Chapter 19

"Because I thought... you would be uncomfortable in her presence."

Qiu An thought for a moment and asked her, "She is the director and I am an actor. How can I mind her presence?"

"He's not necessarily a very good actor. He can't even handle a kissing scene." Ranlong muttered softly.

"What?"

"Nothing, are we going to kiss now?"

Ranlong scratched her ear, feeling somewhat bewildered. She looked at her room, then the living room. She could have dawdled a bit on the way to see Yuan Chengyin, preparing herself mentally, but now...

"Do you want to choose a place? In your room, in the living room, or in the bathroom? I'm fine with it all."

What kind of option is a bathroom?

My room was a mess, with the suitcase wide open and clothes thrown everywhere. There were also underwear and socks hanging by the window, a sea of ​​red, which was very unique.

In comparison, Qiu An's room didn't seem to have a living atmosphere. The suitcases were buckled neatly against the wall, the bottles and jars on the dressing table were arranged like a military posture, and there was not a single piece of clothing draped outside, probably all put away in the closet.

Oh, and where did Qiu An hang her underwear? She wouldn't leave it to the hotel to wash, would she?

Ranlong thought about it and glanced towards the balcony.

"The balcony is not an option. It would be bad if we were photographed."

…

Then you are still smoking on the balcony. The studio has been operating for a year and the entire budget has been allocated to public relations, right?

"Let's go to the living room." Ranlong said, reaching out to turn off the bedroom light, hiding the mess in the room.

The moment his butt sat down on the sofa, Ranlong felt even more uncomfortable.

She saw Qiu An first draw the balcony curtains, then poured her a glass of water and asked if she wanted to moisten her throat. Then he stood in front of the coffee table, picked up the remote control for controlling the lights, and asked her:

"Are the lights too bright? Should we dim them? Are the warm lights too hot? Should we switch to cooler tones?"

Ranlong understood that Qiu An was nervous in her own way.

Ranlong was not that nervous at first, but when he saw Qiu An doing such formal preparations, his palms were sweating.

"I don't think the lighting is the problem. Just turn the air conditioner down a bit."

So they turned down the air conditioner to 20 degrees in one go.

With no work left to prepare, Qiu An finally settled down on the sofa. She was polite, sitting far enough away from Ran Long that there was room for at least another person, Yuan Chengyin.

Ranlong moved closer, and Qiu An picked up the glass of water on the table and took a sip.

Awkward. Silence. Confused.

Ranlong thought to herself, it was you who said you wanted to try a kissing scene, and it was you who knocked on the door late at night, so why are you the one who was shy when it came time to make the final move?

What good is it to moisten your throat by drinking endless amounts of water? They were just kissing, and no sound was made.

Speaking of which, why is Qiu An so shy? Yuan Chengyin's presence isn't a problem, so kissing her is?

But Qiu An is not a novice who has never kissed before. She has kissed Yuan Chengyin before and has performed many kissing scenes at work... right?

Well, she hadn't paid much attention to the TV series and movies that Qiu An had starred in.

After Qiu An became famous, every time I saw her face on TV, my teeth would itch involuntarily. I wanted to hug the TV and chew on it until her hypocritical appearance was torn apart.

So what is the reason that makes Qiu An, a recognized actor with excellent acting skills and a movie queen, so embarrassed that she even forgets her role when she kisses her?

Ranlong glanced at Qiu An secretly, but Qiu An looked away and started to delay again: "Isn't 20 degrees too low? I'll turn it up a bit. We should also pay attention to preventing colds in the summer."

What are you hesitating about!

It was as if a couple in their first love had just started dating and were not yet familiar enough to let each other smell their farts, and were trying to figure out how to create the perfect atmosphere for a kiss.

No. They will never be a couple. Such a good atmosphere and good opportunity will never be found in a lifetime.

Ran Long made up his mind, grabbed Qiu An's wrist and pressed her on the sofa, and with his other hand he held her face, closed his eyes and kissed her.

He didn't control the strength well and lightly knocked her teeth. Ranlong was afraid that if he pulled away at this moment, he would dawdle all night, so he just kept kissing her.

Qiu An's breathing stagnated. He didn't say a word even though he was hurt. He just closed his eyes and let Ran Long lead this sudden kiss.

Ranlong originally thought that the sweet kisses described in film, television and literary works were just artistic processing, but she really tasted the sweetness from Qiu An's mouth.

On the set, she was often interrupted by Yuan Chengyin before she could get too deep into it. It was only now that she finally got a taste of it.

I don’t know if it’s the smell of lipstick or something else, but my lower lip is sweeter than my upper lip.

Sitting side by side wasn't the right position for kissing, so Ranlong almost turned her entire body around. She simply loosened her lips slightly, followed Yu Youxuan's posture, knelt on the sofa, and then leaned forward to continue.

In the blink of an eye, she saw Qiu An's face flush slightly. In her half-open eyes, there seemed to be a pool of spring water rippling, with the mist of a beauty just out of the bath.

How's that word...bewildered?

The lips soaked with saliva sparkled in the light, just like ripe and plump honeysuckle berries covered with morning dew.

When Ranlong went out for a trip on a spring day, a bag full of snacks was not as tempting as this fruit.

Honeysuckle does not bear fruit in spring, so this single fruit is extremely precious. It has endured the long winter of snow and cold wind, just for her to pick when she comes late for a spring outing.

So she put down her schoolbag and used it as a cushion under her feet, not caring that the snacks in the bag were crushed into pieces by her.

Ranlong tucked her long hair behind her ears, leaned over, took the fruit that Qiu An gave her into her mouth, and sucked it gently.

The tip of her tongue was used to taste the sweetness. She was not satisfied with just pressing her lips together, so she quietly extended her tongue and tentatively licked the fruit.

As she asked for something, she also gave herself away.

Perhaps because there was no one else around, Ranlong didn't have to worry about being caught and could savor the longed-for taste with peace of mind.

It doesn’t matter if it’s Qiu An.

Perhaps it was because the person he was kissing was Qiu An that Ran Long dared to taste him so wantonly.

Because Ranlong knew that no matter what she did, Qiu An would tolerate her.

She had seen Qiu An who was extremely helpless and fragile, she had seen Qiu An who relied on and trusted her wholeheartedly, and she had also seen Qiu An who treated her with great tenderness.

Even if Qiu An was an actress, a movie queen, and a lotus that climbed step by step from a dirty and dangerous ravine to a blooming lotus on the top of the snow, Ran Long would find it hard to believe that those previous feelings were created by her extraordinary acting skills.

Even if Ranlong believed that Qiu An had betrayed her, she couldn't really treat her like an enemy.

Ranlong remembers how bad Qiu An was, and how good she was. She remembers the beatings, and she also remembers the food.

It’s like Ranlong doesn’t like Sister Hou very much, because Sister Hou is not professional enough, not smart enough, and often says bad things about her behind her back.

In reality, when Ranlong received the audition invitation, she could have used it as leverage to demand a more qualified agent. Many people had already caught wind of the situation and approached her quietly. But she knew that when she was down and out, Hou Jie was the only one willing to pay attention to her and help her livestream with promotion. So, it was only fair to let Hou Jie take advantage of this opportunity.

What's more, Qiu An.

What Qiu An did to her was much more excessive than what Sister Hou had done, but when she was good at it, it was also much better.

When Ranlong saw Qiu An walking on the red carpet in a haute couture dress and adorned with high-end jewelry, he would occasionally stop and take a second look.

She would think that it is winter and she will be cold as hell wearing this; at the same time, she would think that the stylist doesn’t know that she is afraid of the cold and should at least add a shawl.

On the one hand, I thought that the fans were all blinded by Qiu An and believed in her inspirational personality with no background and no means; on the other hand, I thought that someone who was once so poor that she couldn't afford to buy an extra down jacket, now wears things worth tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of dollars. It is quite inspiring.

My thoughts were in a mess and I didn't control the strength of my tongue, so I accidentally licked it a little too explicitly.

"Hmm~"

Perhaps feeling offended by Ranlong's words, Qiu An let out a slight moan.

It doesn't seem like resistance, but more like permission.

She seemed to be saying, You can come in.

It’s a pity that this is not a kiss between lovers, not a kiss that should be so lingering.

Ranlong had to find other ways to relieve the urge to put his tongue in.

Ranlong lowered her body and sat on Qiu An's legs. Before she could make a move, Qiu An's cold fingertips touched her neck.

Ranlong put his arms around Qiu An's waist and held her in his arms.

The moment their bodies touched, Qiu An's body trembled slightly, and he kept moaning between his bloodshot lips, which made Ran Long's heart itchy.

Ranlong ended the kiss just before his mind lost control and his body lost control.

Her upper body suddenly stepped back, but Qiu An was pulled forward reluctantly.

Ranlong was breathing lightly, wiping his saliva to hide the redness on his face and the reluctance in his eyes.

I really want to continue, I want to stick my tongue in, I want to tear her flesh and soul apart.

Ranlong was afraid that if she continued for another second, she would not be able to control the surging desire in her body, so she quickly used her hands and feet to climb down from Qiu An's body.

She picked up Qiu An's cup and gulped down the cold water. She didn't care whether Qiu An had used this cup or drank from this place before.

The kiss has already been accepted, who cares about these trivial details?

The cool water rolled down his throat, finally calming his restless heart. He looked at Qiu An again, and the blush on her face had faded a little.

Ranlong wanted to break the silent and ambiguous atmosphere, so he directly asked the question in his heart: "It's just a play, why are you so shy?"

"You're shy too."

Ranlong knew this, but she said shamelessly, "My blushing is just my personality! How can you look like a submissive? Yu Youxuan is the top, right?"

Qiu An frowned and thought for a while, then asked Ran Long: "What is it like to be a bottom? And what about being a top?"

Ranlong resisted the urge to roll his eyes and interrupted her, "Come on, it's not like you haven't slept with a woman before, so don't pretend! If you can't get the upper hand, just wait for Yuan Chengyin to scold you and then disband the crew!"

Qiu An remained silent, his face gloomy.

Ranlong was afraid that she would cry again if he said something too harsh, so he tried to make amends by saying, "It's okay, there are still two days left. Just practice more, we still have hope."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

“It’s not a question of whether it’s hard or not…”

Qiu An's serious answer made Ran Long feel a little uncomfortable. Seeing her face was about to burn again, she quickly found an excuse to escape the scene: "Forget it, I'm going to take a shower, you should go to bed early."

After waiting for a long time without receiving a response, Qiu An pulled a pillow from the sofa and hugged it in his arms. After a moment of hesitation, he asked:

"Will you continue tonight?"