Chapter 20

Almost the moment Xia Lanzheng opened her mouth, the whole set fell silent.

The young man in the dark robe had a bright, focused gaze, tinged with cunning. His gentle words were carried by the wind, reaching the ears of those around him.

Yu Jiawei took a deep breath. Yang Pengfei was afraid that Cheng Lan would lose his temper, so he suddenly turned his gaze to the man's face.

Cheng Lan blinked, then remembered that these words sounded particularly familiar -

He told Xia Lanzheng this in person not long ago.

"If you beg me, I will help you."

The boomerang came too fast, Cheng Lan's face changed, as if it was going to dye his black clothes red.

Xia Lanzheng caught the change in his expression and clearly saw embarrassment and discomfort on his face.

He remained unmoved.

Ever since he joined Xingpai, he had inevitable work interactions with Cheng Lan.

Cheng Lan is not an unreasonable person. All his emotional expressions are based on their past.

Xia Lanzheng didn't like this. Just because he couldn't correct the past didn't mean he couldn't control the future.

If you don't like it, then change it.

So he didn't let go, wiped the water marks on his wrist, and fixed his eyes on Cheng Lan's face again.

"Xiao Xia..." Yu Jiawei spoke first, "Well, go change your clothes first. We'll be back tomorrow. If you catch a cold, it will probably delay you for quite some time."

During the few seconds of silence, Yu Jiawei almost understood.

Xia Lanzheng and Cheng Lan probably knew each other for a long time. There is a lot going on here, and only they know what exactly happened.

The costume was soaked with water, dragging Xia Lanzheng's body down. The hem of his robe stuck to his ankles. He lifted his leg and continued the conversation that Yu Jiawei had given him.

"Oh, then I'll go change my clothes first."

Xia Lanzheng glanced at Cheng Lan, whose expression had returned to normal, and turned around, unbuttoning her clothes as she walked.

After taking a few steps, someone grabbed his belt.

Cheng Lan lowered his head slightly, and when Xia Lanzheng looked over, he immediately let go of her hand.

This posture caused him to raise his eyelids, and his dark eyeballs moved, like a puppy feeling guilty after doing something wrong.

Cheng Lan didn't hold back his voice, so everyone around him could hear it.

"Please, Zheng Zheng, don't be angry."

There was another long silence. Not far away, the props teacher let go of something, and something rolled all the way with a clanging sound.

Xia Lanzheng hadn't expected Cheng Lan to actually give her this kind of honor, and she was no less surprised than everyone else. His expression, which had been tense for a long time, relaxed a little, and he opened his mouth slightly, almost letting out an "ah."

Yang Pengfei reacted quickly, pushing Cheng Lan out and turning back to explain to everyone: "It's just a joke between friends. Cheng Lan is shy, so everyone should give him some face! Don't spread the word. Thank you everyone."

After the people had gone far away, Yu Jiawei breathed a sigh of relief, smacked his lips and said, "Nice, Xiaoxia, you're quite good at it."

Of course, this matter was not over yet. On that day, Yang Pengfei used Cheng Lan's money to order meals and snacks for everyone, and then discussed with Yu Jiawei and went back to take care of everything.

The two agents got to know each other thoroughly.

The crew had a dinner party in the evening. Xia Lanzheng felt uncomfortable after being caught in the rain, so Yu Jiawei went in his place.

He stayed in the room and took a bath, his long black hair floating in the bathtub, and the water was no longer hot.

The request he made to me during the day was purely revenge, and he couldn't think of an answer.

But when Cheng Lan really asked for it, Xia Lanzheng felt uncomfortable.

He closed his eyes and buried his chin in the water. Bubbles gurgled on the surface of the water, and he suddenly thought of something else.

The Cheng Lan in my mind has a very small face, still childish, and looks like he is in elementary school at most.

"Zheng Zheng, come to my house and play games. My dad bought me a new game console."

"Come on, come on...ah? You haven't finished your homework yet?"

"It's okay, I'll call your brother and tell him you're coming to my house to study."

"Please, please."

With a splash, Xia Lanzheng's face rose from the water.

What, whose memory is this?

These words were different from the memories in the original owner's head. They felt very real, as if he had experienced them personally.

There was a noisy sound of voices in the corridor, and the sound of dragging footsteps stopped all around.

Xia Lanzheng's cell phone, which was placed on the stool, rang. Brother Yu sent a message asking him to go to bed early and they would be back early tomorrow morning.

The doors around opened and closed, and the drunken conversation was blocked behind the door panels.

Xia Lanzheng replied with an "ok" and stared at her legs under the water for a long time.

The water was completely cold, and he sneezed, rubbed his nose, and stood up. The water flowed down his back and onto the ground.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Xia Lanzheng, wrapped in a bath towel, asked alertly, "Who is it?"

No one answered, and the knock on the door sounded again.

He wiped himself hastily, put on a bathrobe, and went to open the door. He squinted and looked at the peephole above the fire demonstration map.

The old, dilapidated light bulb stretched out the dim corridor, and a face suddenly came closer.

When Xia Lanzheng saw who was coming, she was startled.

He took a step back, opened the door, and hurriedly pulled the person at the door.

Cheng Lan's temperature was very high, and the heat was brushing against his body, carrying with it a strong smell of alcohol.

Xia Lanzheng looked around but didn't see her agent Yang Pengfei or anyone else.

Unexpectedly, Cheng Lan slipped in and quickly closed the door.

The positions of Xia Lanzheng and Cheng Lan suddenly changed. He leaned against the door and tightened his collar. Cheng Lan took a step forward, his eyes red.

He stood tall and pressed down, pressing his head directly on Xia Lanzheng's shoulder.

His forehead pressed against Xia Lanzheng's skin, and it felt very hot. Xia Lanzheng immediately realized that something was wrong with him.

His breathing was heavy in his ears, and Cheng Lan's hair rubbed against his neck, making him feel numb and itchy. He even heard a few low moans.

Party, alcohol, and unconsciousness, putting these key words together, he understood what was going on.

Who is so wicked as to drug Cheng Lan? There are so many people on the set, they are really risking their lives!

Xia Lanzheng grabbed Cheng Lan's arm and pushed him out, but the man was too big, so he had to struggle to get the phone on the shoe cabinet.

"Just bear with it for a while," Xia Lanzheng gritted her teeth and had to slap Cheng Lan's face twice, "I'll contact your agent..."

Cheng Lan clutched Xia Lanzheng's bathrobe at the waist. "Yang Pengfei is drinking with the producer. He's drunk... There are too many people on the set. Something might happen. I'll stay here for a while... It's not serious, really."

He tried his best to suppress his heavy breathing, but he still let out a few gasps when he opened his mouth.

Xia Lanzheng's hair stood on end when she heard this, and her body was also stained red.

He cursed unbearably and raised his voice: "I'm taking you back to your room, let go of me!"

Cheng Lan didn't answer. As he listened to Xia Lanzheng's voice, his body became hotter and hotter.

Was Xia Lanzheng's voice like this before?

Why is this so...wrong?

Cheng Lan looked up and stared into Xia Lanzheng's eyes, which were moist amber and very beautiful.

He suddenly remembered the scene today, when Xia Lanzheng was lying on the ground, as if she was really dead.

Xia Lanzheng's hands tightened around his waist, and he felt pain in his bones.

Cheng Lan suddenly buried his head in his shoulder again, and after a rustling noise, Xia Lanzheng's whole body stiffened.

He really has nothing to say to this group of gays.

If this happened to an ignorant straight man like Song Xinghuai, could he bear it?

By the way, where is Song Xinghuai?

Xia Lanzheng tilted her neck back and stretched out the hand holding the phone. As she moved, she felt a burning sensation in her neck and something liquid trickled down from under her earlobe.

After he reacted, he wailed again and pushed Cheng Lan away. Cheng Lan slammed into the standing clothes rack at the entrance.

Xia Lanzheng touched her neck fiercely, feeling a few drops of liquid, and almost collapsed: "Why are you crying! I didn't cry!"

Cheng Lan covered his head and didn't dare to answer. He was afraid that if he said it, Xia Lanzheng would get even angrier.

——He was so afraid that Xia Lanzheng would die.

He didn't know why, but the feeling was so real, as if he had experienced it once before. The more he thought about it, the more scared he became.

The heat in his body could no longer be hidden, and Cheng Lan subconsciously leaned towards the cold person in front of him.

Xia Lanzheng had just showered, her skin feeling cool and smooth. The tips of her hair smelled of shampoo again, but it was different from last time, a sweeter scent.

What should I do? It’s so hot, I really want to...

Cheng Lan pinched his palm and regained some clarity.

This is his childhood friend, they are both straight!

Cheng Lan's hand was slapped away with an unknown sound, as he touched Xia Lanzheng's hand.

Everything in front of him was blurry and Cheng Lan couldn't see anything clearly, so he quickly moved closer.

Xia Lanzheng heard him murmuring all the time.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"Zheng Zheng, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'll just stay for a while."

The sound scratched Xia Lanzheng's earlobes back and forth, and he could hardly bear it.

It was clearly not him who was taking the Chinese medicine, but he felt severely burned all over.

No wonder this kind of plot always appears in melodramatic novels.

After one night, the relationship between the protagonists will always undergo a qualitative leap.

So this drug is transmitted through the air!

"No, I really have to go call someone!" Xia Lanzheng was about to collapse.

As soon as he finished speaking, he was pressed against the wall.

"I'm sorry, Zheng Zheng..."

Xia Lanzheng's bathrobe slipped from her shoulders, exposing her skin to the air, and Cheng Lan's voice stopped abruptly.

The two looked at each other, Cheng Lan's eyes were dull and he had lost all his rationality.

Xia Lanzheng felt something against her thigh, her mind went blank for a moment, and she screamed in her heart, "Oh no!"

Cheng Lan was so confused that he couldn't even recognize people!

He pushed Cheng Lan away with force. Cheng Lan lowered his head and tried to bury his head in his shoulder again. He grabbed his neck with one hand, causing Cheng Lan to cough dryly twice.

Xia Lanzheng kicked open the bathroom door. There was still water in the bathtub that he had used, but fortunately it was cold.

Without thinking, he pushed Cheng Lan in.

With a plop.

Cheng Lan's eyes widened. He sat in the bathtub, his nose filled with the scent of Xia Lanzheng, and he almost couldn't control himself.

"Please..." Xia Lanzheng began to unbutton Cheng Lan's clothes. "Just do it yourself here. I'll keep it a secret for you!"

Under the clothes were large lumps of honey-colored muscles. Xia Lanzheng didn't dare to look closely. After trying for a long time to open them without success, she tore off the clothes while cursing.

"Don't call for help," Cheng Lan said, soaking in the cold water. He twisted his thigh hard and regained some of his sanity. "I... should be fine soon."

Xia Lanzheng responded with a "hmm" and poured a basin of cold water over it.

"Then hurry up, don't suffocate to death here with me, I'm really scared!"

After saying that, he quickly left the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

There was a noise inside immediately. Xia Lanzheng covered her ears and ran into the room, playing a rhythmic dance music.

There was another sound of banging on the door from the other end. Xia Lanzheng thought it was Cheng Lan in the bathroom, but when she got closer she found that the noise came from the front door.

Looking through the peephole, Song Xinghuai was standing outside the door with his phone in hand, ready to send a message.

Xia Lanzheng was almost scared to death.

"Brother!" Song Xinghuai came closer and called out, "I heard some noise in your room. What happened?"

Xia Lanzheng didn't dare to respond, pursing her lips and not daring to say anything. Song Xinghuai continued to ask, "I know you're here. Are you okay?"

A muffled groan came from the bathroom, and Xia Lanzheng quickly shouted to cover up Cheng Lan's voice.

"I'm not convenient now, please come back tomorrow morning!"

Song Xinghuai's voice stopped for a second. He heard both voices and it took him a while to react.

"Brother, are you alone?"

Xia Lanzheng knew he had misunderstood, so she ignored all else and opened the door a crack. "I... I'm really inconvenienced. Uh, I was just about to take a shower, and the water is already ready."

Song Xinghuai saw his open bathrobe, revealing his fair and rosy skin, and the color of his face was not right.

Before he could say the next word, Xia Lanzheng nodded at him and closed the door without hesitation.

After waiting at the door for two seconds, Song Xinghuai outside stammered "sorry" and walked away as if he was being chased by a ghost.

Xia Lanzheng opened and closed her eyes, too embarrassed to think about Song Xinghuai's expression just now.

The noise in the bathroom gradually died down. Xia Lanzheng threw herself into the quilt, turned off the music, buried her head in the quilt and waited.

Perhaps she was too tired from filming during the day, or perhaps it was because what she had just done was too stressful. Xia Lanzheng didn't hold on for long and fell asleep as soon as she closed her eyes.

In the bathroom, Cheng Lan clenched his hands, which were rubbed red, and continued to move while cursing.

I didn't dare close my eyes, because as soon as I closed them, Xia Lanzheng's face would appear before my eyes.

He felt sick, and after the filming was over, he had to ask Yang Pengfei to find a doctor for him.

Which department should I go to if I want to date my childhood friend?

The bath made him feel more and more refreshed. He drained the water and went to the shower room to take a cold shower.

I don’t know how many hours passed, but when Cheng Lan came out, it was already dawn.

He glanced at the bulge in the quilt. Xia Lanzheng was sleeping soundly, with a red mark on the side of her face.

His long hair spread on the white pillow, and he was as beautiful as a mermaid who had just come ashore.

Cheng Lan let out a long sigh and didn't dare to look again. He packed up his things and tiptoed out.

He stood by the door and looked around. Seeing that there was no one around, he quickly returned to his room.

Shit, he wanted to curse again.

How come it's like having an affair?

Cheng Lan leaned against the door. Everything that happened last night made him afraid to face himself or Xia Lanzheng.

He stood in the darkness for a long time. The sun rose and the morning light gradually filled the entire room.

Cheng Lan took out his cell phone and opened Yang Pengfei's WeChat.

"Cheng Lan: Brother Yang, I want to tell you something."

"Cheng Lan: Uh, something's wrong with someone on the crew."

"Cheng Lan: Come find me when you wake up. I need to delete a video."

"Cheng Lan: Oh, there's one more thing."

"Cheng Lan: I have a friend who seems to be gay. What should I do?"