Before filming this scene, Wang Jiawei had already cleared the scene, leaving only the assistant director, cinematographer, male and female leads, and necessary lighting engineers.

When filming, Chu Qing didn't care about anything else, but as soon as he heard the shout stop, he was immediately embarrassed. With his shirt in his left hand and his pants lifted with his right hand, he couldn't tie his belt, so he had to wander half-tugging and half-pulling.

"Poof!"

Emperor Gong is almost forty years old, and he has never seen anything, and when he looks like that, he can't help but cover his mouth and chuckle.

"The front is perfect, and the back is a little worse, just a little."

Wang Jiawei got up, turned around inexplicably, was a little excited, and said, "Today's state is OK, can we continue?" ”

"Of course!" The two of them answered.

"OK, start with 'Give Me Your Hand.'"

Immediately, the machine lights were prepared, and Chu Qing also took off his pants again.

“ACTION！”

Gong Li tilted her head, glanced at the little virgin in front of her, and said, "Give me your hand." ”

He paused for two seconds, then slowly handed out his right hand, palm down, fingers flexed. The snow-white shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbows, revealing a thin forearm.

She stretched out her left hand and grabbed the arm in one fell swoop.

"Click!"

Lao Wang shouted to stop again and said, "It doesn't feel right, it's too blunt, you have to be soft." ”

"Do it all over again!"

“ACTION！”

This time, Gong Li's movements were obviously lighter, and she put it on the back of his hand, paddling back and forth.

"Click!"

Wang Jiawei interrupted again, pondered for a moment, and said, "In this way, let's rest for ten minutes, you don't have to do anything, just hold hands together and feel each other carefully." ”

"Okay, Director."

Chu Qing responded. Lift your pants for the third time.

"Come on."

Gong Li seemed very active, graciously pulled him, led him to sit down, and said with a smile: "I didn't think it was right just now, but it was quite hazy, and I couldn't catch it if I wanted to." ”

Chu Qing was not embarrassed, but held her fingers, talked about her thoughts, and said, "I feel that the tailor's hand is a tool, and Miss Hua's hand is a weapon." When they come together, something different is bound to happen. ”

"Oh? Tell me about it. ”

"A tailor's job is to touch, such as measuring the body, making clothes......"

"Hey, then I don't think it's a tool, it's a ...... that I live on."

The two of them just talked, their bodies close together, their eyes facing each other, and ten fingers intertwined around their legs. Deliberately don't look at it, and only taste it with the most instinctive things.

Her palms and bones were a little thick, but her fingers were long. Therefore, it does not look clumsy, and at the same time it is very well maintained, and it is very slippery and delicate.

His palms are dry and warm. The fingers are thin and slender, but not thin, but very powerful. There's a wonderful sense of attachment when you put it on.

These two hands are equally soft, one is soft in the flesh and skin, and the other is soft in the muscles and bones, beautiful and comfortable.

In interpersonal interactions, we are accustomed to seeing, listening, speaking, and thinking, but we forget that there is a more direct and effective way to touch.

The hand is actually the second face of a person, if you see the flawless white jade, you will see all the love and resentment, if you see the mottled palm prints, you will see all the joys and sorrows.

And for Chu Qing and Gong Li, this is undoubtedly an extremely rare experience, two people who are not very familiar with each other, through guò hands to understand each other, infiltration, and inadvertently, planted a seed of lust.

The two kept chatting and entangled with each other, blending the flavors accumulated over the past few days into each other little by little, and from each other, bright flowers bloomed.

are all extremely talented actors, even if they feel like they only appear for a moment, they can leave a few traces.

Ten minutes have already passed, Wang Jiawei did not call anyone, and hid outside to watch the violent. It was only at this moment that Chu Qing's shell gradually fell off, and he was about to reveal the core he wanted the most.

……

The crew waited for nearly an hour before restarting filming.

Chu Qing took off his pants for the fourth time, putting on, taking off, putting on, taking off back and forth, even if the shirt was forced, it would inevitably be exposed.

Emperor Gong may or may not have seen it, his expression was always peaceful, he shook his black robe, and sat down on the bed.

“ACTION！”

I saw her turn sideways, tilt her head, sway, and say, "Give me your hand!" ”

Chu Qing slowly stretched out his hand, still palms facing down, revealing a lean little arm.

This time, Gong Li didn't do the same as before, but turned his palm up, and his crooked fingers were like five white jade hooks, gently hanging on his fingertips.

Then, the jade hook went all the way up from the fingertips to the delicate knuckles, slightly concave palms, and well-proportioned wrist bones...... Then it flipped over, and then reached the back of the hand, and slid around the forearm.

"Ho ......"

Chu Qing gasped slightly, only to feel that the arm seemed to have pressed some kind of starting device, and with a flick of the switch, the pores of the brush were all dilated.

His hand didn't move, allowing the other party to tease, but in Du Kefeng's lens, it was like two enchanting white snakes, intertwined together, happy and loved.

Finally, Gong Li stopped, grabbed his fingers, and asked, "Have you ever touched a woman?" ”

Seeing that he didn't answer, he continued: "It's like this when you touch it, who dares to look for you?" ”

"Click, over!"

Wang Jiawei shouted, and finally got through the first scene in five days, paused, and said to Gong Li: "How about it, can you continue?" ”

"Yes, you can."

"Do you want me to demonstrate?" Lao Wang said suddenly.

"Uh......"

She pondered for a moment, as if she really had the intention of doing so.

“……”

Chu Qing collapsed, and couldn't help but imagine an old man who was one meter nine tall and wore sunglasses, digging around his crotch.

Sizzle!

The cold sweat is coming down!

"Sister, don't hurt me!" He hurriedly whispered for help.

"Poof!"

Emperor Gong covered his mouth, waved his hand over there, and said, "No problem, director." ”

"Okay, let's start shooting right away." Lao Wang's goods are actually very disappointed.

Next, is the most important scene in the whole film, that is, Miss Hua masturbates to the tailor.

Of course, Gong Li won't come to the real thing, and will try to avoid touching Xiao Dingding, but hey, in case it accidentally gets it, such as Mao, such as Mao, then there is nothing to say, it is purely cheap.

After a quick position adjustment, there was a "ACTION!" ”

Christopher Doyle poked Chu Qing behind and aimed the camera at his buttocks: although it was half covered by the shirt, he could still see the stiffness of the mound of flesh, and further down, there were two strong thighs, sandwiched between a gap that was neither wide nor narrow.

And from between the cracks, a few fingers painted with bright red nails suddenly stretched out.

Then, with that finger, stick it to the inner thigh.

"Phew!"

Chu Qing suddenly gasped a few times from his nose, his whole body was shaking, and the piece of skin and flesh was like being pricked by a red rose, painful and astringent, but then, it was a wonderful itch, starting from the root of the thigh, and drilling down the spine into the back of the head.

"Am I doing this to you?"

Gong Li tilted her head and looked at this young man, with a little danger and banter on her face.

Miss Hua's view of sex is distorted, she has long not had much desire for a man's body, and her play with the tailor at this moment is not so much a catharsis of desire, but a kind of perverted psychological satisfaction.

"You remember, your master is old, and he said that you will be promising. Maybe in the future, you'll make clothes for me. Remember how you feel today, and it will look good if you make me clothes in the future. ”

Her voice was sticky, and there was a bit of a smoky voice, which seemed to be light and heavy, drifting over from far and near.

And her hand with a gemstone ring is more like the charm of a fairy, under the white shirt, between the legs, in his trance, in his future and past, inch by inch tactfully lingering.

Gong Li's middle finger is very long, the difference between the index finger and the ring finger is just right, the little finger is slightly off, the thumb is lightly supported, gently caressing his thighs, gluteal grooves, and commotion to the front, and began to slowly delicately tease.

Then, the camera focused on Chu Qing and gave a one-minute close-up.

"Ah...... Ah......h

I saw him hunched over with his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, his mouth slightly open, and a very strange moan squeezed out of his throat, which was smaller than Fang Cai.

Du Kefeng carried the machine and recorded his feelings frame by frame: the faintly beating blood vessels on his forehead, the dense fine sweat, the wonder and panic of the first menstrual affair, and the embarrassment and intoxication of being teased.

Outside, Wang Jiawei leaned forward and stared at the monitor motionlessly.

There, I can't see any naked body, any strong collision, but it is the hand, the face, that makes the lust appear, like a dream.

Her hand, unleashing his lust, his hand, wrapped her flesh. In this male-female love, the hands are more entwined than words, and more ambiguous than sexual organs.

These two people, just like the old time, slow and silky, and dark and turbulent.

Especially Chu Qing, he is obviously obsessed with this feeling, he is obviously immersed in it and can't extricate himself, and he obviously wants to die, almost at the peak...... However, he just held it but didn't make it, and his whole body was bowed with a huge tension.

This containment, it is desired, this containment, it is alive, this containment, it is suppressed and decadent, and the secret sexiness flows out very naturally, and it is ready to move around him.

"Smack!"

Wang Jiawei couldn't help but slap his face, that's what he wanted! (To be continued......)