Chapter 15

"Sleep together for one night."

"No." Ranlong rejected her decisively.

She refused politely, but in her heart she was thinking: Where did this show-off come from! Back off!

"But, you used to..."

"The past is the past, and the present is the present! You've been through so much, how can you still act like nothing happened? I'm not going to sleep! I said I'm not going to sleep, and that's it. Go, go, go back to your room and don't disturb my rest."

Ranlong got out of bed, held Qiu An's thin shoulders, and pushed him out the door.

Qiu An did not resist, but he could not hide the slight disappointment in his eyes.

She silently helped Ranlong close the door. Ranlong was not moved by her thoughtfulness and locked the door mercilessly to prevent any possible complications.

Ten thirty at night is not too early, but not too late to fall asleep naturally.

Ranlong tried to turn off the lights and lay back on the bed, and as expected, he tossed and turned.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw the intimate description of the two people in the script. As soon as I closed my eyes, the text instantly turned into pictures, and the first and third perspectives were randomly switched, which was really frightening.

Thinking that as filming continued, similar plots would inevitably become more numerous and in-depth, Yuan Chengyin's suggestion made sense. Sleeping together for a night would at least help the relationship develop. Even if the heart still couldn't get over it, at least the body could get used to it first.

She is an actress. After receiving the money, it is her duty to give the best performance to the audience.

Ranlong turned on the light, got out of bed, put on his slippers, took two deep breaths, and encouraged himself.

She picked up her phone and pillow, then put them back, figuring that Qiu An probably had two pillows. She lifted the quilt, but it was too big and it felt ridiculous to carry it on her back.

I'll wait until Qiu An agrees before moving. Maybe after being rejected by me once, she'll reject me in return.

Ranlong opened the door. It was pitch black outside. There was only a figure standing on the balcony, with a little fire flickering at her fingertips.

"Qiu An?" Ran Long called her, but Qiu An couldn't hear her voice because of the glass door.

Ranlong approached the balcony and just as he placed his finger on the handle of the glass door, Qiu An heard a noise behind him and turned his head.

Seeing that it was Ran coming over, Qiu An put out the cigarette in a panic, raised his hand to fan the air, as if trying to get rid of the smell of smoke.

Ranlong opened the glass door. Before she could speak, Qiu An said, "It smells like smoke in here. Please go in and wait for a while."

Qiu An had already taken off her bathrobe and changed into a plain two-piece pajamas. Her hair was half-dried and draped over her shoulders. The climate in Ducheng was no drier than that in Beiji, and the remaining moisture still lingered on her neck.

It looks fragrant and tender.

Under the moonlight, Ranlong saw a rare embarrassment on Qiu An's face. It was the embarrassment of a model student who was hiding in a corner smoking and was unfortunately caught by his parents and teachers.

In Ranlong's memory, Qiu An didn't smoke.

The bad student who smoked was Yuan Chengyin. Ranlong had thought it was cool, and once stole her cigarette to try it. But before he could even choke on it, Qiu An caught him red-handed and confiscated the cigarette.

Qiu An didn't say anything to her, but instead scolded Yuan Chengyin harshly.

Thinking about it now, Qiu An feels like a stepmother.

She is very nice to you but very polite. When she sees you make a mistake, she is too embarrassed to scold you so she has to call you father's stepmother.

Did Qiu An treat her as a love rival at that time?

Or did Qiu An treat her as a child from the beginning to the end?

It's funny to say, there is no reason for a stepmother to be adopted by her stepdaughter.

"What are you afraid of? I'm not your mother. I don't care whether you smoke or not."

As soon as he said that, he regretted it.

Qiu An rarely talked about her family, but judging by her appearance when they first met, her mother might not still be alive. Even if she were, she might not have treated her like a mother.

Qiu An herself kept quiet, and even after she became famous, no one uncovered any concrete evidence. Perhaps it was due to a good PR team, or perhaps she changed her name and hid her past well.

"I'm sorry." Ranlong apologized subconsciously.

"Sorry for what?"

"...Nothing." She couldn't say sorry and forget that you don't have a mother.

"It's so late, why don't you go to bed?"

"I...I think Yuan Chengyin's proposal is not unreasonable."

She didn't know if it was just Ranlong's imagination, but she saw Qiu An's eyes light up a little. Perhaps it was because they turned at a different angle that the moonlight reflected on their eyes.

"Do you want to sleep with me?"

"Um...hmm." The question sounded strange, and Ranlong responded awkwardly.

"Then go wait for me in bed, I'll go take a shower..."

No, this sounds weirder the more I hear it.

Ranlong interrupted her: "Wait a minute, wait a minute, didn't you just take a shower? Why do you want to take a shower again? What do you want to do? We are just lying on the bed and sleeping together, what are you going to do to me?"

"...get rid of the smell of smoke." Qiu An finished the rest of the sentence.

What a huge misunderstanding.

His face turned red and purple.

After a long pause, he said, "This is so troublesome. Go to bed quickly. We have to get up early for filming tomorrow. Aren't you afraid that your hair will get blistered and you won't be able to appear on camera?"

"Okay, your room or mine?"

Ranlong thought about it and decided that sleeping in her own room would give her a home advantage and she wouldn't be nervous. However, her underwear was hanging out to dry in her room, a sea of ​​red... This year was her zodiac year, so she hadn't worn disposable underwear...

I hope Qiu An didn't look around when he broke in just now.

Even though I had let her see it before, I just don’t want to do it now.

"Sleep in your room." Ranlong replied.

Although Qiu An didn't take a shower, she still changed into a clean set of pajamas.

Ranlong came to Qiuan's bed with his quilt. The hotel quilt was fluffy and large, and the two quilts piled together were really crowded.

Ranlong thought for a while and took his bed back.

Qiu An and Yuan Chengyin were right. They had slept together before, but now they suddenly felt awkward, which seemed like they had something to hide.

After convincing himself, Ranlong got into Qiu An's bed with confidence.

The scent of grass, trees and citrus filled my nose, but this time it was not so gentle, rushing straight into my nasal cavity and then straight to the top of my head.

"A-choo!"

The fragrance was too strong, it made my nose itchy and I sneezed.

She thought that the smell of smoke was not a problem, but the smell of perfume on the quilt should be dissipated.

Strange, is she going to be her own concubine? If she likes it so much, she might as well take a bath with this perfume.

Ranlong stood up, grabbing the two corners of the quilt and fanning it up and down with all her might. The purring sound was pleasant and soothing. When she was little, Ms. Hu had asked her to shake out the quilt she had just put on, and she would do the same thing now, standing on the bed and pretending to be electrocuted and going crazy.

When the quilt was lifted, the scent of perfume rose high in the air. When the quilt was dropped, Qiu An appeared in the corner.

If Ranlong had epilepsy or heart disease, Qiu An would have been responsible for two deaths today.

"Ah! Ah! Why is it you again? Didn't I tell you not to come into my room quietly?"

"Sorry. But this is my room."

“Tsk!”

Qiu An looked at Ran Long's funny appearance while holding the quilt and asked her, "What are you doing standing on the bed?"

"Why is the perfume on your quilt so strong? No matter how much you like this smell, you can't do it like this."

"I just accidentally spilled some."

"Why are you fiddling with perfume so late at night? Do you have idol image issues even in your dreams?"

Qiu An smiled and shook his head.

After the smell had almost dissipated, Ranlong let go of the quilt and sat down obediently at the head of the bed, resting her head on the unwrinkled pillow. Her eyes followed Qiu An as she walked around the end of the bed and sat on the other side.

Shaking the quilt gave Ranlong some light exercise, and after the exercise, his mind became more active.

Seeing Qiu An sitting on the edge of the bed and reluctant to get up, she knelt down and crawled behind her, opened her arms and held her in her arms.

Two soft lumps pressed against his back without warning, and Qiu An couldn't help but stiffen his body and his breathing stopped.

"Qiu An."

Ranlong rested his head on Qiu An's right shoulder, put his lips close to her ear, and asked her in a low voice:

"Do you like Yuan Chengyin?"

"What?"

Qiu An's cheeks were burning, his mind was muddled, and he couldn't hear what Ran Long was saying.

Ranlong looked at her ears which were getting redder and redder, and the smile in his heart grew deeper and deeper.

"What I'm saying is that you have a crush on Yuan Chengyin, right?"

"I, I don't, I don't have a crush on her." Qiu An stuttered.

Why do you pretend to be upright?

Ranlong chuckled, and she tightened her arms and hugged Qiu An tighter.

The person in his arms trembled slightly, a hint of moisture flashing in the corners of her charming eyes. Her pale red lips parted slightly, and she sighed and let out a long-held moan.

Ranlong's eyes were wide open when he saw it.

She had never looked at Qiu An so carefully before, and she never knew that the person she had taken in with such kindness turned out to be such a charming and seductive vixen.

Unexpectedly, the sexy lingerie in my purchase record flashed through my mind.

If she wears it...

Ranlong couldn't help but feel dry in the mouth, thinking that if he were to replace Yuan Chengyin, he would probably be moved by such temptation.

"Xiao Ran..." Qiu An called her softly.

Ranlong came back to his senses and kept insisting, "If it's not a secret crush, then it's an open crush?"

The person in his arms struggled slightly, his tone panicking: "No! I don't like her!"

Humph, you big talker, who would believe you?

Qiu An was stubborn, but Ran Long knew that he couldn't get anything out of her.

But she got the expected physical reaction, so she let go of Juan and lay back down on her side of the bed.

"The 38th parallel is divided by pillows. You are not allowed to come over here."

"……good."

Qiu An agreed and lay down on the bed. Her face was still flushed and she was still trying to calm the heaving of her chest.

Ranlong politely turned off the lights and turned his back to Qiu An.

Perhaps the smell of the perfume in the quilt was similar to the body lotion she had used before. The fragrance evoked the beautiful memories in Ranlong and made her fall into a sweet dream quickly.

Listening to Ranlong's gradually even and long breathing, Qiu An half-raised his body, carefully crossed the 38th parallel, and gently placed his head on Ranlong's pillow.

She curled up her legs and carefully controlled the distance between her and Ranlong's body. She didn't want to get too far away, but she also didn't dare to get too close.

Only the wrinkles of fabric folded up at the knees lightly touched the nightgown that wrapped around Ranlong's beautiful figure.

Qiu An leaned sideways, her hands clasped in front of her, her index finger gently stroking the strands of hair that lay draped across the pillow.

The big wavy hair was not straightened to suit Shen Zixin's original style.

When finalizing her makeup, the screenwriter saw her arrogant and domineering appearance, and instead of blaming her or having any doubts, he felt that this image was more suitable for Shen Zixin.

That’s right, compared to Yu Youxuan who came later, Shen Zixin was actually the braver one.

He bravely accepted his mediocre self. Even though he lived a dull life day after day, he never gave up and never betrayed his sincere heart, which was as brave as a newborn calf.

Although the dyeing skills are limited, the perfume smell in the quilt is still strong.

Perhaps thinking about the kissing scene the next day, Qiu An felt a little bit like getting intimate tonight.

She went to find Ranlong, but Ranlong refused to sleep with her, so she felt a little sad.

So she took out the perfume and wanted to spray some on the quilt. However, she didn't expect that the perfume had been rolling around in the suitcase for a long time and the bottle cap was a little loose. She didn't hold it firmly and accidentally spilled some.

The smell of the perfume was too strong, and Qiu An's nose was sensitive, so he sneezed several times in a row.

She had no choice but to open the window, turn the air conditioner to ventilation mode, and run to the balcony to get some fresh air.

The fragrance is called "Wind on Cedar".

The scent is a mixture of plants and fruits, and is designed by the same designer and uses the same fragrance formula as the body lotion I used in college.

Ranlong just bought it because he thought the bottle was pretty, but Qiu An remembered the name of the fragrance.

However, if she hadn't had a premonition that she would be separated from Ranlong one day, she wouldn't have had to remember that name at all.