"Different?" Although she was caught off guard by Adriaan, Monica quickly adjusted, "I really want to know what's the difference between these two words. Don't they refer to the same thing?"
"No, no, no, dear Monica." Adriaan smiled and shook his head, "If you only look at the result, these two words are really no different. But if you count from the beginning of the process, you will find the difference. We all know that from the beginning to the end, there are a lot of things to be done before the final pleasure, such as kissing or caressing. These are essential. If it's just going to bed, these foreplay won't be done properly. Especially for men, they will always be in a hurry to jump directly to the last step; but making love, there will be more in-depth communication. Both sides will try their best to cooperate with each other to show their best side. The final pleasure is something that can't be achieved in bed. "
Monica looked at Adriaan blankly. This was the first time someone talked about this in front of her so unscrupulously. But not only did it not give her a vulgar feeling, but it felt very real.
"When a man and a woman lie on the same bed and start to have foreplay, the wonderful feeling will increase by one point. With a passionate kiss and intoxicating comfort, the final pleasure is bound to be far beyond expectations! This is the difference between making love and going to bed. "Adriaan continued.
"I have to admit that you are very good at talking, Adriaan. So why did you say so much to me?" Monica took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.
"Of course, it's to make love to you." Adriaan shrugged as if this was a very common thing.
Although she had expected this answer, Monica still couldn't help but cover her forehead. Isn't this guy too explicit? But at the same time, there was a strange sense of excitement in her heart.
"Your pursuit is really noble, Adriaan. It seems that we should find a place to have a few drinks and spend a few days getting to know each other better?" Monica's tone was a little sarcastic. "By the way, I heard that you have a girlfriend."
"Yes, but men are always like this. They clearly have something on their plate, but when they see that there is something good on other plates, they can't help but want to take it from that plate to their own." Adriaan was still terrifyingly honest. "A beautiful and sexy woman will always be attractive no matter when and where!"
Monica took a deep breath. For a few minutes, she was at a loss of what to do. After calming herself down, she continued, "Then, what should I say? Are you proud of yourself? "
"Unless you don't want to admit your own charm!" Adriaan smiled.
"Thank you, but …" Monica tried her best to get rid of this passive situation. "If you already have a girlfriend, but still want to date other women, it can only mean that this man is really bad. I may sleep with you, but I won't date you, Adriaan."
She said and turned to leave, but Adriaan suddenly grabbed her arm. Before Monica could react, she was pressed against the lamppost, and then he gagged her. Adriaan roughly pried open Monica's teeth, held her face, and unscrupulously explored and rolled in her mouth. Monica subconsciously resisted, but after several pushes, not only did she not push his tongue out, but she also tangled with his tongue to cater to him.
The sound of clicking continued. Monica leaned back, one foot raised back against the lamppost, and her hands had unknowingly wrapped around Adriaan's neck. The seductive curve was also gently twisted under the comfort of his coat. Under the snow-white lamppost, the man and woman kissed to their heart's content.
Finally, after sucking Monica's lips again, Adriaan let go of his hand. Monica's chest kept rising and falling, and her face was flushed. She glared at him fiercely, but didn't know what to say.
"Very charming!" Adriaan's thumb moved across her rosy lips. "Let's go back!"
Bastard! Monica's eyes seemed to be on fire, but she just let him hold her waist and walk to the rented house. The warm feeling of his palm on her lower abdomen made her a little flustered, and an unprecedented sense of frustration shrouded her heart.
"Damn guy!" Monica screamed fiercely in her heart again.
In any case, this was just a small interlude, and nothing happened after that. After the barbecue party, everyone went back to the hotel to rest and prepare for the next day's filming. The only aftereffect was that Monica's acceptable state had disappeared.
"Why do we have to keep talking nonsense to maintain the atmosphere?" Miya said to Vincent with a faint smile as she nibbled on the cherry in her hand.
"Good question, but I don't know." Vincent shook his head.
"When you find someone really special, you can shut up and enjoy a moment of silence." Mia's eyelids drooped.
"I don't think we're at that level, but don't worry, we just met." Vincent laughed.
After the conversation, there was about ten seconds of silence, and Adriaan finally said, "We passed!"
Immediately, the surrounding staff began to sigh and sigh.
"God, we finally passed!"
"When the director said that, I thought it was going to be another NG!"
"Eisen, do a good deed and help me massage my shoulders. My arms are sore from lifting them."
All these complaints fell into the ears of the director, so after the assistant director, director's assistant, and the restaurant owner discussed some other things, he announced, "Okay, guys, you can have a 15-minute break."
Although this was not enough to completely relieve everyone's fatigue, it was better than nothing, and the staff still cheered. After they began to sit down to rest, Adriaan walked in front of Monica and said, "Can you come over for a while, Monica?"
"Of course!" Monica shrugged and followed Adriaan into the inner room under everyone's gaze.
"Sit down!" Adriaan pointed to the chairs in the room, but he sat on the table and folded his arms. "You haven't been in good condition yesterday and today, and the number of NGs is a little too much. What's the problem?"
"I thought you should know, Adriaan," Monica said in an unfriendly tone.
"If you're talking about that kiss, I apologize, but you shouldn't bring this kind of emotion into the performance. This is not something an actor should do," Adriaan said seriously, as if the kiss that night was insignificant.
"…" Monica was speechless again, but her chest kept rising and falling, and her full curves trembled.
"Okay, now calm down and maintain a stable mood. Let's finish the scene here first, we can't delay any longer." Adriaan reached out and patted her shoulder, then got up and walked out. When he reached the door, he turned back again. "Oh yes, your chest shape is very good, especially when you were shooting the acupuncture scene last night."
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