Theolod didn't expect his casual question to make Nattel's reaction so violent, he glanced at him, picked up his glass and made a toast gesture, then took a shallow sip of whiskey and said, "If you're ready to start at any time, you just have to read Dickie's lines according to the script." ”

"It's that easy for you to read the script?" Nuttel disguised himself as he picked up his glass and poured all the whiskey into his mouth.

"Of course not, it's usually emotional, and you have to pay attention to the characters

"Okay......" Nattel looked a little nervous, poured himself another glass of wine, and walked around the room for a moment with the script and glass, not quite sure where he should be sitting.

Theolod sat cross-legged on the carpet, watched him swing back and forth, and smiled helplessly: "Okay, Nat, this is not a stage play, you don't have to try to find a stage center for yourself." Come here, just sit here and just follow the prayers. ”

Natel patted Theolod on the footboard and motioned for him to sit down, but he hesitated for a moment before sitting down. Theolod sat at his feet, his right hand resting on the soft cushion of the chair at the foot of the bed, propping his head, the fine blonde hair gently interspersed between his slender fingers, and from Nattel's angle, with only a slight glance, he could see the slender body under the white yukata, which was the result of his recent slimming down for the role of Ripley, and in the dim light, there was only a faint darkness in the depths of the open chest.

Natel withdrew his eyes and drank his third glass of whiskey before nodding, "You can start." The first line should be Ripley's line......"

As he spoke, he glanced at Theorod, but this glance made him realize that Theorod, whom he knew, was completely gone.

When the other party's green eyes, which were extraordinarily deep and quiet in the dim light, met his gray-blue eyes, I don't know whether he was shy or not confident, he lowered his eyes quietly and quickly, but just that moment of glimpse was enough to make Nattell's whole person stunned in place as if he had been electrocuted, and a tingling sensation spread from the top of his head to his toes.

At that moment, he saw the affection that had never been shown to him in those calm eyes, which always flowed with a faint smile and tenderness. The feeling of repression, cowardice and disregard for a single qiē almost lit up his eyes like fireworks, making Natl almost obsessively yearn for more.

Not enough, not enough......

However, when Natel still wanted to explore the emotions in those eyes that he wanted to hold carefully, all he could see was Theorod's long, thick eyelashes, which fluttered gently with those tormenting eyes.

"Do you have any siblings?" Theorod's words, with a deep meaning that can almost be called urgent, are gentle, like a feather crossing his heart. It was a very ordinary question, but Natel smelled an ambiguous and sticky smell that almost made him sit still.

"Yes......" he replied instinctively, even forgetting to read the script.

"Really? I've never heard you mention it, Dickie. The lips under the bridge of the stiff nose curled a curvature that Nattle couldn't take his eyes off.

Only then did Natel react, and he couldn't help but be annoyed at his gaffe. He hadn't seen anything when he was so big, why was he as reserved and stupid as a little virgin now? "No, I mean, no, I don't have any siblings." At the moment, Nattle said, decided to focus his attention on the script and as long as he stared at the text, he would not be distracted by the scenery in front of him.

"And Maggie, she doesn't have siblings either." Natle thought dryly, hell, who cares about this Maggie, "What are you asking this for?" ”

As soon as this question came out, Natel felt a beam of gaze, a deep and hot gaze, focused on himself, and the oppressive heat almost made him unable to hold the script in his hand. Fortunately, the heat was only a momentary thing, and if he continued to be stared at like this, he really didn't know what he would do. Nattel glued his eyes firmly to the script, and before he could breathe a sigh of relief, his afterglow suddenly appeared with an extra hand.

The hand had a peculiar paleness of its owner, and its fingers were slender and distinct, and it rested lightly on the chair at the foot of the bed, and its fingers twitched slightly, more like a ...... than nervous and frightened Something to hold, or rather, to hint at what Natl was doing beside it.

"This means...... We've never had the opportunity to share the same bedroom like we do now......" Theorrod's slightly hoarse baritone, with a hint of demagogy and indescribable emotion, but the voice was so fragile that it seemed as if it could not bear it if it was raised in a loud voice, and the trembling that was strongly concealed made one have to feel pity.

Natel only felt that the voice was like the song of a kraken, taking over his entire brain, his entire heart, his entire body, making him unable to breathe. He looked at Theorod almost uncontrollably, and this time, Theorod did not dodge, as if he had raised his greatest courage to meet him. In an instant, I don't know if it was the alcohol or the atmosphere was too ambiguous, and Nattel's whole body was agitated uncontrollably, and the hot taste in his chest made his mouth dry.

He saw those eyes, which were even more beautiful than the bay of Santa Lucia under the stars, and almost made Natle reach out and touch them. Theolod's lips, pursed slightly from nervousness and fear, looked so pitiful that Natel felt that a terrible demon lived in his heart, bewitching him, driving him, tempting him, making him kiss those pink lips and lick him gently and slowly with the tip of his tongue......

Natle jerked to his feet, and the script on his lap fell to the ground with a "snap" as he made this action.

"You acted very well, great, I don't think you have any problems getting into the play, so I don't want to waste time on this, I'm going to sleep, see you tomorrow." Natle tried his best to resist the urge to pick up the man sitting on the ground and kiss him hard, and without waiting for him to react, he strode out of the room and slammed the door hard.

Theolod stared blankly at the slammed door, stunned for a moment before reacting. He rubbed his face with his hand, held his forehead, looked at the glass with whiskey next to him, and stretched out his hand to drink the liquid in the glass in one gulp. He knows that once he enters the play, it is a small problem to change his lines at will, and the biggest problem is actually to play.

Of course, he knew that the correct line was not "shared bedroom" but "shared bathtub" - Dickey was soaking in the bath after all - but given the language and reality just now, Theolod naturally replaced the bathtub with a bedroom for some reason. He knew that in his state of being fully immersed in the play, he had already become the Ripley who longed for Dicki's qiē, and he also knew what Nattel's expression just now represented, and if he didn't feel the atmosphere and hints that could almost be mismatched between the two, then his last life would have been in vain.

He also knows how his self as Ripley would react if "Dickey" said "yes" in a situation where he had already taken Natle completely as Dickey and himself as Ripley.

Thankfully, Nattle was gone, and the hard slam he gave him woke him up.

Theolod covered his face with his hands and sighed faintly.

I'm not Ripley......

You're Ripley......

Of course, Natle didn't know what he had missed, and the first thing he did when he rushed back to his room was to rush into the bathroom and take a cold shower.

When he was working as Theolod's personal assistant before, he had already watched Theorod's acting skills and the vice of changing lines from all angles, but every time he was given a previous experience, it was not as intuitive and profound as tonight's time. At that time, he almost gave up on himself and completely followed Theorod, and was almost taken to some dangerous situation by Theorod's Ripley.

Fortunately, his sanity brought him to his senses, and fortunately he restrained himself in time, otherwise......

He didn't want to do anything that would make Theorod completely estranged or even hate him, he tried his best to keep the two of them still close to him, he just didn't want Theorod to be deliberately estranged or completely broken up because his best brother pursued him, he planned to take his time, and subtly let his Theorod treat him not only as a friend, but as a man who could be related.

Now that he has finally slowly broken a qiē back to the right path, how can he go on a business trip at this juncture? Hell, Nattle wanted to take advantage of his tongue, but he didn't expect it to end up like this. He looked at his little brother who was still strong under the cold water, and as soon as he remembered what had just happened, too many affectionate and charming pictures appeared uncontrollably in his head, and then the cold shower became even more useless.

Natel turned off the faucet in frustration, and was left to solve the problem on his own. Damn, if he knew it would be like this, he would ...... Damn, even if he knew this, he would do it, it was rare to see Theorod with such a look, and he was the first to witness it, but he thought that Theorod would use that kind of appearance to play against other people in the future......

Natle was not very good as a whole.

Early the next morning, as if nothing had happened, the two of them tacitly kept silent about last night's events. In fact, Natel was a little embarrassed when he saw Theolod at first, but seeing that he was still as usual, gradually he also put his mind on enjoying the scenery of Naples, and at the same time gritted his teeth - damn actor's quality.

To Nattel's surprise, however, Theorod seemed to be familiar with Naples, even the location and name of the restaurant that only locals would know about. When he and the fruit merchants in the streets and alleys can haggle over a fruit and an orange and go from bargaining to the parents, he doesn't seem to have any shadow of a Hollywood star at all.

Although Natel couldn't understand the Italian language at all, in his heart, Theolod spoke Italian better than the world's best piano music, and every word he uttered was like the most lingering love words.

Just look at the girl who sold the fruit, and talked to Theolod to the end, and gave him the fruit directly, and by the way, there was a string of phone numbers.

In response, Theolod only explained that he had done some homework before leaving for Italy, and of course, Natel would not believe that his lesson in looking at a map and learning Italian love stories would make him so good in Naples. But Theolod didn't want to say, and Natel wouldn't ask.

He loved walking side by side on the tiled sidewalks of Naples, listening to Theorod talk about the scenery, food and history of Naples, and he loved the tranquility of walking into the streets and quiet streets without worrying about being recognized by crazy fans - it was clear that Theorod was not an "international" movie star at the moment - this casual feeling of wandering the streets reminded Nattle of their lives in North Las Vegas.

The day's journey ends at sunset on Santa Lucia Beach.

Theolod stood barefoot on the beach, letting the sand drown his feet. Natel stood beside him, unbuttoning his black short-sleeved shirt from the heat, letting the sea breeze caress his wheat-colored chest and well-defined abs, blowing the corners of his coat, drawing the eyes of many bikini beauties, but he was indifferent.

If it had been in the past, maybe he would have pounced on these bikini beauties and had a good time, but now, he found that he had no interest in these, and the qiē he wanted was right next to him.

Theolod looked at the sunset that was gradually sliding into the sea in the distance, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but he suddenly looked out of his mind. Natel stood aside with his hands in his pockets, not in a hurry.

I don't know how long it took, until the sun had completely set over the sea, and Theorod said softly.

"My mother is Neapolitan, and it was on this beach that she and my father met."

Natel didn't speak, he understood why Theolod wanted to visit Naples and why he was so familiar with Naples, most likely because of his parents, who had died young. For a moment, he didn't know whether he should be happy that Theorod had shared his secret with him for the first time, or whether he should mourn for his parents.

Although he had never mentioned them, and even if he did, he would smile lightly, but at this moment, Natel could see that Theorod actually missed them, and besides, he was not as strong and self-contained as he appeared. It's incredible, how long has it been since he has seen such a sentimental and fragile "cabbage"?

"How lucky they found each other." Natel said, suddenly holding Theolod's shoulder with one hand, the strength was so great that he staggered, "It's not early, the temperature on the beach is not as high as you think." I'm dying of starvation after standing here stupidly with you for so long, let's go, I'll take you to eat...... Do you know where else to eat? ”

Theolod looked at the smile on Natel's face, for some reason, the corners of his mouth gradually hooked a curvature, he sighed lightly, hooked his neck, and said helplessly: "Hey, I'll take you there, follow me, make sure you still want to eat after you eat." ”