MTL - Waiting Upon You-~ Act 15: The First Kiss

In a small boat in the vast sea, Ling Lang and Feng Hao engaged in a desperate fight. Although Ling Lang was not Feng Hao's opponent, he was on the verge of life and death, and people often burst out of extraordinary potential.

Feng Hao was better than Ling Lang because of his physical strength and strength. The other side was injured again. Finally, he gained the upper hand in this fight. But at the same time, he also suffered several blows from Ling Lang. Both were scarred and angry Panting, Feng Hao still stood barely, holding a gun to Ling Lang who fell below.

Faced with his muzzle, Ling Lang couldn't get up after struggling several times, and finally lay down on his own.

"You better chop me first, and then throw me away," Ling Lang panted, "I don't want to drown, let alone be swallowed alive."

"You have eaten so many sashimi while you were alive. What happened to the fish before you died?" Feng Hao is still joking.

"If you don't hate it, you can eat me too, and it will last longer."

There were two people on board, and there was only one supply. To return to land alive, two people could only keep one.

"It's a good idea. I'm so big, I have eaten everything, but I have never eaten human flesh."

Feng Hao saw that Ling Lang had lost too much blood, and confirmed that he was no longer struggling physically, so he carefully retracted his gun.

He looked around. Ling Lang was a thoughtful person. As long as it was a necessity for escape at sea, he believed that the other party was absolutely prepared in advance.

Feng Hao counted the supplies in the lower cabin and found a sharp dagger inside.

Ling Lang watched Feng Hao walk towards himself step by step with a dagger, and agreed with the other side's decision, "Your idea is right, the bullet is precious, and the gunshot is easy to cause trouble."

"But you have to remember to clean the serum in the cabin, otherwise it will easily lead to sharks."

"Stop!" The cold dagger stuck to his cheek, and Ling Lang closed his mouth immediately.

Feng Hao held his dagger's arm high and immediately followed by a scream from the sea.

When he made a noise, the bullet inside Ling Lang was dug out, fell into the cabin, and rolled a few times.

Ling Lang's preparations are very complete, alcohol, gauze, bandages came in handy after a few minutes.

"Why?" Ling Lang said as hard as he squeezed out of his throat.

"Since I brought you out, it's so shameless to kill you so soon?" Feng Hao's bandaging movements were very proficient. At first glance, he often practiced injuries.

"It's far from the land. Fresh water is enough for one person. If you don't kill me now, the two of us will die together at sea."

"Then say when you are about to die," Feng Hao was already watching the charts.

"You really have to wait until then, and you will regret it."

Feng Hao shifted her eyes from the chart to Ling Lang. "I never knew what regret is in my life."

When Ling Lang nearly stepped out of the boat, Feng Hao helped him, "Be careful."

Ling Lang stabilized his footwork and overcome the dizziness in front of him.

The two are still on land, surrounded by green curtains. Although the ship is fake, it can still cause a seasickness reaction after a long time of shaking.

"Are you better?"

Ling Lang shook his head. People who have been with Ling Lang for a long time know that Ling Lang not only has few words, but also nods the number of times. Most languages ​​can be replaced by shaking his head. Here, shaking his head means nothing.

Feng Hao handed the room card to him, "I still have a show, you go back to rest first."

Ling Lang glanced at the other person's room card. "I have my own room. Why go to you? Besides, aren't you afraid that I will take the keys?"

Feng Hao inserted the room card into his hand. "The key is in the safe, and the password is the senior's birthday. The senior can drop in and see what he likes, let's try it later."

When Feng Hao returned to the room, Ling Lang was not there. The room card was passed to him by the front desk. The key in the safe was also missing. Feng Hao was not surprised.

At the same time, Ling Lang was tossing in his bed a few meters away. Although his sleep has not been very good for the past six months, it is not so serious, especially after Feng Hao has slept for a while. The feeling of not being able to sleep at night is even more unbearable.

Ling Lang got up and took two pills and swallowed the water. The effect was still not very significant. It was only after midnight that he could barely fall asleep. Just after a while, the landline of the room rang. Ling Lang regretted that he didn't pull out before bed telephone line.

The broker didn't have any hope to check the post. Who ever thought that the call was actually answered this time, and said that this time it was dead.

"Ahaha, Linglang are you ... Ah, right, I made a mistake, good night!"

Ling Lang unplugged the telephone line, but this time he couldn't sleep.

Feng Hao opened the door. After seeing the person standing outside the door, his face was surprised and surprised again. He turned over and let Ling Lang come in.

"Can't sleep?"

Ling Lang shook his head.

Feng Hao closed the door and took him into his arms with comfort. "It's great that you can come to me on your own initiative."

"Isn't it good for a senior to sleep?" Feng Hao asked Ling Lang who was sleeping in his arm.

"No, only recently."

"Did something happen?"

Ling Lang didn't want to answer.

"It doesn't matter if the senior doesn't want to say anything, but I'm glad to be a hypnother for the senior. Any time the senior can't sleep anymore, welcome to come to me."

Ling Lang was already a little sleepy, and his mouth was vaguely like a dream talk, "Can I wear pajamas next time? At least let me wear underwear."

Feng Hao Waner, "No, no matter whether I am or not, I can't wear clothes when I go to my bed. This is my rule."

******

The landline rang, Feng Hao grabbed the receiver alertly, "Hey?"

"It's me," the agent's voice was clearly displeased. "Is Linglang with you?"

Feng Hao looked at Ling Lang next to him. He slept too late last night, but the call didn't wake him up.

He lowered his voice. "The senior is still asleep. Is there something wrong?"

An inhaling sound came from the other end of the phone.

"If something happens, if he can't live in his room, he can simply return the room and save the crew money."

Feng Hao laughed. "I will consider telling the drama."

The agent was deeply anxious about the IQ of Huyingren, and couldn't understand it.

"Forget it, the two of you hurry up and don't forget to practice on the East Coast today."

Feng Hao hung up the phone, and Ling Lang woke up stupidly, "Who are you talking to?"

"Your agent is coming round," Feng Hao ordered a good morning kiss on his forehead.

"Say what?"

"Say we're going to be late."

Ling Lang sat up for a moment, because her eyes were too dark and she fell down again.

"Slow down," Feng Hao helped press his eyes.

"What time is it?" Ling Lang looked at his watch intently. "God, I would sleep until this time."

"It looks like the senior is sleeping well and can't bear to wake you up."

Feng Hao's words reminded Ling Lang that last night he could not fall asleep over and over again. He knocked on Feng Hao's door for a while, and felt embarrassed towards Feng Hao after waking up in the morning.

Feng Hao noticed his embarrassment and left the subject without any trace. "Get up, this is the highlight of the two of us."

The east coast of the island is particularly charming, with blue waters and white sandy beaches, not far away is a dense forest.

Feng Hao tried his best to drag Ling Lang a little to the shore, leaving long and narrow marks on the beach.

After completing this series of simple moves, the tired Feng Hao had to sit on the beach and breathe for a long time. After a little physical strength was restored, he struggled to walk into the forest.

He found the source of the water, rushed in crazy, a fierce son pierced the bottom of the lake, and then jumped out of the water a moment later, laughing with joy.

He suddenly remembered something, swam quickly back to the shore, and had a huge leaf in his hand when he returned again.

Feng Hao tried to pour the water from the leaves into Ling Lang's mouth, and the water flowed down the other's lips, wetting the sand behind Ling Lang's neck.

Feng Hao didn't want to, so he put the remaining water in his mouth and fed Ling Lang with his mouth to mouth. Ling Lang's eyelashes fanned, his brows tightened, and he coughed frantically.

Ling Lang opened her eyes, Feng Hao's face was close at hand, and the two men stared at each other. No one spoke. The atmosphere was so ambiguous that it made people nervous.

Feng Hao's head was lowered a little, and they could even hear each other's heartbeat. At the moment when lips and lips were about to meet, Feng Hao suddenly raised his head and ran out frantically.

Ling Lang was startled, and soon found out why the other party had done so. At that moment, an unprecedented tremendous force poured into his body. He climbed up, rushed to Feng Hao, and put his hands around his mouth toward the sea. Chuo desperately shouted, "Hey! We are here!"

Ling Lang's voice disappeared in the vast sea, and there was no echo. Feng Hao pulled out the pistol and raised his head too high, but he did not trigger the trigger.

"Go ahead and shoot! What are you doing? Go ahead and shoot!" Ling Lang shook Feng Hao vigorously, but Feng Hao stared at the distance with a cold expression.

Ling Lang finally noticed something wrong from the reaction of the opponent. He turned back unbelievably, and after seeing clearly, the light in his eyes dimmed a little.

That was a naval ship.

"Bravo! Wonderful! Wo would like to play here!" The director yelled excitedly.

The screenwriter hurried over, "How to add?"

"No mud!" The director threw him away, rushed to the two, and exclaimed, "Do | love! At this time you should do | love!"

Ling Lang wanted to put his head in the sand. "We have been floating on the sea for a month and people are dying. Where can we do this physically?"

"This is a movie! It is art! Art is higher than life!" The director raised his hands high. "In this endless despair, it stimulates the primitive beast nature of human beings. This is the art to express!"

Feng Haole, "Director, you speak Chinese very well."

"Very oblique."

"At this time you should say where."

"Where and where to leave. In short, just follow the instructions of the nest, the mud can play freely, remember to show the feeling of the last indulgence in life!"

"Free play, sir, do you guess if the two of us have a tacit understanding?" Feng Hao asked with a smile.

Ling Lang has entered a state of preparation. "It is best to have this one. You must fight for it."

After realizing that it was a naval ship, Ling Lang's whole body was instantly pulled away. There was nothing more unbearable than the despair after hope. He bent his knees, kneeled, and covered his hands in pain Face.

Feng Hao slowly lowered his gun and tossed it aside, also kneeling on one knee, holding Ling Lang.

Embracing for such a moment, Feng Hao walked along the neck of the other side and kissed his lips closely. This is the first time he has expressed his emotions so tenderly since the two had a relationship in prison.

Ling Lang was overwhelmed by him on the beach, leaving the other side to bite at the knot of his throat, Feng Hao's tongue licked gently, and the person under him immediately made a deep groan from the throat.

Ling Lang suddenly pinched the opponent's neck, and took the initiative to kiss him. No matter from which angle, they could see that the two were emotional. Ling Lang hugged Feng Hao and rolled from the bottom to the top. Then, a cold object touched Feng Hao's brows.

Ling Lang got the pistol on the ground by just rolling, and his every move clearly reminded Feng Hao that the relationship between the two of them was never a lover.

Once, Feng Hao was up, and Ling Lang was down. That's how Ling Lang was forced to withstand his invasion.

Today, the position of the two is upside down, Ling Lang uses a gun to compare his head, and he can't wait to pierce his brow bone.

Two people, you look at me, I look at you, and my breathing seems a little disordered because of the long kiss.

Time seems to be still at this moment, and there are only two of them left in the sky.

Feng Hao stared at the person in front of him without anger, fear, or regret.

Ling Lang flashed a complex feeling in his eyes, he threw the gun, hugged Feng Hao's head, and kissed it fiercely.