"Don't be foolish, work quickly."

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

In the picture, Xia Xiqing sat on an exquisite and gorgeous burgundy chair, with her hands handcuffed. Zhou Ziheng, whose face was splashed with blood, stood behind him, and his right hand with white rubber gloves pinched Xia Xiqing's chin from behind, forcing him to raise his head slightly.

He bit the other white glove and pulled it off. He bit the teeth and held it at his mouth. His exposed hands touched Xia Xiqing's jawbone, and his index finger almost reached into Xia Xiqing's slightly opened lips.

Both of them looked straight into the camera. The eyes under the silken glasses were cold and cruel, mixed with the pleasure of a certain desire to succeed.

Xia Xiqing, who raised her head, lowered her eyelids, and her eyes seemed to call for help through the camera, but her face showed a look of enjoyment.

It's really wonderful.

The two scenes in the latter are shot of a single inner page. Zhou Ziheng's scene is in front of the bedroom wardrobe. There is a waiting mirror embedded in the door of the wardrobe. The styling assistant took away his glasses.

"Imagine that you have killed him now, and then you go back to your own room and change out of your dirty clothes." Lin Mo adjusted the machine and pointed it at Zhou Ziheng, "The eyes were facing himself in the mirror, yes."

Zhou Ziheng pulled up the hem of his sweater, hooked his right elbow to the sweater upwards, and exposed his body on the right. Xia Xiqing, who was standing outside the venue, held a drink in his hand, and looked at Zhou Ziheng's exposed abdominal muscles and mermaid lines with great pleasure. To be honest, it was more impactful than he had imagined before. Such a figure was really exciting.

The cold liquid was sucked into the straw, but the throat became even more dry and dumb.

"Two elbows hold the clothes, look at the mirror, right." Lin Mo changed the angle and moved closer, "Take it off, wipe the blood spots on his face with his fingers, and lift his chin, it's very good."

Xia Xiqing's eyes stared at Zhou Ziheng's exposed back, and his back muscles continued to move as his movements, as well as his thin, narrow waist that extended downwards.

The teeth couldn't help biting the pipe mouth of the straw.

Tsk, it’s so annoying to see the feeling of not being able to eat.

When it came to Xia Xiqing's personal shooting, the venue was changed to the bathroom, and there was a bathtub full of 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 in the bathtub, the warm water flooded his body, and the silk shirt stuck to his skin. Xia Xiqing leaned her head on the front of the bathtub and her arms were on the edge. Lin Mo thought this posture was good, so he took a few pictures, then called the stylist, brought a three-finger-wide long white lace belt, and walked to Xia Xiqing.

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

"The lighting maker, the light on the other side of his head, should be yellow."

Zhou Ziheng sat aside, looking at Xia Xiqing lying in the bathtub, with her eyes covered with long white lace bands, and she had a gloomy beauty. There are too many people in this circle with neutral styles, who have faces that are more delicate than most girls, but in Zhou Ziheng's aesthetic system, those beautiful things that are packaged are not enough to be called beauty.

After watching the previous film, Lin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly, "I think it's still a bit insufficient," he called the director and Shane, "making 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 strait ball, and such a large area would definitely not work."

Shane shrugged, "I've told you a long time ago."

Zhou Ziheng sat on the other end, and could hear clearly. He turned his head and waved to Xiao Luo.

"It's just a short shot." 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 to negotiate, but the result was still negative. Several people were arguing in the studio and were almost about to start arguing.

The discussion and quarrel have lasted for more than ten minutes, and the water in the bathtub gradually became cold. Xia Xiqing felt tired. From the perspective of art, he understood Lin Mo's persistence, but whether art and whether it could be released was another matter. He took down the white lace, turned his neck, and went to see Zhou Ziheng sideways.

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

"I have an idea." Zhou Ziheng spoke.

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 do you think?" Lin Mo's face was obviously a little dissatisfied, and he was unwilling to compromise at all. He did not feel that a male actor had the ability to convince him from the perspective of artistic aesthetics.

Xiao Luo suddenly walked in, holding two big bouquets of red roses in his hand, and the flower shop who followed him had three bouquets in his hand. Each bouquet was full and passionate, which could almost completely cover their upper body. It was really eye-catching, "Ziheng, the flower has arrived."

Zhou Ziheng took one of the bouquets, and the petals were tender and fresh, but he stretched out his right hand and grabbed a hand without pity, pulled the petals on it, walked to Xia Xiqing, and sprinkled the broken petals in his hand into the bathtub.

“That’s what I think.”

The petals fell from the air and fell onto the water. Zhou Ziheng clearly saw that a hint of surprise was revealed 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 into laughter. He was so surprised.

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

"There are five bouquets of roses here, each with ninety-nine, which should be enough to fill this bathtub."

The stylist also saw that Lin Mo was conquered by this idea, so he immediately started to tear the roses apart and sprinkled them into the bathtub. Zhou Ziheng stood aside and was fine, so he helped the staff spread the petals in the bathtub. He had always had a good personality and had no airs to help him quietly on the set, which had become a habit.

A petal passed through his hands and slowly wandered to Xia Xiqing's chest with the waves, and was intimately fitted with the broken and wet black shirt.

"How did you come up with this idea?" Xia Xiqing raised her head and spoke softly at the edge of the bathtub. The stylist came over to sort out Xia Xiqing's hair and put the white lace on his eyes again.

Zhou Ziheng didn't say anything, and silenced the water surface. When his fingers pulled away from the water surface, a petal was brought up on his fingertips.

Just now, when he sat aside and looked at Xia Xiqing, such a scene appeared in his mind, which did not require any aesthetic knowledge or any artistic perception.

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

[Only the rose is worthy of you.]

That's what he felt, but he didn't want to say it to Xia Xiqing.
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