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Chapter 6#弱柳Fu风#

"Do I have a fever?" Luo Yao rubbed his body, only feeling his hands go limp for a while.

He licked his chapped lips, thinking he might be hungry.

Song Tingyi looked at his slightly pale face, and gave a low hum: "It should be."

He crawled out of the sleeping bag, folded the sleeping bag and put it away, squatted beside Luo Yao, held his hand and squeezed it.

"You started feeling uncomfortable last night?" Song Tingyi rubbed his sweaty hands, raised his head and asked Luo Yao.

Luo Yao pulled his hand back, looking at the frown of the person in front of him, he seemed a little guilty: "I thought it was pure coldness."

Song Tingyi didn't speak, but just picked up Luo Yao's down jacket from the side, and unzipped the sleeping bag for him to put on the clothes conveniently.

Luo Yao pursed his dry lips, got up from the sleeping bag, put on the down jacket obediently, and in a blink of an eye saw Song Tingyi leaning over the rim of the steaming thermos cup with the lid unscrewed.

The beauty lowered her eyelids to see the heat inside, put her face close to the mouth of the thermos cup and probed, then handed the cup to him: "Drink more."

After a whole night, the light rain last night still didn't stop, but there was still a slight tendency to intensify.The director looked at the sky and sighed, and sent a message in the group, saying that due to the weather, he had a day off today.

When Lin Jianshen came to tell Luo Yao with his mobile phone, Song Tingyi nodded, "That's just right, I don't need to ask you for leave."

"Ah?" Lin Jianshen was stunned by these words, he looked at Song Tingyi, then at Luo Yao, "Brother Luo, are you sick?"

Over there, Luo Yao got into the nanny's car, lowered his head and stretched out his hands to smooth out the wrinkles on the costume, and hummed softly.

After a while, he looked up at Lin Jianshen who had just climbed into the co-pilot and cleared his throat: "You can help me take the clothes to the clothing team and let them iron them."

"Oh." Lin Jianshen agreed, and handed over a cardboard handbag from the front.

Song Tingyi reached out to pick it up. It was the clothes that Luo Yao had changed in the clothing group before, and Lin Jianshen put them away in front of the nanny's car.It was too cold last night, and it was inconvenient to change back, so it has been delayed until now.

"Is it my clothes?" Luo Yao stopped stroking the folds, took off his down jacket with a rustle, and stretched out his hand to Song Tingyi, "Give it to me, I'll change it."

Song Tingyi handed him the bag in his hand. Before he could say anything, Luo Yao took the bag and bent down to crawl to the spacious space behind him.

The costumes are complicated ancient costumes, one layer after another, and there are many hidden knots at the waist. The nanny car is no more than a car, and the space inside is not large. Luo Yao can't use it alone, and can't touch those dark knots.In December, the sky in southern Yunnan was a little late, and some privacy films were pasted on the windows of the nanny's car, which made the light in the car even darker.

Two layers of the five layers of clothes have been taken off, but Luo Yao really couldn't find the buckle of the girdle inside.He rubbed his hands behind his back for a long time, and a thin layer of sweat floated on his forehead from exhaustion, but he still failed to unbutton the buttons.

He folded the two costumes he had taken off and stuffed them into a paper bag, stretched out his hand and patted Song Tingyi, and whispered with some embarrassment, "I can't untie the girdle, come and help me see it." look."

"What?" Song Tingyi didn't hear clearly, and turned around and replied subconsciously in a breathy voice.

Luo Yao's throat was so painful that he didn't answer him any more, but pulled Song Tingyi's collar rather eagerly.

Song Tingyi really didn't understand what Luo Yao wanted to do, so he went to the back row with a cold face, annoyed: "What are you doing?"

The person in front of him turned his back and pointed at the girdle on his back with difficulty, perhaps because his throat was uncomfortable due to the fever, the originally deep and magnetic voice had a muffled feeling at the moment, and it sounded like he was acting like a baby: "Can't solve it."

Song Tingyi leaned against the car door, bent slightly to look at the girdle on his back waist.

The costumes of the actors are all tailor-made, not to mention that the crew invited Luo Yao this time not only because of his appearance, but also because of his figure.The girdle seal was tightly attached to Luo Yao's waist, and the buttons were of good quality. Song Tingyi raised his hand and twitched lightly, but it didn't move.

"Put your waist forward." Two big men crowded into this cramped and dark place. Song Tingyi was obviously a little impatient, and didn't control the volume. A sudden sound caught Lin Jianshen's attention in the front row.

But before poor Assistant Lin could be surprised, his boss's words made his jaw drop.

Luo Yao raised his hand and grabbed the handrail of the car roof, and tried to straighten his back while sucking his stomach, his voice was naturally a little painful: "Is it enough?"

Lin Jianshen was so shocked that he ate his hands.

Boss, we don't have to be so hungry, do we?This is still in the car, you still have a fever, how did you start doing it?Moreover, Boss, I didn't expect you to be the one below, wow, woo woo...

He couldn't help poking his head to look at the back row, but the light in the car was really catching the horse. He could only see Song Tingyi's two hands protruding from the second row of seats, as if he was still holding Luo Yao tightly. waist.

Lin Jianshen's mind already had the image of his boss being held tightly against the car door by Song Tingyi, panting.

Seems a bit hot-eyed, he thought.

Although Luo Yao was indeed panting, it was definitely not what Lin Jianshen imagined.

The button behind the girdle seemed to be a little deformed because he was wearing it to sleep yesterday, but now it's stuck so tightly that it can't be undone.So Song Tingyi pressed Luo Yao's waist with one hand, buckled it from the inside of the girdle, and pinched the button with the other hand to untie it.

Luo Yao was about to die from strangulation, so he could only pray to God to untie it quickly.

When the girdle was finally loosened and fell down, both of them were sweating.

The three layers of clothes inside were not restrained by the girdle, and now they were hanging loosely on Luo Yao's body, revealing two faintly visible collarbones.

In addition to the clothes, Luo Yao took out from one side the sweater that had already been crumpled due to the fierce battle just now, and shook it. Regardless of the fact that the bottoming T-shirt inside was almost soaked, he put it on.

Song Tingyi squeezed his fingertips, and got back to his original position from the back row.

Lin Jianshen, who was in the co-pilot, stared at the two of them through the rearview mirror, and saw Song Tingyi crawling out from the back seat, with some fine wrinkles on his belly clothes, he immediately felt a toothache.

Boss, why didn't you hold your ground and were given...?

It's a pity that Luo Yao didn't know what he had become in the eyes of the little assistant. He just threw the paper bag stuffed with heavy costumes into Lin Jianshen's arms when the nanny's car parked steadily at the hotel entrance: " Send it to the clothing team and ask them to iron it."

The little assistant wrapped the paper bag and tried to look through the clothes inside, for fear that his boss would accidentally get something imaginative on the clothes when he was...If this thing is seen by the clothing team, it will be a problem.Lin Jianshen thought dutifully.But those clothes didn't have the things he imagined at all. If there was something to say, it was just the smell of his boss's sweat.

Luo Yao did swipe his card to open the door with an unpleasant smell of sweat all over his body.

But just as he took the pajamas and towels from the room, opened the door and walked into the bathroom, Song Tingyi appeared from nowhere and called him with a water glass: "Luo Yao."

"Huh?" He didn't stop what he was doing, he put the change of clothes on the bathroom shelf with one hand, and opened the door with the other hand, bent down to grab the waistband, and pulled off the long trousers and long johns inside. down.

His legs were sweating profusely. Now that he had taken off his clothes, he was obviously much more comfortable than before.

"What are you doing..." Song Tingyi didn't think much, opened the door of the bathroom and took a step in, but when he saw the person in front of him, he forcibly held back the word from his mouth.

Luo Yao seemed to be sweating a lot, and now he took off his trousers again. The black underwear was wet with sweat and stuck tightly to his body, almost clearly outlining the shape of Luo Er Er.

Song Tingyi licked his lips, coughed lightly, and closed the door behind his back: "Do you want to take a bath?"

Luo Yao over there didn't seem to be willing to put his pants on again, but he hummed unnaturally.

He lowered his head and pulled the hem of his clothes, trying to cover the huge thing between his legs, thinking that Song Tingyi would turn around and leave when he knew he was going to take a shower.But unexpectedly, the conscientious private doctor not only didn't leave, but also took a step forward, raised his hand and put it on his forehead.

Luo Yao's fever has not subsided, the palm covering his forehead at this moment is comfortable and cool, but the smell brought by Song Tingyi's approach makes him shiver.

The touch of palm and forehead is almost instant.When Luo Yao came back to his senses, Song Tingyi pulled his bathrobe from one side to surround his lower body, frowned and said, "The fever hasn't subsided yet, so don't wash it yet."

The arms of the person in front of him wrapped around his waist, and he simply tied the sleeve of the bathrobe behind his waist with a knot: "You go to bed and get some sleep first."

After Song Tingyi finished speaking, he took a step back, opened the door and left.

Luo Yao stood where he was, and involuntarily moved his hands back along his waist. When he touched the knot behind him, he only heard a buzzing sound, and his head became dizzy, as if the fever was getting worse.

So Luo Daxing changed the clothes on his body without realizing it, put on his pajamas, and lay down on the bed.

When he came back to his senses, he heard Song Tingyi rummaging outside for something.

He closed his eyes and tried to pretend to be asleep, but pricked up his ears to pay attention to the movement outside in real time.

After a while, the door was gently pushed open, Luo Yao squinted and saw Song Tingyi walking in with a medicine box.

"Luo Yao." The blackout curtains in the room were tightly drawn, and Song Tingyi couldn't get used to it all at once, unable to judge whether Luo Yao was asleep, so he tentatively called out softly.

There was a hoarse answering sound on the bed soon.

Song Tingyi turned on the small lamp on the bed, took out a thermometer from the medicine box, and glanced at him indifferently: "Sit up and take your temperature."

The bedside lamp cast orange light on Song Tingyi's face, making his warm brown hair even more warm.Half of Luo Yao's face was exposed to the light, and the other half was hidden in the darkness. In a semi-dark posture, he lowered his eyes to watch Song Tingyi take out a piece of alcohol cotton and carefully wipe the mercury thermometer in his hand.

Song Tingyi raised his eyes to meet Luo Yao's gaze, and casually shook the thermometer in his hand: "Open your mouth."

The good baby Luo Yao opened his mouth, and Song Tingyi stuffed the thermometer under his tongue in this posture.

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