Waiting Upon You

"BINGO," Feng Hao answered with a smile, "Let's follow," he took a razor and gestured between Ling Lang's open legs, "beginning of eyebrow trimming."

"Oh, right," Feng Hao pulled out the remote control and shut off the jumping egg in Ling Lang's body. "I don't need it yet."

He took a wet towel, put it under Ling Lang, and sprayed a circle of shaving foam expertly.

The sharp blade touched Ling Lang's skin for a moment, and Ling Lang shivered.

"What's wrong?" Feng Hao kept his original posture unmoved, which gave Ling Lang the illusion that he would cut it off at any time. "Isn't you supposed to be more experienced with this kind of thing? Don't forget, I saw it for the first time It was so clean and beautiful. "

Feng Hao's first knife has been shaved off. "Did you not have done this kind of preparation work when you put on a chastity lock in order not to leave a handle in front of me?"

Although Feng Hao said so, this kind of dangerous thing is done by others and himself. It is totally two different feelings. Ling Lang feels that he is always walking on the edge of danger. This fear has kept him excited. | The body shows signs of temporary weakness.

"Yes," Feng Hao praised his response. "It's more convenient for me."

He carefully cleaned Ling Lang's hair, and every time he finished shaving, he carefully wiped the mixture of hair and foam with a towel. After a while, Ling Lang's left half had been repaired 7878.

Ling Lang's worries have not diminished because of this. Almost every man who uses a razor will experience the experience of scratching his face with his back hand when shaving his left hand because he used to use his right hand. Hao switched the shaver from his right hand to his left hand. This action shocked Ling Lang into a cold sweat, and his lower body was completely choked.

Feng Hao smiled, ignoring his response, and continued his homework with his left hand.

"You have to believe that I won't hurt you, although I know it's hard to overcome the subconscious fear."

Ling Lang found that he was as skilled as his right hand with the left-handed knife. The razor was used by him in a convincing manner, and it was completely scratched against his own skin.

"If I do anything dangerous to you, it must be based on what I have practiced hundreds of times."

"Do you practice on others?"

Feng Hao smiled and shook his head, "You think too much."

"... Do you practice on yourself?"

"Hahahaha," Feng Hao laughed hard. "They said you think too much."

He smiled, his eyes still bent into a crescent shape, "I just practice shaving with my left hand, for two years."

Ling Lang couldn't believe it. "Just to do this?"

Feng Hao pursed his lips. "Take off the word."

Ling Lang was distracted by the conversation. By the time he noticed, Feng Hao had finished eight points and nine points, and was patiently dealing with the fish that was hard to reach in the corner.

He does n’t hurt himself by accident now, but after the fear disappears, the suppressed * rebounds even more strongly, and his body reacts uncontrollably, especially after seeing his smooth body | shame. Feeling makes this feeling stronger.

"Your body is so sensitive that I am surprised," Feng Hao admired. "Fortunately, it is over, otherwise it will really make my job very difficult."

He wiped off the last foam with a towel, and Ling Lang was now as clean as a newborn baby.

"Does it hurt?" Feng Hao's finger belly slowly touched from the rat's back.

Ling Lang nodded, although it was not obvious, there was still a burning pain after shaving.

"After finishing the eyebrows, what's the second step?"

Ling Lang thought about it, "Isolation?"

"You are very experienced," Feng Hao removed the towel under Ling Lang, and instead took out a blue bottle from the cosmetic bag and squeezed some transparent viscous liquid out of it.

"The purpose of isolation is mainly to protect the skin from being damaged by cosmetics," he pressed the liquid in his palm directly to the triangular area, and Ling Lang was soaked with ice, "the same here."

Feng Hao's hands began to gently rotate in the triangular area, and the hot feeling quickly eased off. The coolness stimulated his nerve endings, allowing the brain to more clearly accept the stimuli from below.

After all the shaving areas were passed over, Lin Hao's hand went straight to Ling Lang's body again, and filled the hot and cold liquid with his fiery *. Ling Lang wanted to escape because of the cold touch. And because of that tempting caress, he wanted to cater, his movements were slow, his fingers were flexible, and Ling Lang was almost drowned in his tenderness.

"Don't ..." Feeling that tenderness suddenly left himself, Ling Lang couldn't help calling out.

"It's too early to end," Feng Hao teased him. "Isolation is the beginning of makeup. Remember the next step?"

Ling Lang recalled the steps of the makeup artist, "foundation."

"The answer is correct," as soon as the word sound fell, a hot touch covered Ling Lang's organs, and the sudden stimulus made Ling Lang exclaim. The strong contrast between cold and heat caused the temperature to be higher than usual.

Feng Hao's movements were milder than those of the other, becoming like a torrential rain, holding each other's hands tightly, his hands quickly moved, Ling Lang felt that his body was burning, and it was almost melting.

He couldn't restrain groaning | A groan was louder than one, and his pleasure escalated straight, seeing that he would climb to the other side of heaven under the leadership of the other party.

Feng Hao stopped shortly before Ling Lang reached the critical point. Ling Lang was suddenly hit by a blackout on a roller coaster, and he slipped backwards. He almost cried, "Don't stop!"

Feng Hao turned a deaf ear and waited calmly, waiting for Ling Lang to calm his emotions.

Ling Lang gasped for a long time, and gradually cleared his mind, only to find out that the bottle in Feng Hao's hand did not know when to change one, looks the same as the one just before, but the color is red.

Feng Hao confirmed that Ling Lang had returned to the ground, and put the bottle in his cosmetic bag back. When he pulled out his hand again, two pens with similar appearance had been added between his fingers.

He took off the cap of the first pen, and Ling Lang looked at it with a normal eyebrow pencil.

"I wasn't very interested in this kind of thing," Feng Hao sneered, "but I don't know why, I am very urged to do so when I see your body."

He stooped down, and vigorously wrote a word in the sky between Ling Langya.

"For me, you are my God."

He added another day to the sky to form a Hao word, "But I am every day."

Ling Lang was speechless, and Feng Hao lifted his eyebrows and laughed at himself, "It's a bit naive to make a mark to declare ownership, something like a primary school student would do."

He continued, "However, tattoos and piercings are my most objectionable things, so you don't have to worry about the permanent damage to your body. I like natural bodies and don't want any artificial marks on them. "

He raised his eyes. "So, I don't allow you to do anything that hurts your body."

"Okay," he threw the eyebrow pencil back easily. "How are you feeling now?"

Ling Lang was still so angry that he didn't release him. "Nothing."

Feng Hao nodded, "That's right, next ..."

He took off another pen cap, "It's time to finish the eyebrows after the eyebrows are finished."

"what--"

Ling Lang watched as he inserted the pen tip into his bell mouth, his thumb moved, and an electric current passed through his body instantly. The taste was beyond description, and he yelled out of control.

"The power of this thing is very weak," Feng Hao said after breathing for a while, "but it seems sufficient for your sensitive body."

He pressed the switch again, Ling Lang raised his head desperately, his muscles were tightened, and the current was transmitted to the nerve endings through the bell mouth. There was an electric ball crackling in each capillary. After the current passed, All ten fingertips were numb.

"Don't you feel it yet? Then come again," the third time, Ling Lang's **** | device shook strongly, like a precursor to shooting | sperm, his breathing also stopped, and his blood was all over his head. , Forehead even exuded fine sweat beads, eyes stared at Feng Hao in front of her eyes, even her pupils widened.

This stationary state lasted for a few seconds. He seemed to be drained of his whole body power instantly, his head dropped weakly, and his shoulders collapsed. If it were not fixed by handcuffs, he would almost fall from the chair to the ground.

Feng Hao's smile sounded, "Don't you say you don't feel anymore?"

Ling Lang still lowered her head and shook invisible.

"That's good, it means that my makeup technique is not so bad," Feng Hao took out his pen, and a clear liquid immediately flowed out there, wetting the chair a large area.

"If it's natural makeup, this step will be the same," Feng Hao continued to flip in the makeup bag, "mascara ... you don't have eyelashes now, eyeshadow ..." He looked at Ling Lang's state, "It can be omitted as well ..."

He took out a large stucco, "Dust it directly."

Ling Lang was going crazy, "Stop, stop."

Feng Hao's movements did not decrease at all. "Not good?"

Ling Lang couldn't help laughing, "It's so itchy."

"But I think it's good," Feng Hao teased him, occasionally teasing his thigh, Ling Lang dodging desperately, but the range of body movement was extremely limited, and the soft end of the brush brushed □, itching to my heart.

"At least," Feng Hao finally stopped. "I can see you laughing outside of filming."

The smile continued on Ling Lang's face. He looked at Feng Hao and his eyes were bright.

"In the old days, there was a concubine who didn't like to laugh, and Tianzi did not hesitate to play princes with fire," Feng Hao joked.

Ling Lang was teased by him more and more and wanted to laugh again, and he slammed his lips hard.

"I almost forgot," Feng Hao turned on the remote control again. "Last step, lipstick."

He pinched Ling Lang's chin, pulled down his pants chain, and put the stuff under him, "Now, give your makeup artist a favor."

Ling Lang paid the makeup fee wholeheartedly, until Feng Hao wrote the invoice to his mouth.

After receiving the payment, Feng Hao poured the makeup remover oil in the palm of his hand and rubbed it hot. This time, he did not stop in the middle and completely removed the makeup for Ling Lang. The lotion he got was reapplied by him in the name of skin care products. To Ling Lang.

This day, Ling Lang was mixed into the bathroom by Feng Hao. Feng Hao started the massage function of the bathtub, and Ling Lang was relaxed all over his body.

"I know you are tired, but today ’s daily training cannot be cancelled."

Ling Lang was very depressed. "I have been expanding all day."

Feng Hao smiled and shook his head. "One yard to one yard, the task is the task, and the training is the training. Don't confuse you."

Ling Lang had no choice but to return to his training room after bathing, but found a row of calendar-like grids on the wall, and a small red flower was actually stuck in the first grid.

"What is this?" Ling Lang was puzzled.

"This is to record your daily training ... Have you ever been to work or checked in?"

Ling Lang was confused.

"Have you ever played games and done everyday?"

Linglang listens to heavenly books.

Feng Hao was helpless, "Have you ever been to it and seen the V-text?"

Ling Lang nodded as if he didn't understand, "I seem to have."

"That's it. Every day you finish your training, you stick a little red flower on it. Yesterday I already helped you."

He walked over and stuck a little red flower in the second grid. "This is today, and I will stick it for you in advance."

Ling Lang looked at a total of thirty squares in the back, suddenly, "Is there a reward after getting a whole row?"

Feng Hao denied, "That's a kindergarten trick for kindergartens. In my case, the opposite is true."

He smiled and turned back, "If you break a day, you will be punished."

The author has something to say: This is a drama! Come and tie up the screenwriter's hand, let him stop spoofing! !! !!

Transcript of the crew's record:

Act 35 Participants in the make-up training class are [rabbit] [Xiao Qimo] [karen_k] [roll over cow cow], given that there will not be two free training sessions in this class, [月 影 幽 尘] learned two In this period, [almond] studied five periods, and [A Ning Little Aunty] studied eight periods before graduating.

Drop: [dog biscuits] ordinary dog ​​biscuits, this is not for the film emperor.

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