The next day, the filming scene.

"Card ——!"

Director Ge shouted a pause, he is a good-tempered director, he basically didn't lose his temper during filming, his expression is very serious at the moment, and it is already a very serious time.

Su Anning has been NG almost twenty times, but Ge Hanwen is still not satisfied with her performance.

"An Ning, haven't you been in love?"

Ge Hanwen sighed, "The relationship between you and Qin Yidong has experienced several lives and deaths, it is thick and will be carefully treasured, and even some love beyond the definition of the world.

Your biggest problem right now is that you're too thin, there's nothing in your eyes. ”

Su Anning admitted that she did not enter the play.

"I'm sorry, the director and everyone, thank you for your hard work."

She apologized sincerely.

Qin Dan came out at the right time to liven up the atmosphere, "Captain, she just suffered the loss of age, Director Ge, let's rest for a while, I'll take her to find out the state." ”

Ge Hanwen glanced at the time, "Then let's start eating first." ”

Qin Dan saw that Su Anning's mood was very low, and put on a pitiful expression, "Captain, you can't be in the play because you dislike me too much, right?" Am I that bad? ”

Su Anning was amused, "It's my own problem, I'll adjust it." ”

She went back to the locker room and stayed alone.

She thought she could, but she was timid.

Su Anning closed his eyes and sneered in his heart.

For her, there is nothing beautiful about love, it is all naked deception and use.

The red of love is not a romantic color, but a piercing bloody and stench.

Su Anning clenched her arms, she felt her skin being burned again, her breath was full of the smell of gasoline that made her sick, and her memories were all trampled on.

"Condensation—"

Are you calling her? Who is it?

"Condensation?"

The faint incense of agarwood faintly soaked into his nose, and the unpleasant smell seemed to disappear, Su Anning raised his head, and his eyes were still a little sluggish.

The temperature of the palm was seeping through the skin of her neck little by little, and the burning sensation seemed to be gone.

Her eyes refocused, and she saw the face of the person in front of her, and herself reflected in her dark brown pupils.

Fu gradually held Su Anning's head, his deep eyes were filled with anxiety and worry, and his voice was light and trembling.

"Condensation? What happened to you? ”

When he came in just now, he felt that Su Anning was sad like a pool of stagnant water, like an oil lamp with a wick removed, a trapped beast that was deep in the swamp and wailed silently.

Su Anning held Fu Yanci's hand on her neck, and amazingly, the nightmare seemed to be driven away, and she felt inexplicably relieved.

"You showed up."

"Huh?"

"It's not too soon, it's not too late."

Su Anning raised her other hands to wrap around Fu Yanci's neck, and suddenly pulled him closer to herself.

She heard the sound of Fu Yanci's heart fluttering and starting to beat rapidly, which was pleasant to the ear.

"Can you make me feel it?"

"What... Why..."

Fu gradually supported the handles on both sides of the seat with both hands, and squeezed it tightly, he had already lost the ability to think.

The two men were very close, and when they spoke, their snorts were sprayed in each other's breath, lingering and blending together.

"The sweetness of love."

As soon as the words fell, Su Anning's hand was slightly forced, and at the same time, he raised his neck and kissed Fu Yanci's lips.

Soft and hot.

When his forehead was against his forehead, Su Anning chuckled.

"It's mint."