The bony fingers covered his eyes from a short distance, and Yue Chen's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.

His mind was full of scenes of these hands touching him, and he didn't pay attention to Commo's unusual silence for a moment.

His lips were slightly open, and there was indescribable tension in his eyes, and he couldn't help but imagine the appearance and tone of Como's low hum.

Perhaps, it will be unconsciously soft and seductive?

However, the shadow on his eyes suddenly disappeared, and then he heard a sentence: "Hmph." What do you have the most to talk about? ”

The lines are the same lines, the tone, but they are statements that have not changed for thousands of years.

It's clearly a line that can be uncontrollable even if he whispers, but Ke Mo can be pronounced indifferently as "today's weather is okay".

Yue Chen was speechless for a moment.

He turned around and looked at Como, who was still blindfolded with one hand, but had already picked up the script with the other hand and copied the lines.

…… This is something he didn't expect.

Yue Chen took a deep breath, adjusted, and pursed his lips.

The thoughts in my brain vanished, and the dust became more and more indescribable.

Ke Mo, who looked calm, opened his eyes a little wider, as if asking if he could do it.

The more dusty he became, his expectant heart couldn't help but feel depressed, and he bit his lip and took a step towards Como.

The two were originally very close, but at this time, Yue Chen suddenly stepped forward and shortened the distance to a stone's throw away.

Ke Mo was stunned for a second, and then subconsciously stepped back, trying to keep his distance, but forgot that he would bump into the sofa, so he sat down directly.

"Hey...... Como, is it okay to have a little feeling? It's a joke. ”

Without waiting for Ke Mo to get up, Yue Chen leaned over, his slender hands were supported on his sides, and in an extremely aggressive posture, he suppressed and suppressed before he barely smiled softly and puffed out his cheeks.

A helpless smile appeared on the young man's fair and delicate face, which invisibly weakened the imminent sense of oppression.

Although Como is detached, he is a little soft. Listening to his negotiating tone, he unconsciously pursed his lips into a straight line.

After a while, he could only helplessly explain the facts: "Sorry, I won't." ”

Hearing this, Yue Chenxin suddenly slapped again.

Wen Sheng said tentatively: "No...... Huh? ”

Comer was embarrassed for a moment, and he looked away expressionlessly.

Affirmation in a sense.

I see.

After Yue Chen understood, he didn't have half a difficulty, but smiled: "It's okay, it's very simple, I'll teach you." ”

The moment he bent his eyes, the coldness vanished. The boyish face was naturally sweet, and the long eyelashes blinked as if on the tip of the heart.

It's like a comic god he likes......

Because of this sudden thought, the words that Como was about to refuse were stuck in his throat.

It was rare to see Ke Mo's other expressions except for indifference, Yue Chen's eyelashes trembled, and the curvature of the corners of his lips couldn't help but expand a little.

——Facing the camera with high frequency, he understands how to put on the most charming smile, and now he applies what he has learned and uses it to seduce the person he likes, which is not a foul.

When Comer didn't speak, he acquiesced.

In a leaning posture, Yue Chen whispered and began to 'concentrate on teaching'.

"Hold your lips tighter."

"Right...... Vocal cords relax. ”

When he found that he could no longer refuse, Ke Mo had no choice but to stiffen and comply, and his good-looking brows were almost invisible and twisted.

"Then, just try to make a sound out of your throat."

Yue Chen looked at him intently, and the tips of their noses almost touched.

Without the cover of glasses, there is very little sense of security in facial paralysis, and in the face of such a scorching and focused gaze, Ke Mo, who has no real experience of dealing with people, unconsciously grabbed the edge of the sofa with his fingers, helpless and troubled: "...... Must, learn this? ”