Chapter 41

The best daylight disappeared like a flash in the pan, night fell, and lights came on in every household. Yuan Chengyin's work was finally finished until the clanging sounds of cooking could be heard one after another.

Ranlong blocked Yuan Chengyin's way, took her arm affectionately, and said with a smile: "Come with me to dinner, I'll treat you!"

Yuan Chengyin sensed a hint of conspiracy. She pushed Ranlong aside and asked, "You're being so attentive for no reason. What trouble have you caused?"

"No! Do you think I'm some scoundrel? It's just a meal. Haven't I ever treated you to a meal before?"

Yuan Chengyin thought carefully for a moment and shook his head: "It's really very little."

"...Okay. I have something I want to ask you for help with. It's something about the script, and it's very serious and formal."

When Yuan Chengyin heard it was about the script, he agreed without hesitation, regardless of how frivolous or nonsensical it was. "Just tell me about the script. Why treat me to dinner? I had lunch late, so I'm not hungry yet. Let me help you with that first."

"Okay, okay, let's go back to the hotel first."

"Back to the hotel?"

"Yes, there are too many people here, it's not very convenient."

Yuan Chengyin was filled with doubts, but Ranlong refused to reveal what the problem was. However, since she had agreed first, she had no choice but to accompany Ranlong back to the hotel.

As soon as the door closed, Ran Long Ling Frame started to fight: "Tell me, am I asexual?"

Yuan Chengyin was clearing his throat when he heard this. He choked on his saliva and started coughing violently.

"Ahem... what did you say, ahem...?"

Ranlong stroked her back and opened a bottle of mineral water for her: "Literally. You heard it clearly."

Yuan Chengyin took a deep breath, took the mineral water, and gulped down half a bottle. He said in disbelief, "You, frigidity... what do you mean?"

Yuan Chengyin had, after all, watched Ranlong grow up, and the conversation quickly spiraled into a frenzy, leaving her scratching her head. She was puzzled. Even if Ranlong was asexual, there was no need to tell her, right? As the saying goes, excessive exposure is also a form of sexual harassment.

"Isn't it in the script... You're not going to say you can't act out those intimate scenes, are you?"

"No, no, I'm an actor. I can act even if I'm frigid." Ranlong rubbed his hands like a fly, "It's just, can you take off your clothes and let me feel the feeling."

Yuan Chengyin instinctively raised her hand to protect her chest, making Ranlong look like a complete scoundrel. The bottle of water in her hand, still uncapped, swung up and down, splashing both of them in the face.

Ranlong: “…”

Yuan Chengyin: “…”

"Didn't I tell you this is script research? It's serious business!"

"Can I refuse? Besides, why don't you ask Qiu An to help you? I'm not an actor."

"You're the director! It's only natural for a director to help actors get into the mood! You wouldn't have any bad thoughts while directing an intimate scene, would you? Just help me, it's not a big deal."

Yuan Chengyin stared at her for a long time, thinking that Ranlong might have some concerns, otherwise he wouldn't have come to her about this, so he agreed: "Okay, then don't let Qiu An know."

Ranlong nodded.

If Yuan Chengyin hadn't told me, Ranlong would have almost forgotten about it.

Qiu An had a crush on this guy.

"Take it off."

“…”

Yuan Chengyin put down the bottle of mineral water and drew the curtains tight. She nervously picked at her fingers, thinking it would be better if it were winter, so she could take off her clothes one by one and have some time to recover. In the summer, after taking off a shirt, there would be nothing left underneath.

"Um...can I have a drink?"

"You're such a fuss! I've never seen you act like this before when we were changing into swimsuits together in the locker room. Are you afraid I'll see you? Are you hiding something?"

Ranlong muttered something, but he still considerately turned off the main light in the bedroom and turned on the small warm-colored light on the bedside.

"Is this okay? It's so dark, no one can see each other clearly."

Yuan Chengyin took a deep breath, crossed his hands, held the corners of his clothes on both sides, and took off his clothes in one go.

Ranlong saw the dark red lace underwear Yuan Chengyin was wearing and couldn't help but exclaim: "Oh, so sexy."

Yuan Chengyin almost lost her temper, but luckily Ranlong raised his hand and touched her arm the next second, interrupting her accumulation of strength.

Ranlong stared straight at Yuan Chengyin's chest. The light was too dim, so she squinted from time to time.

Yuan Chengyin felt uncomfortable being stared at by her and urged, "How is it?"

Ranlong didn't respond. He moved his fingers from his upper arm to his forearm and then to his fingers. His other hand also touched her waist and stomach.

"There's a bit of extra fat." Ranlong commented.

"...I'm not a celebrity, so it's normal to have some extra fat, right?"

"normal."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ranlong moved his whole body close to Yuan Chengyin, with their noses touching, and they would be close if he moved.

Yuan Chengyin took a deep breath... Now there was no extra fat, and his ribs were almost sucked out.

Ranlong's hand was scratching the back buckle of her bra. Yuan Chengyin didn't dare to breathe, and asked weakly, "You don't have to take off your bra, right?"

"Tsk, no need." Ranlong let her go. "Can you take a shower and come out wearing a bathrobe?"

"Sure, but why?"

"Don't worry about it, just do as you're told. You'll have to take a shower anyway, so it won't take up any of your time."

Yuan Chengyin took the clothes into the bathroom, frowned and began to think.

It's very strange, I don't feel anything at all.

It felt like my body was filled with carbon dioxide. I couldn't burn, I couldn't burn at all.

But she didn't give up and decided to try again, controlling the variables. After all, she was most sensitive to the scent of Qiu An right after taking a bath.

It's all because of the hot weather. Yuan Chengyin sweats a lot. It smells a bit and is very disturbing.

Twenty minutes later, Yuan Chengyin came out wrapped in a bathrobe, smelling fragrant.

Steaming water vapor was swirling around her body. At this moment, she looked like a piece of steaming meat that had just been blanched and taken out of the pot.

…

"Just sit and wait for me, don't change your clothes."

After saying that, Ranlong ran out of the room and knocked on Qiu An's door.

Qiu An opened the door and saw Ranlong standing in front of her. She asked her doubtfully, "Xiao Ran? What's going on?"

"Lend me your perfume."

"What is it for?" Qiu An asked, but he had already walked towards the suitcase.

"Never mind. I'll just borrow it and return it to you soon."

After getting the perfume, Ranlong turned around and ran away. Qiu An, who was left without saying goodbye, looked at the direction she went and the room she entered with an unhappy look.

"Don't move."

Ranlong held Yuan Chengyin down and sprayed two pumps of Qiu An's perfume on her.

After spraying, Ranlong looked at her quietly for a while, then walked away dejectedly.

Only Yuan Chengyin, who was adding more fragrance to the incense, was left sitting there, completely confused.

Ranlong returned the perfume to Qiu An, walked back to his room dejectedly, straightened his body, and buried his head in the soft quilt.

After spraying the perfume, Yuan Chengyin looked like a piece of poisoned and inedible meat.

Ranlong gave up struggling.

Now, rather than being unable to act due to lack of experience, she was more troubled by why she had no feelings for anyone else but Qiu An.

Which link went wrong?

Is it that no one else is as pretty as Qiu An?

Does everyone else have fat on their waist?

Or was it that her feelings for Qiu An were actually Shen Zixin secretly playing tricks on her?

Is it really necessary to say it so mysteriously? Her acting skills haven't reached such a crazy level, right?

There was a knock on the door. Ranlong opened the door with his head down and saw Qiu An standing at the door.

Qiu An asked her, "Have you had dinner yet? Do you want to go eat together?"

His stomach growled, so Ranlong agreed to her request.

Walking side by side towards the elevator, Qiu An suddenly stopped in front of Yuan Chengyin's door.

Qiu An asked, "Director Yuan hasn't eaten yet, right?"

Ranlong said, "I haven't eaten yet. Let's call him to join us."

Since there were already three of us, adding two more wouldn't hurt. So when they ran into Sister Hou and Xixi, who were also out looking for food, Ranlong waved his hand and asked them to join the group.

Ranlong decided to go to a restaurant. She used a rating app to find a local restaurant not far away with private rooms. The dishes, such as steamed pork with rice flour, charred bamboo shoots, Vietnamese chicken in clear soup, pickled mustard greens and yellow croaker, and eight-treasure tofu, took a while to arrive. Sometimes none of them arrived, sometimes all of them arrived. As the dishes, light yet fragrant, arrived, everyone pounced on them like hungry tigers, scooping up food and settling down to eat.

Only Qiu An seemed to be not paying attention, had little appetite, and took less food.

She had been leaning towards Yuan Chengyin all the way, intentionally or unintentionally. When she first came in, she, who was never picky about seats, had deliberately moved away from Ranlong and sat next to Yuan Chengyin.

If you are not active in eating, there is something wrong with your brain.

Ranlong thought she was just in love and didn't take it too seriously.

When everyone slowed down their pace of picking up food, Qiu An put down his chopsticks and suddenly asked Yuan Chengyin, "Why are you using my perfume?"

Qiu An's voice was not loud, but everyone present could hear it clearly, and several pairs of eyes looked at her.

Yuan Chengyin's heart was filled with alarm.

What happened? After Ran Long left, she tried every possible way to remove the smell of perfume on her body. Not only did she take a new shower and change her clothes, she also sprayed her own perfume to cover it up.

Qiu An, is it a dog?

"Hmm, hm? Is there?" Yuan Chengyin pretended to be stupid, raised the chopsticks to smell his wrist, smelled his arm, and then smelled his armpit.

Tasteless, really tasteless.

Qiu An looked at Yuan Chengyin with a cold face, as if she had no intention of letting her go.

"Ahaha..." Yuan Chengyin's brain raced. Between telling the truth and playing dumb, she chose to let Ranlong cooperate with her in lying. "Xiao Ran said, um... she wanted to compare the scents of a few perfumes! Yeah! So, she sprayed a little bit of each and tried them out. Right, Xiao Ran?"

"What?" Ran Long, who was named, was confused. "Is it really necessary to lie?"

Yuan Chengyin glanced past Qiu An at Ran Long, her eyebrows dancing as she started the team chat: Didn't you promise me not to tell Qiu An?!

Ranlong chewed the tofu awkwardly and replied: You just asked me not to say it, but you didn’t ask me to lie.

Yuan Chengyin: Why are you pretending to be good at this moment? Are you looking for death?!

Ranlong: Why do I feel like it’s not me who’s going to die?

"Lie?" Qiu An raised his voice, raised his chin slightly, rolled his eyes into his lower eyelids, and looked at Yuan Chengyin with disdain.

Taking advantage of the confrontation between the three, Xixi quietly gave the chicken leg that was left on the table out of politeness to Sister Hou, and picked up a chicken wing for herself.

Sister Hou held up the chicken leg and ate it with great enthusiasm, her eyes never failing to linger among the three people.

There are melons, and there are big melons. People are here, and there are chicken legs with big melons, yeah!