MTL - Waiting Upon You-~ Act 10 Confession

"How long will the senior be standing there?" Feng Hao sat comfortably by the bed, looking at Ling Lang, who was standing far from the door, in a happy mood.

Ling Lang had stood there for five minutes after entering the door. With Feng Hao's gaze, he could not even take a step.

"If the senior wants to stand there all night, I don't mind. I'm afraid that the senior will not have the energy to shoot tomorrow."

Ling Lang moved away hard, one step, two steps ... A few steps, he seemed to have walked for a century.

Feng Hao looked at Ling Lang with satisfaction, waiting quietly for him to speak.

"Return the key to me," Ling Lang's voice seemed very low-spirited.

Feng Hao didn't speak, still watching him.

"Give me back the keys," his volume increased a little.

"This is the result of the dean's thoughtfulness?" Feng Hao shook his finger. "Senior, you have to think about it carefully. I'll give you the key, and I'll give you the key, although only one word is missing. , But the effect is quite different. "

"What on earth do you want?" Ling Lang yelled.

Feng Hao spread his hands, and Ling Lang's key was in his palm.

Seeing the key, Ling Lang instinctively reached out to grab it, but Feng Hao clasped his wrist. Feng Hao looked more powerful than himself. For a time, Ling Lang's hand could not move.

Feng Hao rushed to Ling Lang with a bright smile. The smile was fleeting. The next moment, Ling Lang was dragged to the bathroom by Feng Hao. He watched Feng Hao throw his contents into the toilet with a thunderbolt. Press the flush button at the speed.

"No!" Ling Lang exclaimed, breaking her hands, and rushed over, but there was a shadow of the key.

"You!" Ling Lang turned back in anger, only to see Feng Hao slowly open his right hand, the key still lying intact on his palm.

Ling Lang seemed to be defeated suddenly, taking a step back.

"Now," Feng Hao's lazy voice sounded slowly. "Did you think about it, senior?"

Feng Hao sat back to the starting position again, Ling Lang still stood in front of him, Feng Hao didn't speak, and he didn't speak.

This silence lasted for a while, and Feng Hao suddenly laughed. Although the laughter was light, it was tantamount to dropping a bombshell in this unusually quiet environment.

"Isn't there a script without the seniors knowing what lines to say?"

Ling Lang gritted his teeth. "Please give me back the key."

The volume of his first two words was extremely weak, and Feng Hao did not respond at all, as if he had not heard it at all.

"Give me back the keys," he said this time, accentuating the words that almost popped out of his teeth.

Feng Hao tilted his head. "Okay."

He promised to be so relaxed that Ling Lang knew things would not be so simple.

Sure enough, Feng Hao continued, "But I have the conditions."

Ling Lang heard the word condition and had a bad feeling in her heart.

Feng Hao leaned forward slightly, "I want to help the senior open it myself."

Ling Lang's fist clenched tightly and his nails were almost embedded in the meat. He didn't expect Feng Hao to make an excessive request, but when he really heard this sentence from the other person's mouth, he caused his blood to surge all the time.

"It doesn't matter if the senior doesn't agree," Feng Hao stepped back again. "Let's stay on the island for a maximum of three months. The senior will bear it for a while, and then return to the land ... Wait, senior, do you have a spare key? If not, it would be awkward to find someone to unlock the door. "

Ling Lang stared at Feng Hao intently, seemingly anxious to miss Ling Chi, and Feng Hao didn't care to return a friendly smile to him.

Ling Lang knew that even if the delay continued, things would not turn around. Mr. Mo only gave him a key every time. Feng Hao was right. If he didn't want to find a locksmith, he could only get the keys back from him. Can go.

He trembled and touched the button on his waist, but Feng Hao held down his hand.

"Wait," Feng Hao's index finger tapped twice on the back of his hand, "from above."

Ling Lang stiffened for a few seconds, pulled his hand from the palm of the opponent, and moved up to the neckline with difficulty.

Since signing the contract with Mr. Mo, he has never been naked in front of others. He has exposed his body, and the last time he went to the public bathroom was in college.

Even if it was filming, he had never had a show that required a chestless back. Before, he thought it was just a coincidence. Until recently, he guessed that a scene with this kind of lens was probably pushed out by the agent.

For the first time in ten years, an outsider could see his body.

Feng Hao admired every movement of Ling Lang calmly, and there was no trace of love in his eyes, as if he was observing a work of art.

His look was so frank and straightforward that Ling Lang could even feel the burning heat that glanced over his skin.

"It turned out that the senior chose this one," Feng Hao's eyes fell all the way down, and he finally landed somewhere. "You are very smart, even if you only wear underwear, it will not show the filling."

Ling Lang knew what he meant. There was a bed scene between them in this script. Although it wouldn't be filmed, the nakedness was necessary. Lu could only wear underwear when filming, which would probably be Ling Lang's largest work on the screen.

"Help me," Ling Lang said, only to find that his throat was dry and his voice was a little hoarse.

"What's the matter," Feng Hao said slowly, "I want to take a closer look at you."

He looked at the beautiful body in front of him. "Since I saw you on the stage that year, I have always dreamed of one day seeing you this way."

"Isn't your dream to perform with me?"

Feng Hao laughed. "That's one of my dreams."

He stood up and looked at Ling Lang, "Now they're all realized."

The two stood together face to face, Feng Hao was well-dressed and Ling Lang hung, and he finally found something more awkward than being forced to expose his body.

Under Feng Hao's undisguised gaze, he even had an undesired reaction again, but that response quickly turned into painful feedback to his brain and nerves, Ling Lang clenched his lips and frowned invisibly. .

"Does it hurt?" This subtle expression change on Ling Lang's face did not hide Feng Hao's eyes.

Seeing that Ling Lang didn't reply, Feng Hao smiled, "I ignored it. The senior is a shy person."

Anyway, he turned around and took out a black safe from the luggage closet and put it on a writing desk. My chance. "

Blocked by his back, Ling Lang couldn't see what was inside, and only saw Feng Hao came with a black silk ribbon in his hand.

Feng Hao's knotted hands are very stable. "I like this more than the blindfold, because it can be tied step by step like wrapping a gift."

Ling Lang's eyes were dark, but he could clearly feel the moment when the strap was fastened.

Having been deprived of vision, Ling Lang has become extremely sensitive to hearing and touch, with bare skin | exposed in the air, feeling a touch of cold.

Absolute darkness, unknown fate, huge panic, but a surge of impatient excitement.

He was horrified, but he looked forward to it. After discovering his true thoughts, he felt complacent again. He was ashamed of his reaction. He wanted to go out, but he was immersed in this state of mind.

The room was covered with thick carpets, covering all of Feng Hao's footsteps. Ling Lang could only discern what the other party was taking from his safe from the limited voice.

The voice disappeared, and after a while, a rough texture wrapped around his neck. Without looking, Ling Lang could feel what it was, and the collar was close to his neck, but it would not make him feel Difficulty breathing, as if tailored to him.

Feng Hao put on a collar for him and then left. A moment later, his hands were fixed behind him in the same way.

"You are so beautiful," Feng Hao admired, looking at his achievements. "It's **** without any decoration."

He held the key to Ling Lang's ears, and flicked his nails, making a crisp sound, "I'll open it for you now."

Ling Lang heard the sound of inserting the key into the keyhole, and then clicked, imprisoned, and the whole thing was taken off.

Before Ling Lang could relax, he felt Feng Hao hugged him from behind, his hands rubbing against him, from the neck to the collarbone to the chest.

"I never imagined that I could hold you like this one day," he buried his head in Linglang's neck, and pinched his neck with the tip of his nose. "I have been fantasizing about this for many years, when I first met the senior Just thinking, every day. "

"Do you know, when I see the kind of look you have when you are **** with a rope, you know what kind of person you are. You and I are born as a pair. No one in this world knows you better than me. . "

He nibbled gently at the other person, "I want to be like this, strip you, lock you, kiss you, possess you, I even want to beat you with a whip, I want to make your feet weak, I want to hear you Crying for mercy. Because I like you, this is mine *, nothing is ashamed. "

Feng Hao's hand went down, brushing Ling Lang's flat abdomen, holding his slightly raised organ, "I don't want to force you, but the senior always keeps himself closed, neither looks nor listens, I only use this Way, so that the senior can hear my inner voice. "

"As long as the senior can belong to me, whether it is coercion or temptation, or coercion, I am willing to do it."

Ling Lang lowered her head, her shoulders trembled, and her breathing became short, but Feng Hao's movements showed no signs of deceleration. "But what I really want is not forced obedience, but a response from the senior. I want the senior to like me as much as I like you, and understand that all I do is not to humiliate you. "

Feng Hao's breath fell on Ling Lang's ears, "I like you, whether you are in front of you or the real you, so addicted to me."

"What you want but not what you want, I'll make it happen."

"I make him come true for every illusion you have."

"You dare not face *, I will help you face it."

Ling Lang lifted his head violently, and a depressing moan overflowed from his throat. There was white light passing through the black cloth covering his eyes, shining into his retina, and materializing every word that Feng Hao said. He was deeply imprinted in the mind like the Bible.