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When he heard the knock on the door, Luo Ding lowered his dumbbells, picked up the towel on the table, wiped the sweat on his face, opened the door, and Duan Xiubo stood outside calmly.

He gave Luo Ding a smile, and glanced around. No second person besides himself was found in the corridor. He slipped into the room through the crack of the door.

The hotel rented for filming is not big, but it is better to be clean and tidy. Luo Ding's current cafe is getting bigger, and the crew is not afraid to neglect him. Like Duan Xiubo, he has occupied a suite alone and the bed is very large. It is estimated that it is already the presidential suite of this small hotel.

When Duan Xiubo came in, he rushed to the bed. After lying on the bed, he kicked off his shoes and sat cross-legged, staring at Luo Ding. Luo Ding looked at him in silence for a moment: "What are you doing?"

Duan Xiubo's eyes fell on dumbbells, and he quickly shifted to Luo Ding because he only wore the upper body of the vest for training. His skeleton is thin, but the muscles on his body are very tight. His wide shoulders and waist are the perfect inverted triangle. Where the vest can't cover it, the white skin doesn't look weak because of the muscle lines. The sharp clavicle lines are beautiful and deep, as if they can absorb the sweat without falling.

"I'm here for you ..." After thinking carefully about what the last verb should say, he uttered a word half a day later, "play."

Neuropathy. Luo Ding lifted the dumbbells a few times, and the small muscle lines of the arm immediately strengthened a lot. Sweat penetrated the skin and soaked the thin cloth of the vest. The white cotton became translucent, loosing and wrapped in it. The next two ...

Duan Xiubo hurriedly opened his eyes, his head was on the blanket and he dared not look at it. The sound of water dripping when Luo Ding went to the bath after exercising was even more insane. Fortunately, the design of this hotel was much more conservative, so that he would not be tortured again in Milan.

Luo Ding still came out while wiping his hair while wearing a bathrobe, and chatted with a word on his mouth: "Isn't anyone seen in the corridor when you came?"

Duan Xiubo forced himself to retract his gaze into the v-neck placket of the opponent, swallowed his mouth, and shook his head.

Luo Ding sat down by the bed and naturally passed him the towel. Duan Xiubo took the opportunity to take Luo Ding, who sat down on his back, and began to wipe his hair gently, holding a towel in one hand and flicking the hair under his palm. Luo Ding's hair was thin and soft. When he was wet with water, he would cling to his skin obediently and stick to his fingers. It looked like a reluctant retention. Wiping the hair also wiped out the fun, Duan Xiubo's movements became more gentle, Luo Ding didn't need to move, he just straightened his hair, and he suddenly remembered the shooting situation of these sky crew.

He sighed, "You, so old people, like children, what are you doing against Su Shengbai?"

These days, whenever there is an opponent's play, Duan Xiubo's performance is particularly high, and the momentum often suppresses the presence of Su Sheng in the picture. At first Luo Ding didn't see that he was deliberately targeting Su Shengbai, but how many times did he come down so coincidentally? That's it every time. Now that Su Shengbai saw that Duan Xiubo had avoided, he must have seen that Duan Xiubo did not like him. Luo Ding looked a bit helpless, and Duan Xiubo didn't like Su Shengbai more or less.

Duan Xiubo gave a hand, and after a while he slowly replied: "... how? You feel bad?"

"I'm not distressed." Luo Ding reluctantly held his hand half-turned. "Can you do this to him? Many years of good reputation have been accumulated, and the crew can look back, and you have a new crew member. Talk. Why bother? "