Chapter 15
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As a coastal city, there are countless islands nearby. The crew asked the local people to find an island suitable for shooting. It is about 5 nautical miles away from the shore. The scenery is beautiful. Many photography teams came here to shoot documentaries.
As soon as Song Yi got off the boat, the sun was clear and cloudless. The blue beach embraces the green island. It was as beautiful as a picture.
Beautiful scenery always makes people feel relaxed and happy. Most of the crew are young people who love to play. They take pictures like Sahuan. Director Yang has a look. He can't get into the working state at all. He just took a three hour vacation to let everyone relax and relax.
Song Yi is not interested in self-shooting. She helps the crew set up tents. She is so tired in the sun that she gets into the tent and changes her clothes. As soon as she comes out, director Yang stands outside with an umbrella and looks like she is waiting for Song Yi.
"Xiao Song..." Yang Dao looks at Song Yi lovingly.
Song Yi vaguely felt that it was no good, and called out a respectful Yang Dao.
Director Yang nodded, "your recent plays are in good condition, full of emotion, and the key points are in place."
"Because it's a good guide, I'll learn from you." Song Yi smiles modestly.
Chatting with someone who can talk is in a good mood. Director Yang laughs, "you are the only actor in the crew who I don't have to worry about."
It's easy to understand when you say it once and play it over again. Don't worry too much about it.
Yang Qiyi has already asked him for a job.
Gu Xingchuan is the only one in the whole crew to ask him to do. Song Yi doesn't beat around the bush. "I'm very tired looking at you. I can share anything with you."
Director Yang looked at him with admiration and said with deep heart: "Xingchuan has a play. He has been unable to grasp the emotional fluctuation point. As a senior member of the crew, I hope you can tell him about the drama."
Song Yi thought that it was not satisfied with the shooting, but Yang did not dare to find fault with young master Gu, so he pushed Songyi out to the thunder.
"Well, I'm very happy to be able to share my worries and solve difficulties for director Yang." Song Yi's face is pure and harmless.
Yang encouraged patting him on the shoulder, "I know the relationship between you and Gu Xingchuan. It's a bit embarrassing for you, but the man of the past has passed. After this village, there is a next shop. There is no need to hang on a tree."
Director Yang finished, and when he was about to leave, he said, "do a good job. After shooting this film, I'll take you to have a few dinners. A good actor like you can't be buried."
Song Yi shows a grateful smile. This business is cost-effective. In the circle, interpersonal relationship is sometimes more important than strength.
Song Yi, unlike Gu Xingchuan, has a rich father who is born a winner in life. Everything depends on his own efforts.
Gu Xingchuan is sitting under the sunshade. When Song Yi walks by, he is writing something.
Song Yi takes a look from behind. Gu Xingchuan is seriously writing notes for his lines. He is fluent, thin and clean, and Mu Ruo Qingfeng. All of them say that the characters are like their own, but Gu Xingchuan's words are just the opposite of his people.
Gu Xingchuan noticed the movement, looked back at him, coldly lifted his jaw, "something?"
Song Yi got to the point, sat opposite him, and said with a smile, "director Yang asked me to tell you about the opera. Do you have anything to ask?"
"Let Yang Qiguo come to me by himself." Gu Xingchuan closed the script, no doubt.
Song Yi didn't care whether he was happy or not, but for the sake of work efficiency, she said patiently, "we are friends. Friends help each other. It's proper for me to help you with the drama."
Gu Xingchuan relaxed his attitude and examined Song Yi, "do you tell me about the opera? Do you have the skill? "
No matter how, it's better than you. Song Yi was the one who won the drama award before. He was calm and said in a dignified voice: "we learn from each other and make progress together."
Gu Xingchuan squinted and threw the script to Song Yi. "Since you want to learn from me, you can have a good look."
Song Yi was not angry. After a careful look, Gu Xingchuan circled several places in the script that he didn't quite understand.
He thought about it and explained it carefully and patiently.
In the past, when the teacher was not in the troupe, Song Yi was responsible for training the new younger martial brothers and sisters and teaching people how to act. He was very professional.
Gu Xingchuan listens attentively, his eyes are focused, and his arrogant appearance is completely different in peacetime. It can be seen that his questions have been considered by himself.
Song Yi answers them carefully one by one. She takes time to look at him and feels something in her heart.
Before entering the group, Song Yi felt that Gu Xingchuan was an expensive young master who couldn't bear hardships. He was just a fool in shooting, but he didn't want Gu Xingchuan to work hard these days. He was more hardworking than some old actors.
Although the acting skills are a little bit tender, it is inevitable to act for the first time. In time, he will also be a good actor.
He thought about it carefully. In fact, it was interesting. Song Yi had seen some of Gu Xingchuan's powerful families. Those princes were either racing or sleeping in flowers and willows at night. In short, they had a few bad habits.Compared with these people, Gu Xingchuan's sports can no longer be healthy.
At the end of the night, the crew had a bonfire party, took out the barbecue and BBQ together.
Some people sang and danced around the campfire. Song Yi held her arms and enjoyed it for a while, and returned to the tent early to rest.
It's too tiring to film these days. Song Yi sleeps in the late middle of the night. She hears the sound of the zipper of the tent open and the bed beside her is heavily sunken. It seems that someone has sat down.
In the middle of the night, Song Yi was startled and opened her eyes. Gu Xingchuan was about to lie down with a pillow. When she saw Song Yi awake, she was sitting upright and calmly pointed to the blue sleeping lamp beside her, "do you want me to turn off the light?"
Song Yi Zheng for a few seconds, in the heart scolds the neuropathy, the person frightens people to death, does not know?
"What do you want?"
Gu Xingchuan rightfully said: "there are too many mosquitoes in my tent. I want to trade with you."
Song Yi is also a person, also afraid of mosquito bite, not angry said: "how can I exchange with you?"
Don't take such a bully.
Gu Xingchuan's body is inclined, lying lazily beside Song Yi, pulling Song Yi's little cool quilt at will.
Looking at Gu Xingchuan's enlarged face and pasted body, Song Yi immediately sat up and said, "what are you doing?"
With this roar, song Yicai realized that she was cool. The night on the island was too stuffy, and the tent was airtight. Before going to bed, he only took off his underwear.
Gu Xingchuan slowly side head, looking at him, eyes up and down.
For the first time, I saw Song Yi take off like this. She was thin but not naked. Her skin was white and pure. Her whole body was covered with a layer of muggy moisture, which was suffused with light pink. It was like a peach peeled with a layer of skin.
No glasses, usually calm and heartless eyes angry, in the dark appears particularly bright, like a star, white greasy neck, clear and delicate outline of the clavicle.
Further down Gu Xingchuan first saw this place has such a fresh color.
I just want to gnaw.
Because the waist line collapsed tightly and cleanly, it was very thin and had the right strength, which made people want to pinch the waist and press down.
Gu Xingchuan thought of those girlfriends in Europe in the 19th century. They should envy Song Yi and have such a beautiful waist without suffering.
Song Yi was angry and looked at Gu Xingchuan, "don't think I dare not fight with you!"
the clay figurine has three points of fire, and the rabbit will jump off the wall when he is in a hurry. What's more, he is not good at fighting.
Gu ran Sichuan narrowly narrowed his eyes and dragged the small cool of Song Yi to himself. The air was full of shallow Platycodon perfume on Song Yi's body. It was fresh and cool on this scorching night, and it was very pleasant to smell.
"I changed the tent with you, you go out now, don't disturb my rest." Gu Xingchuan yawned lazily and closed his eyes.
Damn it! There's no royal law! There's no law of heaven!
is there anyone to take care of him!
Song Yi's anger is not good, his fist is clenched, and he's afraid that one can't help but slap Gu Xingchuan in the face, "Gu Xingchuan, you're a rogue."
Gu Xingchuan opened one eye to look at him, then closed it comfortably, adjusted his breathing evenly and pretended to be asleep.
Song Yi's eyes were like the blade of a knife on Gu Xingchuan's face. After watching for a long time, Gu Xingchuan didn't react at all. He was thick skinned and went through the corner of the city wall.
Song Yicai would not leave his tent in Gu Xingchuan. There is no such good thing in the world.
He lay down with his teeth clenching and pulling the quilt, but Gu Xingchuan was as strong as a cow and couldn't pull it.
Song Yi takes a deep breath, turns over, closes her eyes, curls up and recites the mantra of tranquility.
The tent was not big. It was only for one person to rest. Now there are two big men lying in the tent. Gu Xingchuan can touch Song Yi's back with a finger lift.
In the night, the tide rose and fell, beating the beach, and all was silent.
After a long time, Gu Xingchuan heard Song Yi's long breath, a beat, a beat, small, in the night, like a raindrop on the heart.
"Asleep?" Gu Xingchuan asked softly.
Song Yi murmured, I don't know what I dreamed of.
Gu Xingchuan gets close to him and grabs Song Yi's curly hair behind her head. Song Yi has no response.
"Sleep dead?"
Gu Xingchuan, with an inch in his stride, approached Song Yi's ear and looked at his handsome side face from top to bottom.
His eyelashes are black and fluffy, like those woven with velvet, and the soft touch of lips. Gu Xingchuan still remembers how can a man have such soft lips?
Gu Xingchuan rolled his throat knot a few times and leaned over to Song Yi's ear. His deep voice enunciated clearly: "Song Yi, don't sleep, let's play!" www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
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As a coastal city, there are countless islands nearby. The crew asked the local people to find an island suitable for shooting. It is about 5 nautical miles away from the shore. The scenery is beautiful. Many photography teams came here to shoot documentaries.
As soon as Song Yi got off the boat, the sun was clear and cloudless. The blue beach embraces the green island. It was as beautiful as a picture.
Beautiful scenery always makes people feel relaxed and happy. Most of the crew are young people who love to play. They take pictures like Sahuan. Director Yang has a look. He can't get into the working state at all. He just took a three hour vacation to let everyone relax and relax.
Song Yi is not interested in self-shooting. She helps the crew set up tents. She is so tired in the sun that she gets into the tent and changes her clothes. As soon as she comes out, director Yang stands outside with an umbrella and looks like she is waiting for Song Yi.
"Xiao Song..." Yang Dao looks at Song Yi lovingly.
Song Yi vaguely felt that it was no good, and called out a respectful Yang Dao.
Director Yang nodded, "your recent plays are in good condition, full of emotion, and the key points are in place."
"Because it's a good guide, I'll learn from you." Song Yi smiles modestly.
Chatting with someone who can talk is in a good mood. Director Yang laughs, "you are the only actor in the crew who I don't have to worry about."
It's easy to understand when you say it once and play it over again. Don't worry too much about it.
Yang Qiyi has already asked him for a job.
Gu Xingchuan is the only one in the whole crew to ask him to do. Song Yi doesn't beat around the bush. "I'm very tired looking at you. I can share anything with you."
Director Yang looked at him with admiration and said with deep heart: "Xingchuan has a play. He has been unable to grasp the emotional fluctuation point. As a senior member of the crew, I hope you can tell him about the drama."
Song Yi thought that it was not satisfied with the shooting, but Yang did not dare to find fault with young master Gu, so he pushed Songyi out to the thunder.
"Well, I'm very happy to be able to share my worries and solve difficulties for director Yang." Song Yi's face is pure and harmless.
Yang encouraged patting him on the shoulder, "I know the relationship between you and Gu Xingchuan. It's a bit embarrassing for you, but the man of the past has passed. After this village, there is a next shop. There is no need to hang on a tree."
Director Yang finished, and when he was about to leave, he said, "do a good job. After shooting this film, I'll take you to have a few dinners. A good actor like you can't be buried."
Song Yi shows a grateful smile. This business is cost-effective. In the circle, interpersonal relationship is sometimes more important than strength.
Song Yi, unlike Gu Xingchuan, has a rich father who is born a winner in life. Everything depends on his own efforts.
Gu Xingchuan is sitting under the sunshade. When Song Yi walks by, he is writing something.
Song Yi takes a look from behind. Gu Xingchuan is seriously writing notes for his lines. He is fluent, thin and clean, and Mu Ruo Qingfeng. All of them say that the characters are like their own, but Gu Xingchuan's words are just the opposite of his people.
Gu Xingchuan noticed the movement, looked back at him, coldly lifted his jaw, "something?"
Song Yi got to the point, sat opposite him, and said with a smile, "director Yang asked me to tell you about the opera. Do you have anything to ask?"
"Let Yang Qiguo come to me by himself." Gu Xingchuan closed the script, no doubt.
Song Yi didn't care whether he was happy or not, but for the sake of work efficiency, she said patiently, "we are friends. Friends help each other. It's proper for me to help you with the drama."
Gu Xingchuan relaxed his attitude and examined Song Yi, "do you tell me about the opera? Do you have the skill? "
No matter how, it's better than you. Song Yi was the one who won the drama award before. He was calm and said in a dignified voice: "we learn from each other and make progress together."
Gu Xingchuan squinted and threw the script to Song Yi. "Since you want to learn from me, you can have a good look."
Song Yi was not angry. After a careful look, Gu Xingchuan circled several places in the script that he didn't quite understand.
He thought about it and explained it carefully and patiently.
In the past, when the teacher was not in the troupe, Song Yi was responsible for training the new younger martial brothers and sisters and teaching people how to act. He was very professional.
Gu Xingchuan listens attentively, his eyes are focused, and his arrogant appearance is completely different in peacetime. It can be seen that his questions have been considered by himself.
Song Yi answers them carefully one by one. She takes time to look at him and feels something in her heart.
Before entering the group, Song Yi felt that Gu Xingchuan was an expensive young master who couldn't bear hardships. He was just a fool in shooting, but he didn't want Gu Xingchuan to work hard these days. He was more hardworking than some old actors.
Although the acting skills are a little bit tender, it is inevitable to act for the first time. In time, he will also be a good actor.
He thought about it carefully. In fact, it was interesting. Song Yi had seen some of Gu Xingchuan's powerful families. Those princes were either racing or sleeping in flowers and willows at night. In short, they had a few bad habits.Compared with these people, Gu Xingchuan's sports can no longer be healthy.
At the end of the night, the crew had a bonfire party, took out the barbecue and BBQ together.
Some people sang and danced around the campfire. Song Yi held her arms and enjoyed it for a while, and returned to the tent early to rest.
It's too tiring to film these days. Song Yi sleeps in the late middle of the night. She hears the sound of the zipper of the tent open and the bed beside her is heavily sunken. It seems that someone has sat down.
In the middle of the night, Song Yi was startled and opened her eyes. Gu Xingchuan was about to lie down with a pillow. When she saw Song Yi awake, she was sitting upright and calmly pointed to the blue sleeping lamp beside her, "do you want me to turn off the light?"
Song Yi Zheng for a few seconds, in the heart scolds the neuropathy, the person frightens people to death, does not know?
"What do you want?"
Gu Xingchuan rightfully said: "there are too many mosquitoes in my tent. I want to trade with you."
Song Yi is also a person, also afraid of mosquito bite, not angry said: "how can I exchange with you?"
Don't take such a bully.
Gu Xingchuan's body is inclined, lying lazily beside Song Yi, pulling Song Yi's little cool quilt at will.
Looking at Gu Xingchuan's enlarged face and pasted body, Song Yi immediately sat up and said, "what are you doing?"
With this roar, song Yicai realized that she was cool. The night on the island was too stuffy, and the tent was airtight. Before going to bed, he only took off his underwear.
Gu Xingchuan slowly side head, looking at him, eyes up and down.
For the first time, I saw Song Yi take off like this. She was thin but not naked. Her skin was white and pure. Her whole body was covered with a layer of muggy moisture, which was suffused with light pink. It was like a peach peeled with a layer of skin.
No glasses, usually calm and heartless eyes angry, in the dark appears particularly bright, like a star, white greasy neck, clear and delicate outline of the clavicle.
Further down Gu Xingchuan first saw this place has such a fresh color.
I just want to gnaw.
Because the waist line collapsed tightly and cleanly, it was very thin and had the right strength, which made people want to pinch the waist and press down.
Gu Xingchuan thought of those girlfriends in Europe in the 19th century. They should envy Song Yi and have such a beautiful waist without suffering.
Song Yi was angry and looked at Gu Xingchuan, "don't think I dare not fight with you!"
the clay figurine has three points of fire, and the rabbit will jump off the wall when he is in a hurry. What's more, he is not good at fighting.
Gu ran Sichuan narrowly narrowed his eyes and dragged the small cool of Song Yi to himself. The air was full of shallow Platycodon perfume on Song Yi's body. It was fresh and cool on this scorching night, and it was very pleasant to smell.
"I changed the tent with you, you go out now, don't disturb my rest." Gu Xingchuan yawned lazily and closed his eyes.
Damn it! There's no royal law! There's no law of heaven!
is there anyone to take care of him!
Song Yi's anger is not good, his fist is clenched, and he's afraid that one can't help but slap Gu Xingchuan in the face, "Gu Xingchuan, you're a rogue."
Gu Xingchuan opened one eye to look at him, then closed it comfortably, adjusted his breathing evenly and pretended to be asleep.
Song Yi's eyes were like the blade of a knife on Gu Xingchuan's face. After watching for a long time, Gu Xingchuan didn't react at all. He was thick skinned and went through the corner of the city wall.
Song Yicai would not leave his tent in Gu Xingchuan. There is no such good thing in the world.
He lay down with his teeth clenching and pulling the quilt, but Gu Xingchuan was as strong as a cow and couldn't pull it.
Song Yi takes a deep breath, turns over, closes her eyes, curls up and recites the mantra of tranquility.
The tent was not big. It was only for one person to rest. Now there are two big men lying in the tent. Gu Xingchuan can touch Song Yi's back with a finger lift.
In the night, the tide rose and fell, beating the beach, and all was silent.
After a long time, Gu Xingchuan heard Song Yi's long breath, a beat, a beat, small, in the night, like a raindrop on the heart.
"Asleep?" Gu Xingchuan asked softly.
Song Yi murmured, I don't know what I dreamed of.
Gu Xingchuan gets close to him and grabs Song Yi's curly hair behind her head. Song Yi has no response.
"Sleep dead?"
Gu Xingchuan, with an inch in his stride, approached Song Yi's ear and looked at his handsome side face from top to bottom.
His eyelashes are black and fluffy, like those woven with velvet, and the soft touch of lips. Gu Xingchuan still remembers how can a man have such soft lips?
Gu Xingchuan rolled his throat knot a few times and leaned over to Song Yi's ear. His deep voice enunciated clearly: "Song Yi, don't sleep, let's play!" www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
As a coastal city, there are countless islands nearby. The crew asked the local people to find an island suitable for shooting. It is about 5 nautical miles away from the shore. The scenery is beautiful. Many photography teams came here to shoot documentaries. As soon as Song Yi got off the boat, the sun was clear and cloudless. The blue beach embraces the green island. It was as beautiful as a picture. Beautiful scenery always makes people feel relaxed and happy. Most of the crew are young people who love to play. They take pictures like Sahuan. Director Yang has a look. He can't get into the working state at all. He just took a three hour vacation to let everyone relax and relax. Song Yi is not interested in self-shooting. She helps the crew set up tents. She is so tired in the sun that she gets into the tent and changes her clothes. As soon as she comes out, director Yang stands outside with an umbrella and looks like she is waiting for Song Yi. "Xiao Song..." Yang Dao looks at Song Yi lovingly. Song Yi vaguely felt that it was no good, and called out a respectful Yang Dao. Director Yang nodded, "your recent plays are in good condition, full of emotion, and the key points are in place." "Because it's a good guide, I'll learn from you." Song Yi smiles modestly. Chatting with someone who can talk is in a good mood. Director Yang laughs, "you are the only actor in the crew who I don't have to worry about." It's easy to understand when you say it once and play it over again. Don't worry too much about it. Yang Qiyi has already asked him for a job. Gu Xingchuan is the only one in the whole crew to ask him to do. Song Yi doesn't beat around the bush. "I'm very tired looking at you. I can share anything with you." Director Yang looked at him with admiration and said with deep heart: "Xingchuan has a play. He has been unable to grasp the emotional fluctuation point. As a senior member of the crew, I hope you can tell him about the drama." Song Yi thought that it was not satisfied with the shooting, but Yang did not dare to find fault with young master Gu, so he pushed Songyi out to the thunder. "Well, I'm very happy to be able to share my worries and solve difficulties for director Yang." Song Yi's face is pure and harmless. Yang encouraged patting him on the shoulder, "I know the relationship between you and Gu Xingchuan. It's a bit embarrassing for you, but the man of the past has passed. After this village, there is a next shop. There is no need to hang on a tree." Director Yang finished, and when he was about to leave, he said, "do a good job. After shooting this film, I'll take you to have a few dinners. A good actor like you can't be buried." Song Yi shows a grateful smile. This business is cost-effective. In the circle, interpersonal relationship is sometimes more important than strength. Song Yi, unlike Gu Xingchuan, has a rich father who is born a winner in life. Everything depends on his own efforts. Gu Xingchuan is sitting under the sunshade. When Song Yi walks by, he is writing something. Song Yi takes a look from behind. Gu Xingchuan is seriously writing notes for his lines. He is fluent, thin and clean, and Mu Ruo Qingfeng. All of them say that the characters are like their own, but Gu Xingchuan's words are just the opposite of his people. Gu Xingchuan noticed the movement, looked back at him, coldly lifted his jaw, "something?" Song Yi got to the point, sat opposite him, and said with a smile, "director Yang asked me to tell you about the opera. Do you have anything to ask?" "Let Yang Qiguo come to me by himself." Gu Xingchuan closed the script, no doubt. Song Yi didn't care whether he was happy or not, but for the sake of work efficiency, she said patiently, "we are friends. Friends help each other. It's proper for me to help you with the drama." Gu Xingchuan relaxed his attitude and examined Song Yi, "do you tell me about the opera? Do you have the skill? " No matter how, it's better than you. Song Yi was the one who won the drama award before. He was calm and said in a dignified voice: "we learn from each other and make progress together." Gu Xingchuan squinted and threw the script to Song Yi. "Since you want to learn from me, you can have a good look." Song Yi was not angry. After a careful look, Gu Xingchuan circled several places in the script that he didn't quite understand. He thought about it and explained it carefully and patiently. In the past, when the teacher was not in the troupe, Song Yi was responsible for training the new younger martial brothers and sisters and teaching people how to act. He was very professional. Gu Xingchuan listens attentively, his eyes are focused, and his arrogant appearance is completely different in peacetime. It can be seen that his questions have been considered by himself. Song Yi answers them carefully one by one. She takes time to look at him and feels something in her heart. Before entering the group, Song Yi felt that Gu Xingchuan was an expensive young master who couldn't bear hardships. He was just a fool in shooting, but he didn't want Gu Xingchuan to work hard these days. He was more hardworking than some old actors. Although the acting skills are a little bit tender, it is inevitable to act for the first time. In time, he will also be a good actor. He thought about it carefully. In fact, it was interesting. Song Yi had seen some of Gu Xingchuan's powerful families. Those princes were either racing or sleeping in flowers and willows at night. In short, they had a few bad habits.Compared with these people, Gu Xingchuan's sports can no longer be healthy. At the end of the night, the crew had a bonfire party, took out the barbecue and BBQ together. Some people sang and danced around the campfire. Song Yi held her arms and enjoyed it for a while, and returned to the tent early to rest. It's too tiring to film these days. Song Yi sleeps in the late middle of the night. She hears the sound of the zipper of the tent open and the bed beside her is heavily sunken. It seems that someone has sat down. In the middle of the night, Song Yi was startled and opened her eyes. Gu Xingchuan was about to lie down with a pillow. When she saw Song Yi awake, she was sitting upright and calmly pointed to the blue sleeping lamp beside her, "do you want me to turn off the light?" Song Yi Zheng for a few seconds, in the heart scolds the neuropathy, the person frightens people to death, does not know? "What do you want?" Gu Xingchuan rightfully said: "there are too many mosquitoes in my tent. I want to trade with you." Song Yi is also a person, also afraid of mosquito bite, not angry said: "how can I exchange with you?" Don't take such a bully. Gu Xingchuan's body is inclined, lying lazily beside Song Yi, pulling Song Yi's little cool quilt at will. Looking at Gu Xingchuan's enlarged face and pasted body, Song Yi immediately sat up and said, "what are you doing?" With this roar, song Yicai realized that she was cool. The night on the island was too stuffy, and the tent was airtight. Before going to bed, he only took off his underwear. Gu Xingchuan slowly side head, looking at him, eyes up and down. For the first time, I saw Song Yi take off like this. She was thin but not naked. Her skin was white and pure. Her whole body was covered with a layer of muggy moisture, which was suffused with light pink. It was like a peach peeled with a layer of skin. No glasses, usually calm and heartless eyes angry, in the dark appears particularly bright, like a star, white greasy neck, clear and delicate outline of the clavicle. Further down Gu Xingchuan first saw this place has such a fresh color. I just want to gnaw. Because the waist line collapsed tightly and cleanly, it was very thin and had the right strength, which made people want to pinch the waist and press down. Gu Xingchuan thought of those girlfriends in Europe in the 19th century. They should envy Song Yi and have such a beautiful waist without suffering. Song Yi was angry and looked at Gu Xingchuan, "don't think I dare not fight with you!" the clay figurine has three points of fire, and the rabbit will jump off the wall when he is in a hurry. What's more, he is not good at fighting. Gu ran Sichuan narrowly narrowed his eyes and dragged the small cool of Song Yi to himself. The air was full of shallow Platycodon perfume on Song Yi's body. It was fresh and cool on this scorching night, and it was very pleasant to smell. "I changed the tent with you, you go out now, don't disturb my rest." Gu Xingchuan yawned lazily and closed his eyes. Damn it! There's no royal law! There's no law of heaven! is there anyone to take care of him! Song Yi's anger is not good, his fist is clenched, and he's afraid that one can't help but slap Gu Xingchuan in the face, "Gu Xingchuan, you're a rogue." Gu Xingchuan opened one eye to look at him, then closed it comfortably, adjusted his breathing evenly and pretended to be asleep. Song Yi's eyes were like the blade of a knife on Gu Xingchuan's face. After watching for a long time, Gu Xingchuan didn't react at all. He was thick skinned and went through the corner of the city wall. Song Yicai would not leave his tent in Gu Xingchuan. There is no such good thing in the world. He lay down with his teeth clenching and pulling the quilt, but Gu Xingchuan was as strong as a cow and couldn't pull it. Song Yi takes a deep breath, turns over, closes her eyes, curls up and recites the mantra of tranquility. The tent was not big. It was only for one person to rest. Now there are two big men lying in the tent. Gu Xingchuan can touch Song Yi's back with a finger lift. In the night, the tide rose and fell, beating the beach, and all was silent. After a long time, Gu Xingchuan heard Song Yi's long breath, a beat, a beat, small, in the night, like a raindrop on the heart. "Asleep?" Gu Xingchuan asked softly. Song Yi murmured, I don't know what I dreamed of. Gu Xingchuan gets close to him and grabs Song Yi's curly hair behind her head. Song Yi has no response. "Sleep dead?" Gu Xingchuan, with an inch in his stride, approached Song Yi's ear and looked at his handsome side face from top to bottom. His eyelashes are black and fluffy, like those woven with velvet, and the soft touch of lips. Gu Xingchuan still remembers how can a man have such soft lips? Gu Xingchuan rolled his throat knot a few times and leaned over to Song Yi's ear. His deep voice enunciated clearly: "Song Yi, don't sleep, let's play!" www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
