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

Lin Mo has never had any interaction with Zhou Ziheng, but his intuition has already told him that there must be something between Zhou Ziheng and Xia Xiqing. He smiled and touched his wrist, glanced at Xia Xiqing, and nodded meaningfully, "I haven't experienced the world..."

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

For some reason, the confidence that was full of aggression just now suddenly disappeared like a balloon that was deflated. Zhou Ziheng felt that he was meddling in other people's business. Maybe Xia Xiqing was also looking forward to this "reunion", maybe he ruined other people's good things.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt uncomfortable. Unexpectedly, I suddenly heard laughter. Zhou Ziheng came to his senses and saw that Xia Xiqing couldn't hold back his laughter. He lowered his head and laughed louder and louder.

"Why are you laughing at?" Zhou Ziheng was a little angry. He was obviously helping him, but he was ridiculed like this.

Xia Xiqing was about to laugh out loud. He tried hard to calm down and looked up at Zhou Ziheng who was standing beside him. "I haven't experienced the world?" He pursed his lips and smiled, supported his chin with his hands, and put his elbows on the armrest on the side of the chair. Looking at Zhou Ziheng's eyes turned into two crescent moons.

Not to mention anything else, this face has nothing to do with the word "inexperienced" in the world. Zhou Ziheng thought to himself.

Xia Xiqing's eyes were bright, and it seemed like a handful of stars were crushed inside. His fingers were gently lit on his cheeks, recounting what Zhou Ziheng said to Lin Mo just now, "It's all in the same circle, and you and I'm not surprised by many things." As he said, his voice slowed down, and the end sounded like the remnant clouds swept by the wind in the afternoon.

"No wonder..." He stretched out a hand and touched the soft fabric of Zhou Ziheng's white sweater. His slender index fingers were clearly tied, and he described the woven texture like a brush. The innocent smile at the corners of his eyes gradually restrained, giving birth to an ambiguous curve.

Suddenly, his index finger clasped the belt buckle around Zhou Ziheng's waist, raised his eyes and looked at Zhou Ziheng's sight last year.

"What are you used to?"

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

This person is simply...

"I'm just making an excuse." Zhou Ziheng pulled his hand out of his pocket, trying to take his restless finger away from his belt. Unexpectedly, as soon as he held his slender finger, he was grabbed by Xia Xiqing's backhand. His fingers were embedded between Zhou Ziheng's fingers and held his hand tightly.

"Why do you have to come forward?"

With ten fingers tightly clasped, such words should be the warmest and sweetest words in Zhou Ziheng's eyes, but at this moment, Xia Xiqing is more like a criminal who puts a knife on the victim's neck. He is paranoid, arrogant, and confident.

The tangled fingers had a burning hallucination, and the alarm in Zhou Ziheng's heart sounded again. He tried to pry Xia Xiqing's hand away, but his eyes accidentally swept the wound on his lips. He didn't want to hurt him anymore, so he had to give up, pretended to be indifferent, and replied with a cold face, "I haven't made any progress. There are so many people here, and I don't want to be rumored that the photographer unspoken rules model, and the famous actor turned a blind eye to it."

It's really interesting, it's so interesting to make excuses. Xia Xiqing raised his eyebrows and secretly used 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? For me, the films in the studio are no different from the raw pictures taken by passers-by."

Zhou Ziheng said arrogant words calmly, and Xia Xiqing's eyes glanced at his whole body.

That's right.

"A perfectionist like Lin Mo would not destroy his work for such a thing." After saying this, Zhou Ziheng felt that Xia Xiqing's hand seemed to relax a little, and he took the opportunity to use his other hand to open his hand.

He breathed a sigh of relief. It was not entirely true. Zhou Ziheng turned around and he held his pain fingers back into his suit pants pocket.

Xia Xiqing, who had finished holding hands, showed a prey escaped expression on his face. He stood up from the chair and stretched out his hands to help Zhou Ziheng tidy up his high collar. The hand that had ten fingers tightly clasped was red. After finishing the collar, he raised his eyes slightly and looked at Zhou Ziheng's eyes.

"I like you to look at me from this angle," Xia Xiqing's voice was extremely gentle, and her hands slid from the edge of the sweater's turtle collar to his wide shoulders, "It makes me want to kiss you very much."

Zhou Ziheng reached out to hold Xia Xiqing's body that he tried to keep approaching, but did not push it away with force, "People come in here at any time."

Xia Xiqing couldn't help but laugh.

This sentence is really ambiguous.

It's like something happens to them.

He turned his head, with a hint of cunning in his eyes, "So...you mean, if it were a place where there was no one, could I kiss you?"

It's a terrible skill to change concepts.

Zhou Ziheng was a little anxious when he was teased, and he couldn't tell why. Xia Xiqing was so skillful that he didn't need to react, and almost became conditioned reflexes. He didn't have to think about it and knew how many people he had tried.

When Zhou Ziheng thought of these routines being repeatedly practiced by countless people, he felt uncomfortable and blocked his chest in one breath, and his tone of speaking was unconsciously ruthless, "Do you think I didn't bite hard enough last time?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xia Xiqing stuck out his tongue, licked his lips, and licked the blood scab, as if he was tasting a delicious food, "very cruel." His hands moved from his shoulders to the back of his neck, and looked up at Zhou Ziheng in a kiss-requiring posture.

"The best time to bite the invisible place next time."

Zhou Ziheng shook his hand away and took a step back, "Don't make any decisions on me."

"What's the idea?" Xia Xiqing sat back on his chair and picked up the cell phone on the dressing table. "Do you think I want to come? Who urged his assistant to pick me up? Who promised me to come over and regret it halfway through, and was worried that I wouldn't come and confirm it again and again?"

Each sentence hit Zhou Ziheng's weakness, and he could hardly find a suitable word to fight back against Xia Xiqing's rhetoric.

Xia Xiqing asked again, "Why did you regret it?"

This is the point that Zhou Ziheng is unwilling to say. He is unwilling to investigate even the reasons why he suddenly feels uncomfortable after seeing Xia Xijing likes the Weibo post.

"I have nothing to say."

Zhou Ziheng doesn't want to lie or make excuses.

Just when Xia Xiqing was still trying to ask questions, Shane came back with a special effect makeup artist. As soon as he entered the door, he complained quietly about Lin Mo's troubles and trivialities. Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng pretended that nothing had happened, and each sat in their respective seats, and Zhou Ziheng's hairstylist also came back.

"Ziheng, I just discussed it with them. We think wet hair will be sexy," the hairstylist grabbed Zhou Ziheng's blown hair, "but it won't be very wet, on the forehead," she grabbed part of her, pressed the spray, sprayed until water was about to drip, but the water droplets would accumulate the effect of hanging hair.

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

"Can you draw it into the effect of flesh blooming?" Xia Xiqing said to the makeup artist with a smile, "I think the impact will be greater."

After finishing his makeup and hair, Xia Xiqing looked at Zhou Ziheng wearing the gold-rimmed glasses, her deep eyebrows and eyes were locked by the golden border, and she paired with a turtleneck sweater, which made her feel indescribable ascetic.

He finally looked at himself in the mirror, his torn black shirt, his exposed skin, his terrifying wounds on his face, bloodstains and scabs on his lips. He looked like a pitiful victim.

The studio is arranged on a pure black background with a baroque light brown walnut upholstered backrest chair in the middle.

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

"Spread your legs a little apart, right, lean your back on the chair, and raise your head," Lin Mo directed, pressing the shutter to capture every expression of Xia Xiqing.

After checking the photos I just took, Lin Mo was quite satisfied, "Ziheng should go there too."

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

If the perverted murderer had this face, there should be many people coming to die. Xia Xiqing sighed sincerely.

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

"Xi Qing sat on the chair, Ziheng walked 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. Freely play."

Zhou Ziheng stood behind Xia Xiqing. The two of them tried several different standing positions, but they all had something to do. The moment the shutter was pressed, Zhou Ziheng's mind was empty. He knew that he had not entered the state yet, so the photos taken in this way could not attract attention.

Lin Mo took a group of photos, and the makeup artist came up to sort out Zhou Ziheng's hair, "I feel that the concept this time is difficult to take."

Zhou Ziheng nodded. After watching the movie, Lin Mo walked up to him and said to the makeup artist, "I think the feeling of makeup is not enough. It's better to be a little bloody and more explicit."

The makeup artist was also a little confused, "I won't let you take too much now, and even if you take a photo, you can't make a cover."

"It's okay to be more implicit." Lin Mo showed a little impatient expression on his face, "If you don't do it well, let others do it." After that, he walked aside 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 he could have a little more blood.

"Does there be any pigments?" Xia Xiqing walked to the special effects makeup artist, "I guess there should be a lot of red pigments here, just the kind that you just drew my wounds."

Zhou Ziheng closed his eyes and asked the makeup artist to spray water again. Suddenly, the sound from the spraying hair stopped abruptly.

"Ziheng."

Xia Xiqing's voice. Zhou Ziheng opened his eyes, and a stream of liquid was thrown on his face, almost fascinated by his eyes. He quickly closed his eyes and frowned, "What are you doing?"

"Is this OK?"

The red pigment he threw on Zhou Ziheng's face just now was like gushing blood, attached to his clearly contoured face, from the few strands of wet hair hanging from his forehead to the deep eye sockets, from the cheekbones, to the lips.

Xia Xiqing handed the brush and the plate stained with sticky red pigment 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 murderer.

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

After solving this problem, Xia Xiqing returned to his chair. Zhou Ziheng's aftertaste followed his figure. He seemed a little tired. When he sat down, he bent his back slightly, supported his forehead with his hands, and his slightly curly hair scattered over his face.

The wide shirt had a wide collar, and from Zhou Ziheng's perspective, he could clearly see the outline of his collarbone, clavicle, ribs, muscle lines that were constantly winding downward, and his slightly undulating chest.

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

Xia Xiqing, who was half bent, untied the ropes on his legs with his handcuffed hands, and used a submissive attitude of bowing down and surrendering.

"Do you have handcuffs here?"

Hearing this sentence, Xia Xiqing, who was lowering his head, suddenly looked up and looked at Zhou Ziheng. I have to admit that Zhou Ziheng unexpectedly liked his surprise, and he did not feel that he had entered that state at all.

"However, there is." 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 happened to meet the scene in the beginning of "Escape from the Sky". "The assistant brought handcuffs and was about to hand them to Xia Xiqing, but was interrupted by Lin Mo. "Give it to Ziheng, let Ziheng wear it. The makeup artist is coming out and it's about to take a picture."

Zhou Ziheng took the handcuffs from his assistant's hand and walked to Xia Xiqing. He knelt on one knee on the ground. Xia Xiqing, who was leaning on the chair, reached his hands in front of him, and the silver handcuffs locked with a click.

This feeling was so familiar. The sound of the shutter kept echoing in his ears. Xia Xiqing looked at Zhou Ziheng with his eyes, watched him stand up and go around behind him.

"Ziheng bent down and put his face in Xi Qing's ears. Yes, pinch his chin."

"Very good, I feel it, keep this move." Lin Mo patted the scene with a different angle, and even the assistant beside him could hear it. His voice was filled with excitement, "Ziheng stretched out his hand and pinched his chin with his right hand."

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

"The performance of these two people is simply amazing."

"I can't believe that he is an amateur, he looks so good."
To be continued...