eyes, but at this moment Xia Xiqing is more like a gangster who put a knife on the victim's neck. Paranoid, arrogant, determined.

The intertwined fingers produced burning hallucinations, and the alarm in Zhou Ziheng's heart sounded again. He tried to break Xia Xiqing's hand away, but his eyes inadvertently glanced at the wound on his lip. He didn't want to hurt him again, so he had to give up and pretend With an expression of indifference, he replied coldly, "I'm not famous. There are a lot of people here, and I don't want to be rumored that 'photographers have hidden rules for models, and well-known actors turn a blind eye'."

It's really interesting, it's so interesting to make excuses, Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows, and secretly pressed his fingers to suppress Zhou Ziheng's attempt to escape, "So it doesn't matter if you offend the photographer before shooting?"

"What am I afraid of? To me, there is no difference between the finished film in the studio and the raw picture taken by passers-by."

Zhou Ziheng spoke boldly and calmly, while Xia Xiqing's eyes scanned his whole body.

You are right.

"A perfectionist like Lin Mo won't ruin his work for such a small thing." After saying this, Zhou Ziheng felt that Xia Xiqing's hand seemed to relax a bit, and he took the opportunity to use his other hand to break his hand away .

relieved. Not quite. Zhou Ziheng turned his finger that was sore from being held by him, and put it back into the pocket of his suit pants.

Xia Xiqing, who had finished holding hands, had an expression of escaped prey on his face. He stood up from the chair and stretched out his hands to help Zhou Ziheng straighten his high collar. The hand that had tightly clasped fingers turned red. After straightening his collar, he raised his eyes slightly and looked into Zhou Ziheng's eyes.

"I like it when you look at me with your head half down." Xia Xiqing's voice was extremely gentle, and his hands slipped from the edge of the turtleneck of the sweater to his broad shoulders. "It makes me want to kiss you so much."

Zhou Ziheng stretched out his hand to hold Xia Xiqing's body that was trying to get closer, but he didn't push it away forcefully, "Someone can come in here at any time."

Xia Xiqing couldn't help laughing.

This sentence is really ambiguous.

As if something was going to happen to them.

He tilted his head, and there was a sly look in his eyes, "So...you mean, if it's a place where no one is around, I can kiss you?"

Swapping concepts is a terrible skill.

Zhou Ziheng was a little agitated by his teasing, and he couldn't explain why. Xia Xiqing was so proficient in these methods that he didn't need to react. It almost became a conditioned reflex, and he knew how many people he had tried without thinking.

Thinking that these routines have been practiced repeatedly by him on countless people, Zhou Ziheng felt uncomfortable, his breath was stuck in his chest, and his tone was unconsciously harsh, "Do you think I didn't bite hard enough last time?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Xiqing stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked his own lips, licking the **** scab, as if tasting delicious food, "It's very cruel." His hands moved from his shoulders to the back of his neck, Looking up at Zhou Ziheng slightly in a kiss-seeking posture.

"Next time it's better to bite where you can't see it."

Zhou Ziheng shook off his hand, and took a step back, "Stop thinking about me."

"What's your idea?" Xia Xiqing sat back on his chair, picked up the mobile phone on the dressing table, "Do you think I want to come? Who urged my assistant to pick me up? Who promised me to come here by myself?" You regret it halfway, and are you still worried that I won’t come to confirm again?”

Every sentence hit Zhou Ziheng's weakness, and he could hardly find the right words to reply to Xia Xiqing's rhetorical question.

Xia Xiqing asked again, "Why do you go back on your word?"

This is the point that Zhou Ziheng is unwilling to talk about. He didn't even want to delve into the reason why he suddenly felt uncomfortable after seeing Xia Xiqing liking that Weibo.

"I have nothing to say."

Zhou Ziheng didn't want to lie, nor did he want to make excuses.

Just when Xia Xiqing wanted to press for questions, Shane came back with the special effects makeup artist, and complained in a low voice about Lin Mo's troubles and trivialities as soon as he entered the door. Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng pretended nothing happened and sat in their respective seats. Zhou Ziheng's hairdresser also came back.

"Ziheng, I just discussed with them, we think wet hair will be more sexy," the hair stylist grabbed Zhou Ziheng's blown hair, "but it won't be very wet, the forehead part," she grabbed a part , press and hold the spray, spray until the water is about to drip, but the water droplets will accumulate on the tip of the hanging hair.

The special effects makeup artist painted a long scar on Xia Xiqing's face, but he felt it was not enough.

"Can it be painted with the effect of skin and flesh bursting?" Xia Xiqing smiled and said to the makeup artist, "I think the impact will be greater."

After the makeup and hair were all ready, Xia Xiqing watched Zhou Ziheng put on the gold-rimmed glasses, his deep eyebrows and eyes were imprisoned by the golden frame, paired with a turtleneck sweater, there was an indescribable sense of abstinence.

He took one last look at himself in the mirror, the torn black shirt, the exposed skin, the horrific cuts on his face, the bloodstains and scabs painted on his lips. It really does look like a poor victim.

The studio was set up against a solid black background, with a Baroque style light brown walnut upholstered armchair in the middle.

"Xi Qing, you sit on the chair first, I'll take two photos to test the light." Lin Mo raised his chin towards Xia Xiqing, Xia Xiqing walked over and sat on the chair.

"Separate your legs a little bit, yes, lean your back on the chair, and raise your head," Lin Mo instructed while pressing the shutter to capture every expression of Xia Xiqing.

After checking the photos just taken, Lin Mo was quite satisfied, "Come on Ziheng too."

Xia Xiqing turned his head and saw Zhou Ziheng walking from the dark, with long legs wrapped in suit pants and a dark gray herringbone coat over a white sweater. He lowered his head and carefully put the white With surgical rubber gloves on, the moment he looked up, the eyes under the golden eyes narrowed slightly under the strong light of the reflector.

If all perverted killers had this face, many people would come to die. Xia Xiqing sighed sincerely.

The cover of the two-person magazine is not easy to shoot. Most magazines choose the safest and simplest left-right position, but Lin Mo obviously doesn't want to use such a boring posture.

"Xi Qing was sitting on the chair, and Zi Heng went around behind the chair and stood behind him." Lin Mo said again, "From now on, you must remember your identity, a perverted murderer, and an innocent victim." by. Freedom to play.”

Zhou Ziheng stood behind Xia Xiqing. The two of them tried several different stances, but there was something wrong with them. The moment the shutter was pressed, Zhou Ziheng's mind was blank. He knew that he hadn't entered the state yet. Photos are impossible to grab attention.

Lin Mo shot a group, and the makeup artist came up to fix Zhou Ziheng's hair, "I feel that the concept of this time is very difficult to shoot."

Zhou Ziheng nodded. After watching the movie, Lin Mo walked up to him and said to the makeup artist, "I don't think the makeup look is enough. It's better to be more **** and explicit."

The makeup artist was also a little confused, "Now don't let the filming go too far, even if it is filmed, it can't be the cover."

"It's okay to be reserved." Lin Mo showed a little impatient expression, "If you can't handle it, let someone else do it." After speaking, he walked to the side and lit a cigarette for himself.

The makeup artist's expression became awkward, Xia Xiqing looked at Zhou Ziheng standing there, indeed, it would be better if there was a little more blood.

"Excuse me, do you have any paint?" Xia Xiqing walked to the special effects makeup artist, "I guess there should be a lot of red paint on your side, the kind that just painted my wound is fine."

Zhou Ziheng closed his eyes and asked the makeup artist to spray water on himself again. Suddenly, the sound of the spray stopped abruptly.

"Ziheng."

Xia Xiqing's voice. Zhou Ziheng opened his eyes, a liquid splashed on his face, almost fascinated his eyes, he quickly closed his eyes, frowning, "What are you doing?"

"Is this okay?"

The red paint that he threw onto Zhou Ziheng's face just now looked like gushing blood, adhering to his chiseled face, from the strands of wet hair hanging down his forehead, to the deep eye sockets, from the cheekbones, to the lips. side.

Xia Xiqing handed the brush and the plate stained with sticky red paint to the makeup assistant, took the gold-rimmed glasses from Zhou Ziheng's hand, and gently put them on Zhou Ziheng's face.

This is like a real killer.

Lin Mo also came over, and the satisfied expression on his face could hardly be concealed, "Okay, very good, that's how it feels."

After solving this problem, Xia Xiqing returned to his chair. Zhou Ziheng followed his figure from the corner of his eye. He seemed to be a little tired. When he sat down, he arched his back slightly, resting his forehead with his hands, and his slightly curly hair Scattered covering the face.

The neckline of that wide shirt was open, and from Zhou Ziheng's perspective, he could clearly see the outline of his collarbone, collarbone, ribs, continuously winding downward muscle lines, and the looming, slightly undulating chest.

He suddenly thought of the first time he met Xia Xiqing in the secret room.

Xia Xiqing, who was half bent, used his handcuffed hands to untie the ropes on his legs, in a submissive gesture of bowing his head.

"Do you have handcuffs here?"

Hearing these words, Xia Xiqing, who lowered his head, suddenly raised his head and looked at Zhou Ziheng. I have to admit that Zhou Ziheng unexpectedly liked his surprise, and he didn't feel at all that he had already entered that state.

"Yes, yes." Shane looked at Xia Xiqing, "Xi Qing, can you wear handcuffs?"

Xia Xiqing laughed, "No problem, obey the arrangement."

Shane immediately ordered his assistant to get it, and said with a smile, "It just coincides with the scene at the beginning of "Get Out." The assistant brought the handcuffs and was about to hand them to Xia Xiqing when Lin Mo interrupted , "Give it to Ziheng, let Ziheng wear it. The makeup artists are all out, and it's time to shoot."

Zhou Ziheng took the handcuffs from the assistant, walked to Xia Xiqing's side, and knelt on the ground with one knee. Xia Xiqing, who was leaning on the chair, stretched out both hands in front of him, and the silver handcuffs were locked with a click.

This feeling is all too familiar. The sound of the shutter kept ringing in his ears, Xia Xiqing's eyes looked at Zhou Ziheng's, watching him stand up and walk around behind him.

"Zi Heng bent down, put his face close to Xi Qing's ear, yes, pinch his chin."

"Very good, I feel it, keep this movement." Lin Mo changed the angle and patted, even the assistants around him could hear it, his voice was full of excitement, "Zi Heng stretched out his hand and pinched it with his right hand Hold his jaw."

The first group of photos took nearly an hour, and the effect was so amazing that the staff in the two sheds were all amazed.

"The expressiveness of these two people is simply too powerful."

"I can't believe it's an amateur, it looks so good."

"Don't be an idiot, hurry up and get to work."

When choosing the film, Lin Mo and the director of the magazine had almost the same opinion, and they both chose the same film.

In the picture, Xia Xiqing is sitting on a delicate and gorgeous wine red upholstered armchair with his hands handcuffed. Zhou Ziheng, with blood splattered on his face, stood behind him, his right hand wearing a white rubber glove pinched Xia Xiqing's chin from behind, forcing him to raise his head slightly.

The other white glove was bitten off by him, and he held it to his mouth with his teeth. He stroked Xia Xiqing's mandible with his bare hand, and his index finger almost reached between Xia Xiqing's slightly opened lips.

Both looked directly at the camera. The eyes under the gold-rimmed glasses are indifferent and cruel, mixed with the pleasure of a certain desire to succeed.

And Xia Xiqing, who raised his head, lowered his eyelids, his eyes seemed to be calling for help through the lens, but there was a look of enjoyment on his face.

It's wonderful.

The latter two scenes are all shot on the inside of a single person. The scene of Zhou Ziheng is in front of the wardrobe in the bedroom. There is a full-length mirror embedded in the opened door of the wardrobe. The styling assistant took away the glasses for him.

"Imagine that you have killed him now, and then you go back to your own room and change out the soiled clothes." Lin Mo adjusted the machine and pointed it at Zhou Ziheng, "Look at yourself in the mirror, that's right. "

Zhou Ziheng pulled up the hem of the sweater, hooked the sweater with his right elbow, and exposed the right side of his body. Standing outside the field, Xia Xiqing held a glass of drink in his hand, and looked at Zhou Ziheng's exposed abdominal muscles and mermaid lines with great enjoyment. To be honest, it has more impact than he imagined before, and this figure is really exciting.

The cold liquid was inhaled along the straw, but the throat became even drier.

"Hold the clothes on both elbows, look at the mirror with your eyes, yes." Lin Mo changed the angle and got closer, "Take it off, wipe the blood spots on your face with your fingers, and lift your chin, it's very good."

Xia Xiqing's eyes were fixed on Zhou Ziheng's entire exposed back, the back muscles that were constantly being pulled by the movements, and the thin and narrow waist that extended downward.

Teeth couldn't help biting the mouth of the straw.

Tsk, it's so annoying to see what you can't eat.

When it came to Xia Xiqing's solo shoot, the venue was changed to a bathroom with a bathtub filled with hot water. Lin Mo and Xia Xiqing discussed the idea of ​​shooting, and Zhou Ziheng, who had changed into another set of clothes to rest, watched the previous film under the arrangement of the photography assistant.

Xia Xiqing lay down in the bathtub, the warm water flooded his body, and the silk shirt stuck to his skin. Xia Xiqing leaned his head on the front of the bathtub, with his arms resting on the edge. Lin Mo thought this posture was good, so he took a few pictures, and then called a stylist, brought a long white lace belt three fingers wide, and walked to Xia Xiqing's side .

"Try this on your eyes." The stylist followed Lin Mo's arrangement and gently placed the white lace on Xia Xiqing's eyes.

"Lighting engineer, over there, the lighting should be yellowish."

Zhou Ziheng sat on the side, looking at Xia Xiqing who was lying in the bathtub, his eyes were covered with a long white lace belt, giving him a gloomy beauty. There are too many neutral style people in this circle, they have more delicate faces than most girls, but in Zhou Ziheng's aesthetic system, those who are packaged as beautiful are not enough to be called beautiful.

After watching the previous video, Lin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, "I think it's not enough," he called the director and Shane, "make all the water in this bathtub red."

"No." The director shook his head, and directly rejected his decision, "The one on Ziheng's face just now was considered a side ball, and this kind of large area is absolutely not acceptable."

Shane shrugged, "I told you so."

Zhou Ziheng sat on the other side and heard it clearly. He turned his head and waved to Xiao Luo.

"It's just a close call." Lin Mo felt very dissatisfied. His perfectionism did not allow him to compromise at this time. He called the editor-in-chief of the magazine again to negotiate, but the result was still negative. Several people were arguing in the studio, almost quarreling.

Discussions and quarrels have been going on for more than ten minutes. The water in the bathtub is gradually cooling down. Xia Xiqing feels tired. From an artistic point of view, he understands Lin Mo's persistence, but art and whether it can be released is another matter. thing. He took down Bai Laisi, turned his neck, and turned to look at Zhou Ziheng.

Zhou Ziheng who was sitting in the distance also met his eyes, but only for a moment, he stood up and walked to the center of the quarrel.

"I have an idea." Zhou Ziheng said.

The few people who were still arguing stopped, and Xia Xiqing also sat up slowly from the bathtub, bent one leg, and put his arm on it.

"What's your idea?" Lin Mo, who was suddenly interrupted, was obviously a little dissatisfied, and he was unwilling to compromise at all. He didn't think that an actor had the ability to persuade him from the perspective of artistic aesthetics.

Xiao Luo walked in suddenly, holding two large bouquets of red roses in his hands, followed by another three big bouquets in the hands of the florist who followed him, each bouquet of flowers was full and warm, almost covering their eyes The upper body is really eye-catching, "Ziheng, the flowers are here."

Zhou Ziheng took a bunch of them, those petals were delicate and fresh, but he stretched out his right hand to grab a bunch without mercy, tore the petals on it, walked to Xia Xiqing's side, and crushed the petals in his hands Sprinkle a handful of flower petals in the tub.

"This is my idea."

The petals fell from the air and landed on the water. Through the falling petals, Zhou Ziheng clearly saw that there was a trace of surprise in Xia Xiqing's eyes. He smiled slightly, turned around, and handed the bouquet to the stylist.

Lin Mo was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly burst out laughing. He was really surprised.

A bathtub full of red, that's what he wanted.

"There are five bouquets of roses here, and each bouquet has ninety-nine flowers, which should be enough to cover this bathtub."

The stylist also saw that Lin Mo was conquered by this idea, so he immediately started to tear up the roses and sprinkle them into the bathtub. There was nothing wrong with Zhou Ziheng standing aside, so he helped the staff spread the petals in the bathtub. He has always been a good-natured and unassuming person, and he often quietly helps on the set, which has become a habit.

A petal passed through his hand, and slowly wandered to Xia Xiqing's chest with the water waves, where it fit closely with the broken and wet black shirt.

"How did you come up with this idea?" Xia Xiqing asked softly with his head raised on the edge of the bathtub. The stylist came over and tidied Xia Xiqing's hair, and put the white lace on his eyes again.

Zhou Ziheng didn't speak, but moved the water surface silently. When his finger was pulled away from the water surface, a petal was picked up on his fingertip.

Just now when he was sitting on the side watching Xia Xiqing, such a scene popped up in his mind, which does not require any aesthetic knowledge or artistic perception.

Zhou Ziheng took off the petal and gently placed it on Xia Xiqing's lips.

[Only roses are worthy of you. ]

That's what he thought, but he didn't want to tell Xia Xiqing.

At least not now.