Chapter 47

Qiu An walked towards her. She was always like this, always obedient to Ran Long's orders. If only she hadn't had other thoughts and wasn't secretly doing something behind her back.

But there is no such good thing in the world. Just give some small favors such as food and clothes and expect others to be your lifelong follower?

Qiu An's eyes were fixed on Ran Long's, and the meaning he conveyed was clear and concise. It was rare for Qiu An to express his desire so directly and clearly, so of course Ran Long was willing to give it to him.

Following Ranlong's guidance, Qiu An sat at the head of the bed. The light shone on her body, ironing out just the right amount of emotion.

Ranlong's throat rolled, and he leaned over and held her in his arms, holding her waist with one hand and her face with the other.

That was not Ranlong's action. It was Qiu An who gently raised his chin, and then Ranlong's hand followed.

A smile played on her parted lips.

She was laughing again. She was laughing again. Ranlong looked at her for a moment, then lowered his head and kissed her lips.

Qiu An said, try whatever you want.

Does that mean I can also try out the scenes that have already been performed?

Qiu An responded to her kiss tenderly, and Ran Long knew that she was a man of her words.

But Ranlong was still a little timid. He hugged her, kissed her, but didn't dare touch her. He didn't know if it was because of her recklessness that afternoon that she felt hesitant.

When their lips were numb from kissing, Ranlong finally mustered up the courage and made a great decision. He moved his hands from his waist to the front, to the only place that restricted the bathrobe.

Just as she put them on, Qiu An's lips suddenly showed signs of loosening. Ran Long's heart was alarmed, and he immediately ended the kiss, letting her go, and fled with his hand on the straps.

The bedside lamp was dim, and Qiu An's hair was dishevelled, her eyes hazy. Her lips were plump and moist, seemingly still a little swollen. She didn't close them immediately, pausing for a moment before gently pursing them, as if savoring something.

nice.

It looks great.

No one could help but be moved by Qiu An at this moment.

It’s no wonder that Ranlong forgot about the grudges and became tempted by worldly desires.

Ranlong felt a little unsatisfied, but Qiu An called for a stop, and she couldn't force him.

Just as I was waiting for Qiu An to pack up and leave, he suddenly turned his hand and reached for the light switch on the bedside.

She did not move her eyes away from Ranlong, so she felt around several times before she found the switch.

With a click, darkness enveloped the area, leaving only the moonlight from outside the window barely filtering through the gauze curtains, illuminating the carpet and then reflecting back onto the two of them. Layer upon layer of weakening, very little light remained on Qiu An, leaving Ranlong with only a rough view of her.

"I can't see anymore," Ranlong said. Her voice was breathy, soft, and light, just like Qiu An's eyes, filled with desire.

Ranlong never knew she could make such a sound. It wasn't acting, nor was it the sultry, artificial livestreaming; it was genuine emotion.

"Yeah." Qiu An responded, but did not intend to turn on the light.

Ranlong then thought of something. It seemed like the lights should be turned off when doing those things. The reason they left them on in pornographic films was so the audience could see.

But now there are only the two of them, no audience, and perhaps no need for an audience.

So, are they still acting like this?

Without waiting for Ranlong to think about it, Qiu An took her hand, gently pulled it in, and placed it back on his waist, above the straps of his bathrobe.

Ranlong moved his fingers to sort out the structure of the knot. It was tied very loosely, and the knot would come undone with a slight pull.

Ranlong was just trying to see if she could tear it open, but before she could exert any strength, the straps loosened by themselves.

She remembered what she had said to Qiu An when she was teasing him, "Don't tie it too loosely... You have to let someone else untie it for the best effect."

Ranlong didn't expect Qiu An to be able to practice so well, and she didn't expect that the person who would untie the knot would be herself.

Well, now she just needs to gently peel off the piece of clothing that is pressing on it, and then she can...

She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Ranlong knew that because when he kissed her just now, he hadn't felt the prickly shoulder strap.

Qiu An was incredibly brave. With her prestigious status and the most dangerous attire, she dared to walk out of her room and stand in the hallway of a strange hotel. It was she who had said she didn't dare shower in an unfamiliar room.

Ranlong's hands were shaking a little. I didn't know, maybe it was hyperthyroidism or an early symptom of Parkinson's.

She gently lifted up Qiu An's collar and peeled off one piece at a time.

It's like peeling a corn cob. Fresh out of the oven, fragrant and mouth-watering, you can't wait to take a bite. But at the same time, it's also a little hot.

Ranlong swallowed hard. She tried not to make any noise, but the room was so quiet that Qiu An would surely hear her.

But Joann didn't react. Was she shy? Like that time in the RV?

That day, Ranlong somehow untied Qiu An's clothes. Although my mood back then was very different from now... well... maybe not as different as I imagined.

I felt like I was sweating, even though the air conditioner was on full blast.

She didn't dare look down, even if she did, she might not be able to see anything clearly.

After a moment's silence, Ranlong placed his hand on Qiu An's collarbone, gently tapping with his five fingers, his palm suspended in mid-air without support.

My body is sweating, but my fingers are cold. I don't know, maybe it's low blood sugar, or maybe I'm going into shock.

The moment the fingers touched her skin, Qiu An uttered a very soft sound. Perhaps it was because Ran Long's fingers were cold to her.

But the sound made by Qiu An was so captivating, and the running water wet Ran Long's hair.

Ranlong finally understood why some people showered beforehand and then showered again afterward. Not only did they shower twice, but even someone like her, who was gurgling and fully dressed, had to wash two pairs of panties.

Ranlong felt that he was so useless. In all aspects.

Perhaps the accidental touch in the afternoon had left a deep impression on her, so Ranlong didn't dare to move her hands to the sides and had to go straight down along the harmless valley.

Before I knew it, I touched Qiu An's belly button.

It was a lovely little cave. Ranlong suddenly became interested and reached out to scratch it a few times. There was no impurity in it, just like the playful laughter and laughter of children.

That was her intention.

But Qiu An hummed again, which scared Ran Long and he pulled his fingers away as if they were burned.

"You...what's wrong with you?"

Some people say that when doing this, it is best not to use the dialect or idioms of the Northeast region, as that would instantly dissipate the rich atmosphere.

Ranlong said this because she didn't want the atmosphere to be too ambiguous. After all, they were still working overtime to make a good movie...

But after she actually tried it, she found that it was not the case. Those people on the Internet just watched and did not practice the fake tricks.

"It's itchy..." Qiu An said embarrassedly.

Ran Long was confused and adjusted her posture to ask what was going on, but when she moved, the moonlight that was originally blocked all fell on Qiu An.

What I couldn't see clearly just now, I can see clearly at a glance.

Because she was lying down, it wasn't very big.

Hmm...small, um...very symmetrical?

Perhaps anyone has seen a bunny? Or a chick? Someone's selling these adorable little creatures that fit in your hand. The shopkeepers enthusiastically display them for you to see, asking if you want to try them on your palm...

Will anyone refuse?

Unfortunately, Ranlong was an introverted girl, and when she encountered a shopkeeper who only displayed the goods but did not shout, she did not dare to ask.

He looked around and babbled incoherently: "Belly button, why is my belly button itchy? Belly button, my belly button is my belly button..."

She had wanted to try to scratch her belly button, but she realized she was wearing a nightgown. There was no way for her to touch her belly button without losing her dignity.

Anyone who has touched a belly button without fabric has a common problem.

That is, she would forget that she could touch her belly button through her clothes.

But she soon stopped caring about her belly button because she was in an even more embarrassing situation.

When she was looking for her belly button, she accidentally put her hand too low.

This is no longer a position that can be achieved through relationships like colleagues and friends.

Fortunately... there was still a bathrobe. Ran Long carefully pressed down the hem of the bathrobe with his knees, which prevented the fabric from completely unraveling.

Ranlong silently moved his hand away and moved his body to try to block the moonlight again.

But strangely, no matter how she adjusted her position, she couldn't block out all the moonlight. Even returning to her previous position didn't help. Perhaps her brain had seen what it was supposed to see, and even though the little life had retreated back into darkness, it felt Ranlong still needed this vision, so it automatically filled it in for her.

Just when Ranlong was in a state of panic, Qiu An suddenly called out to her:

"Shen Zixin."

Ranlong's hair stood on end when he heard the name. What's going on? Did Qiu An really think she was Yu Youxuan, acting opposite her? You have such a dedicated, professional, and devoted actress entering the entertainment industry, and you're making her look like a clown?

“You are even more timid than Shen Zixin.”

That sentence brought Ranlong back to reality. He was terrified. He'd thought he'd run into a drama addict. Now that he knew Qiu An was just as distracted as he was, he felt much more at ease.

Qiu An's words sounded like a provocation, but when Ran Long looked back at Qiu An provocatively, he saw that she was smiling.

It was an extremely gentle look, like the look one gives when looking at someone one has liked for a long time.

How could such a look appear between her and Qiu An?

Ranlong was puzzled, but he also refuted her: "I, I am not a coward."

"Is that so?" The sentence ending with a nasal tone, coupled with the faint smile on her face, sounded too much like a mockery and a provocation.

Well, whether it was a provocation or not, Ranlong was provoked. She hated being looked down upon. Of all the people who looked down upon her, she hated Qiu An the most.

Ranlong pushed himself up and moved up, shoulder to shoulder, face to face with her. After adjusting the position, she lowered her center of gravity again, with the tip of her nose almost touching Qiu An's.

There was a glint of pride and unwillingness in her eyes, and she was convinced that this would put pressure on Qiu An.

Let’s see who is afraid of whom.

Little white rabbits and little chicks were no longer enough to express her determination.

She had already removed her knees from the hem of her bathrobe.

Now, she reached out with one hand and smoothly lifted the remaining bracts.

Ranlong wanted to swallow again, but her face was too close, so she held it back, letting the liquid in her mouth accumulate more and more.

After finding the right position, Ranlong put down his palm.

The expected texture of the fabric did not arrive, instead...

In an instant, an indescribable force penetrated into Ranlong's brain, crushing its contents into paste.

Her pupils dilated and her mouth opened unconsciously, and the saliva that had accumulated overflowed from the corners of her mouth.

Qiu An...is not wearing anything.