Chapter 52

Ranlong waited for her answer for a long time, and realized that she had agreed. He was stunned for a while, then grabbed the room card and phone and hurried back to his room.

So perverted, so perverted, so perverted.

Everyone said she was crazy, but how could she be even a fraction as crazy as Qiu An? He had the nerve to admit such shameless things to her face. What would happen if she lied?

Ranlong ran straight back to the bed. The shy and evasive look that Qiu An gave her at the end lingered in her mind. She felt as if she had been mentally polluted.

Otherwise, why would her hands involuntarily start looking for a place?

Lying flat on the bed and looking at the lights on the ceiling, Ranlong could finally empathize with the other person.

It’s so dazzling. How come I didn’t know it was so bright?

So, will it feel good if you do it yourself?

Ranlong's past experience gave her a negative answer, but Qiu An told her that it could be done.

I kind of want to try it again, using the aftertaste that hasn't faded yet.

Her fingers were more eager than she was, reaching their destination before her thoughts.

It was like there was a small animal there that had been neglected for a long time. Its aggrieved emotions turned into tears that flowed down, making its fur wet, and there was no sign of stopping for a long time.

Ranlong comforted her gently, using the same technique he used on Qiu An.

She petted her little animal, but her mind was full of thoughts about Qiu An.

It seems that if I don’t think about her, the feeling won’t come.

No need to act like it. It just is.

The little animal felt even more wronged after she comforted it. Its tears flowed more and more, and it seemed that it could not be stopped. Just before it let down its guard and burst into tears, Ranlong hurriedly braked.

What on earth was she doing...why was she thinking about Qiu An...it was almost there...

Ranlong tidied her clothes and got out of bed to relax, but the bloating wouldn't go away. She didn't want to continue, so she went back to the bathroom and took a second shower.

This time, cold water was used. The water poured down her spine, freezing her so much that she shivered all over and got goose bumps all over the floor.

She wanted to quench the burning desire and wash away the wet absurdity.

As she washed, Ranlong wondered: When Qiu An was doing this to herself, did he also need to fantasize? So, was the object of Qiu An's fantasies her or Yuan Chengyin?

Ranlong shivered as the cold hit her, causing the water to accidentally splash into her eyes. She blinked and rubbed her eyes, which ached and ached, and the bath water, mixed with her tears, ran out.

Why did she think that Qiu An was thinking about her?

And why would she expect that Qiu An was thinking of her?

-

That night, Sister Hou, who was in a hurry but at a loss, broke into Xixi's room again.

The expression on her face changed by the second. First, she was stunned by the shock of hearing such a shocking news, then she was terrified as if she had seen a ghost, then she was ecstatic to meet an old friend in a foreign land, and finally she was confused as to whether she was dreaming.

These were not things that Xixi noticed. She only made them up after she had finally understood what Sister Hou said.

Sister Hou looked like she was almost out of breath. It didn't look like she had just sprinted 800 meters, but rather like she had a lot of things piled up in her chest and she couldn't decide which to talk about first.

She grabbed Xixi's arm and spat out words one by one: "Xixi! Me! Ranlong! Zhou Banxian! Qiu An! That!"

"Speak slowly, what happened to you guys?"

Who was Zhou Banxian? Who was that? Xixi was puzzled, but she was also worried that too many questions would overwhelm Sister Hou.

She opened a bottle of mineral water for Sister Hou, intending to help her calm down, but as soon as she took a sip, she spat it all out, vomiting all over Xixi.

“…”

Fortunately, Sister Hou finally sorted out the priorities of the matter: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"

As she spoke, she picked up the tissues on the table and stuck them on Xixi one by one. Xixi seemed a little resistant and took the tissue from Sister Hou's hand: "I can do it myself. Tell me what happened to you."

"I just passed by Sister Qiu An's room..." Sister Hou said, shaking her head, "No, no, I met Zhou Banxian first..."

Xixi was puzzled. "Qiu An lives upstairs. How did you pass by her room when you came back? And who is Zhou Banxian?"

"Zhou Banxian, Zhou Banxian is that one, the one I met when I went back to my hometown to get my fortune told. He said Ranlong could help me change my fortune!"

"Oh? Is that such a coincidence?"

"Yes, yes. What's even stranger is that she went into Director Yuan's room!"

"Director Yuan? Did the fortune teller from your hometown just happen to show up here and walk into Director Yuan's room?"

"Yeah! Do you think Director Yuan might have invited Banxian to look at the feng shui and calculate the box office? But that Banxian Zhou is only famous in my hometown, which is a very remote small town in the south. Director Yuan is from the north, so he shouldn't be my fellow villager. Since Director Yuan is not my fellow villager, how could he have invited Banxian Zhou from my hometown..."

Xixi was almost confused. She remembered something and interrupted Sister Hou: "Did you recognize the wrong person? Our crew has booked the hotel. Anyone who can go upstairs so late at night must be someone from the crew."

"I'm absolutely not mistaken! She is the Zhou Banxian I met!"

Sister Hou was anxious and gestured in the air with her hands, wishing she could create Zhou Banxian out of thin air and show it to Xixi.

"Then tell me what that person looks like, maybe I'll recognize him."

"That's right, that's right. She has a baby face, light eyebrows, and double eyelids. She looks very young and gentle. And here, here, here..." Sister Hou pointed her index finger at her face, as if drawing some mysterious mark. "There are several moles on her face."

Xixi thought for a while, but still couldn't come up with a picture in her mind. She asked again, "You're describing too much detail. Could you give a more specific description? Like, height? Hairstyle?"

"Hmm, about the same height as me wearing these low-heeled shoes. Her hair reaches here," Sister Hou reached out and touched her shoulder. "The ends of her hair are curly, and it seems to have a hint of blue."

Finally, I got to the point. There is only one person who fits this description:

"Isn't the person you are talking about Yao Ling?"

"Yao Ling? Our screenwriter Yao Ling?"

"Yes, that's her."

"But she's clearly Zhou Banxian! Ah! I remember now, she was wearing a wig during the script reading that day, right? That afro, the one she used when she was scamming people back home!"

"Well...she was wearing a very exaggerated wig that day. It seems you didn't recognize the wrong person."

"No wonder she told me to choose dyed hair. She must have known Yuan Chengyin would use dyed hair! She even charged me 500 yuan, although I earned it back many times over later..."

"Your eyesight is so good? It's been so long, and her hairstyle is different. How could you recognize Yao Ling the first time you saw her?"

Xixi suddenly interrupted and asked a very subtle question. Unfortunately, Sister Hou was so naive that she couldn't hear the subtlety in her tone.

"Of course not!" Sister Hou's swan neck almost reached the ceiling. "I'm not face-blind at all. I'm really good at recognizing people! My mentor even praised me when I first started!"

"Oh? Is that so? Then you really don't recognize me?"

"This...did you ask the same question when you first met me? Now that we're so familiar with each other, I'll tell you the truth. I really don't remember where we met. You won't blame me, right?"

Xixi smiled, but didn't agree not to blame her: "Maybe there will be a chance for you to remember it. You just followed Yao Ling and passed by Sister Qiu An's room on your way back. Then what?"

"Then! Then!" Sister Hou's attention was successfully diverted. "I heard a very strange noise coming from her room."

"What's going on?"

"It was the kind of music and noises that children's toys make. I initially thought she was watching short videos, but then I thought Sister Qiu An probably wouldn't like those things, so I got a little worried, so I leaned over by the door and listened for a while... Then I heard Ranlong inside... talking... yelling..."

Then, no matter how much Xixi asked, Sister Hou was too embarrassed to say what had happened.

"Why don't you write it down? There's paper and pen on the table."

"No, that's too weird! Turn around and don't look at me. I'll tell you quietly."

Sissi looked at her once, then looked at her again and turned away silently.

Sister Hou clung to Xixi's shoulders, slightly raised on tiptoe, closed her eyes, and said, "I'm asking you, do you want to make love to me?"

Xixi's ears felt hot and her breathing stagnated. She turned around and looked at Sister Hou in surprise. Sister Hou still had her eyes closed, as if she refused to face all this.

When Xixi realized that these words were said by Ranlong to Qiu An, she wanted to run upstairs and beat up the two people who were probably rolling together.

She had to pretend to be calm and comfort Sister Hou: "Don't panic, they are just acting together."

This excuse works once, but will it work a second time?

Sister Hou tentatively opened one eye. "Really? Is this really in the script? Such... explicit lines?"

Anyway, Sister Hou probably hasn't read the complete script. Even if she has, she has forgotten most of it. It's up to her to write whatever she wants.

"That part really exists. That's right, it was written by that ghostly Yao Ling. Haven't you read the online reviews? Everyone says her script is awful, and that it's all thanks to Yuan Chengyin's filming. Do you believe it now?"

"Ugh! You can even say something like that! Can this really be broadcast?"

"That definitely won't be broadcast! I bet you, when the movie is released, this sentence will definitely be deleted!"

"Ah... do we still need to film it?"

"Who knows? Maybe there will be a special edition for overseas release. But the possibility is very small. Director Yuan might delete it on the spot."

"It's a shame that Ranlong and Qiu An put so much thought into rehearsing for a plot that won't be released. It's such a waste of effort!"

Sister Hou was fooled again. Xixi was very satisfied and continued, "It doesn't matter. They became close because of this! Look at how bad their relationship was when they first met. Now that they've read a script like this together, there's nothing they can't overcome."

Sister Hou nodded in agreement.

Sissi made up her mind silently.

If there was a third time, she would definitely expose all the affair between Qiu An and Ran Long.

By the way, how did things get so fast between them? Are they already together? That doesn't seem likely, does it? They're taking the sex-first, sex-later approach...

Qiu An was truly capable. In such a short time, she was able to trick someone who hated her so much into her bed, and he even took the initiative to ask for her bed.

Xixi couldn't help but worry about Ranlong.

If Qiu An really caught this fish, it would be eaten until there was nothing left to the bones before it even came ashore, right?