Zhuang Yan still took Lu Yan back to her room, and it was exactly midnight, which meant the end of the day.
Lu Yan stood at the door, reluctant to leave, holding the fox in her arms. She grabbed Zhuang Yan's coat and shook it, acting like a little fox.
"What should I do? I feel like I'm going to be so happy tonight that I can't sleep, Zhuang Yan..." Lu Yan's height was at Zhuang Yan's shoulder. She looked up and gazed at him from his Adam's apple to his jaw and lips.
That look seemed to burn her. Lu Yan took a small step forward. From behind, it looked as if she was in Zhuang Yan's arms, but in reality, they hadn't even wiped their clothes.
This feeling of being close yet distant is the most agonizing. You want to hug but also want to run away. The extreme tug-of-war between men and women will release dopamine like crazy. This feeling is addictive and can make you sink into the pleasure of the tug-of-war.
Zhuang Yan pursed his lips slightly, his Adam's apple bobbing.
What will Lu Yan say at the last moment? She always liked to tease him, saying ambiguous and suggestive things, unintentionally making him blush and his heart race.
Just an hour ago, he told Lu Yan to be mindful of her words and not to say anything that could be misunderstood, but now he was actually looking forward to what she was going to say next.
“I love my birthday tonight, I love the moon tonight, I love watching the fireflies with you, I love the cake you made, I love the little fox you gave me, I love the necklace you bought me, and…” Lu Yan tiptoed and leaned close to his ear, “I love you so much.”
Zhuang Yan was stunned by the last sentence. It wasn't that he didn't hear it clearly, but that he didn't understand what it meant. It wasn't Chinese, nor did it sound like English.
He was about to ask her what she meant when Lu Yan opened the door and flew in like a butterfly. She grabbed the doorknob and waved the fox in her hand: "Goodnight."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door in front of him closed.
Zhuang Yan returned to his room, puzzled. He kept repeating the sentence to himself, but without his phone to check, he could only rack his brains trying to figure it out.
What Zhuang Yan didn't know was that he had already stepped into Lu Yan's "trap." She wanted to leave him puzzled, anxious, and longing, to make him toss and turn, yearning for her day and night. If he couldn't bear to look at things that reminded him of her, she would use a sentence he couldn't understand to arouse his curiosity and make him search for the answer, so that his desire to see her would become as strong as an arrow.
...
It was already late, and Jiang Ning was still awake. When she saw Lu Yan return, she immediately stood up and said, "Lu Yan, thank you."
"Thank me for what?" Lu Yan held the little fox in her arms, carefully checking it under the light to make sure it wasn't dirty. She patted off the dust that couldn't be seen, then placed it by the bedside and fiddled with it lazily.
Jiang Ning walked up to her and immediately noticed the necklace around Lu Yan's neck. Red beans symbolize longing and yearning. Did Zhuang Yan understand the meaning of giving red beans to a girl?
Jiang Ning put aside her thoughts and continued to sincerely thank Lu Yan: "The company had already told me to pack my bags and go back, but when I called my agent just now, she told me that someone had protected me and let me continue recording. That person was you, right?"
Lu Yan neither admitted nor denied it. She patted the dirt off her skirt and said, "Whether you stay or leave is none of my business, as long as you don't disturb my date with Zhuang Yan."
Jiang Ning's feelings were complicated at this moment. "You also helped Zhuang Yan. No matter what, I have to thank you." It was because of Lu Yan's intervention that no one on the internet dared to criticize Zhuang Yan anymore.
Lu Yan finally reacted differently. She stood up abruptly and sneered, "What I did was to get him, not for you."
Jiang Ning suppressed the bitterness in her heart and said with a somber tone, "I know, but I still want to thank you." Because of Lu Yan, she was able to avoid making an even more egregious mistake.
Lu Yan narrowed her eyes and carefully examined Jiang Ning. At this moment, Jiang Ning seemed to have lost her fighting spirit. She was no longer as cold and defensive as before, no longer confronting her head-on, and no longer trying to win against her.
It seems that Jiang Ning has been in a lot of pain during these two short hours. This is an inevitable process of getting through it, and the process of exhausting love is to suffer first.
It's like breaking down your old self from the inside out and starting anew; you can't build something new without destroying it.
"Whatever." Lu Yan withdrew her cold gaze, took her pajamas, and went into the bathroom.
...
While Lu Yan was washing up, the director escorted Xia Wan to An Xinrong's room.
The staff member risked being scolded and knocked on the door: "Ms. An, wake up, get up and open the door, your friend is here."
There was no sound from inside, so the staff could only keep knocking, getting louder and louder. It was locked from the inside, and if they couldn't open it from the inside, they would have to use a key.
Just as the director was hesitating about whether to use the spare key to open the door, the lights in the room came on, and the next second, there was a crackling sound, as if something had been smashed on the ground.
The director retracted his raised foot and moved back.
An Xinrong angrily opened the door: "Are you guys crazy? Why are you knocking on the door so late at night? I finally managed to get some sleep... Xia Wan?"
Why is Xia Wan standing at her door? Is she dreaming?
An Xinrong rubbed her eyes hard. After confirming that the person in front of her was indeed Xia Wan, she was unable to accept it for a moment and became completely dazed.
"Wanwan, what brings you here? Are you the guest star the director mentioned?"
"Hmm." Xia Wan, with a red and swollen face, smiled stiffly. "Xinrong, long time no see."
An Xinrong realized what was happening and pointed at her face, asking, "Why is your face so swollen? Did you just have an injection and the swelling hasn't gone down yet?"
There's a reason why An Xinrong has had so many haters over the years: she has low emotional intelligence and doesn't know how to speak properly.
The director appeared nonchalant, but he was secretly observing Xia Wan. He couldn't see her clearly from outside, but when the light shone from inside, Xia Wan's face was frighteningly red, and it looked painful. One could imagine how hard Lu Yan had hit her.
Adhering to the idea that minding one's own business will allow one to live a year longer, the director sent Xia Wan here and then took Gu Qian to find Zhuang Yan.
Zhuang Yan wasn't asleep; the light was still on, and the door opened as soon as he knocked.
The director knew perfectly well that Zhuang Yan and Gu Qian had a feud, first stealing each other's fiancées and now their parents. In addition, Gu Qian's agent instigated fans to smear Zhuang Yan. Despite all this, the director didn't believe that Gu Qian was innocent.
I feel a little guilty about putting the two of them in the same room now, but I'm also looking forward to what will happen next.
The desire to stir things up will always remain, and the ratings will endure forever.
The director briefly explained the room arrangements. The small house had few rooms to begin with, two for men and two for women, all double rooms. Only Zhuang Yan's room had an empty bed.
"It's too late. How about letting Gu Qian stay here for the night?"
Zhuang Yan smiled innocently, "Of course."
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