Chapter 8 Every Sentence is a Trap
The sun rises and the cicadas chirp in midsummer.
Luo Qinglin had just regained consciousness, but his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them. He closed his eyes, frowned, pursed his thin lips, and supported himself on the bed with his elbows, trying to use the force to sit up.
"Good morning, Mr. Luo."
His elbow was suddenly pulled away, and Luo Qinglin fell back onto the bed with a thud. He opened his eyes hastily and found Jiang Yanyu lying on his side, wearing a black silk nightgown, supporting his head with one hand, staring at him with interest.
The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the bedroom had been drawn long ago, and fine golden light refracted through the glass onto Jiang Yanyu's face. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly in the sunlight with her breathing, with a hint of alluring sexiness in her laziness.
Luo Qinglin's breath was choked, and he suddenly turned over, turned his back and said, "Good morning, Mr. Jiang."
Jiang Yanyu yawned and said, "Mr. Luo was really restless last night. He kept kicking his legs over and resting them on my..."
"I'm going to take a shower." Luo Qinglin interrupted Jiang Yanyu's frivolous words and hurried out of the bedroom without looking back.
Cool water poured down from the top of his head, and Luo Qinglin rarely took a cold shower.
When he thought about helping Jiang Yanyu wash his hair in this bathroom yesterday, the full and smooth muscle lines of Jiang Yanyu's body appeared in front of him again. The more he thought about it, the hotter Luo Qinglin felt.
Luo Qinglin shook his head, shattering the increasingly beautiful fantasies in his mind, and turned his face towards the rushing shower water, trying to use the cold water to wash away the disturbing memories.
"Mr. Luo, you've been in there for twenty minutes. If you don't come out, your breakfast will get cold."
Jiang Yanyu's shout came through the bathroom door. Luo Qinglin paused and slapped his cheeks twice.
The sound of water gradually stopped, and when the bathroom door opened, no hot air came out, but there was a hint of coolness in the air.
Jiang Yanyu leaned against the door and asked with a half-smile, "Mr. Luo, are you taking a cold shower so early in the morning?"
"I'm used to it." Luo Qinglin walked straight forward, stepped barefoot on the moon-white carpet outside the bathroom, and said calmly.
"Don't leave in a hurry." Jiang Yanyu grabbed Luo Qinglin's wrist, took the towel by the bathroom door, and gently wiped his head with it.
The two men faced each other, Jiang Yanyu's fingertips twisted his scalp through his hair and towel, and Luo Qinglin felt his scalp tingling, as if there was an electric shock.
The minty breath hit his forehead, blending with the cool scent of Luo Qinglin's own shower gel, making him imagine a lot.
Luo Qinglin couldn't help but think that Jiang Yanyu must have lied about her height in her modeling information. She was clearly nearly a head taller than him, but the information said she was 1.87 meters tall.
Jiang Yanyu was only a few centimeters taller than him in his third year of high school. How come she is so much taller than him now?
The person holding the towel did not reminisce about the past. Jiang Yanyu was staring at the whorl of hair on Luo Qinglin's head. The whorl was slightly tilted to the left and was small, which made him look extremely cute.
Feeling playful again, Jiang Yanyu pulled away the towel and pressed his index finger hard on the small whorl of hair. He pressed it for a second and then released it. After releasing it, he pressed it again, over and over again, as if he was playing with something interesting.
"Hiss..." Luo Qinglin was lost in thought and immersed in the past. He was awakened from his memories by a heavy pressure on his head. "What are you doing?"
"I'm sorry," Jiang Yanyu took his hand back. Even though he had hurt someone, there was no trace of guilt on his face. "You have white hair on your head. I'll help you pull it out."
Without waiting for Luo Qinglin to question, Jiang Yanyu pushed him to the dining table by the window and pulled a chair for him to sit down.
Jiang Yanyu’s duplex in Beijing is about 200 square meters in size. The community has excellent security and a quiet environment.
Looking out the window through the glass, you can see a large light green artificial lake with a pair of black-necked swans floating leisurely on the lake.
The scene outside the window was so beautiful that Luo Qinglin suddenly thought of his second-hand house in an old neighborhood. He could only see rows of old electric poles through the window. He retracted his gaze, sighed slightly, and scooped up a spoonful of glutinous rice pearl sweet wine.
There were a variety of dishes on the table, about a dozen in total. It was a bit too much for breakfast, but Luo Qinglin did not feel it was extravagant. Instead, a warm feeling ran through his heart.
On the left half of the table were snacks from his hometown - vegetable spring rolls, fried dough sticks and pancakes, tofu dumplings, and beef noodles in clear soup.
Luo Qinglin never returned to Lincheng after he went to college.
It’s not that he doesn’t want to go back, but he has to stay in another city for internship every holiday to earn living expenses for the second half of the year. After graduation, he works all year round, so he rarely gets to taste the hometown flavor in his memory.
On the right side of the table were Jiangcheng's breakfast dishes - three-fresh bean curd, noodle nest, soda buns, sweet wine...
These were the breakfasts that Luo Qinglin often ate when he was in college. They were filling foods that could be bought for just one or two yuan in the cafeteria. If he had a few bites before morning classes, he wouldn't feel hungry until noon.
Luo Qinglin looked up at the clock on the wall.
It was only 7:30 in the morning. Perhaps Jiang Yanyu had already gotten up and ordered these snacks for him that he hadn't eaten for a long time.
"Thank you." Feeling warm in his heart and a little sour in his nose, Luo Qinglin pushed the low-calorie spring rolls in front of Jiang Yanyu and thanked him in a low voice.
The small spring rolls pushed aside the salmon quinoa salad with only a little vinaigrette. Jiang Yanyu curled his lips slightly, picked up one and put it into his mouth.
The fresh fragrance of vegetables explodes on the tip of your tongue, and the slightly sweet and sour sauce made from fresh tomatoes greatly increases your appetite.
Although it was delicious, Jiang Yanyu only ate two bites, then pushed the spring roll back without any reluctance and picked up another piece of salmon.
Seeing Jiang Yanyu managing himself, Luo Qinglin remembered his disdainful questions in the ward and couldn't help asking, "Why did you become a model in the first place?"
Hearing this, Jiang Yanyu's chewing slowed down for a moment, and after a two-second pause, he replied nonchalantly, "I just did it when I wanted to. There's no need for so many reasons. It's just like how I liked Mr. Luo. I fell in love with him at first sight. There's no special reason."
You are using such frivolous love words to fool people. Luo Qinglin was too lazy to pay attention. He picked up a piece of bean curd and bit the slightly burnt egg skin.
"Mr. Luo, you don't believe what I said?" Jiang Yanyu asked.
"Believe it, of course I believe it." Luo Qinglin said sarcastically without any emotion.
Jiang Yanyu smiled, crossed his hands on the table, and said seriously, "Did you know that La Forêt was on the verge of bankruptcy a few years ago?"
"I know." Luo Qinglin nodded.
"After I took over La Forêt, I found that most of the brand's haute couture designs were castles in the air, and the ready-to-wear designs were too weird and had no market. This may have been a shining point in the past, but it doesn't work in today's fast-moving consumer era."
“I wanted to make drastic changes after taking over, but there was too much resistance within the brand. The design director who had been in office for more than ten years and my grandmother did not agree to the change, so I had to turn to developing the young people’s market.”
Taking a sip of water, Jiang Yanyu continued, "It's not difficult to recruit new designers, but if you don't have a deep understanding of their style, it will be difficult to get along with them."
Luo Qinglin asked: "So you decided to go to the fashion show, deal with those designers in person, and poach them?"
"Yes," Jiang Yanyu raised his lips like a proud fox, "So the revival of La Forêt is all thanks to my hard work."
Knowing that Jiang Yanyu was talking nonsense again, Luo Qinglin pouted and said:
"You only do high fashion. The designers of the top brands didn't change last year, and you didn't recruit any of them. Besides, the current chief designer of La Forêt just graduated from school. How can you recruit the air at the show?"
The lie was easily exposed, but Jiang Yanyu was not panicked. Instead, his eyes sparkled. "How did Mr. Luo know that I only buy HF? Could it be that Mr. Luo is my fan? Could it be that there is also that... die-hard fan symbol?"
"I," Luo Qinglin paused before replying, "I have a friend who is your fan. He often posts updates about you on WeChat Moments, and I know about it because he sees them often."
"Really?" Jiang Yanyu chuckled, as if he didn't believe it. "Then Mr. Luo, remember to thank your friends for me."
"Well," Luo Qinglin changed the subject, "When will the love variety show you mentioned yesterday start filming?"
"A week later," Jiang Yanyu forked up a piece of kale and put it into his mouth, his eyes frivolous, "Mr. Luo, if you don't get close to me first, what will happen if you don't perform well on the variety show? There are cameras everywhere on the set, and any weirdness on Mr. Luo's face will be captured by the camera."
Just got out of the old pit and fell into a new one.
Luo Qinglin suspected that no matter what he said now, he would be tricked by Jiang Yanyu.
After thinking for a moment, he decided not to say anything, but to respond with action. He picked up a small spring roll and put it to Jiang Yanyu's mouth.
"Mr. Luo, what are you doing?" Jiang Yanyu lightly bit off the glutinous and smooth skin of the spring roll and stared straight into Luo Qinglin's eyes.
Luo Qinglin swallowed a breath of air imperceptibly, stared at Jiang Yanyu's lips and said, "Practice in advance."
The two of them sat opposite each other, separated by a long dining table. If Luo Qinglin wanted to feed the spring rolls to Jiang Yanyu's mouth, he had to stand up, bend down, and get in front of her.
As she bent her waist, Luo Qinglin's white nightgown opened slightly, revealing her mole-free white collarbone, and the angles were charming.
Jiang Yanyu put away his smile, pushed the small spring roll away from his mouth, and slowly placed the fork on the table. His movements were so elegant that he seemed like an old-fashioned gentleman from the old century.
"Mr. Luo, do you know what real practice is?" Jiang Yanyu clasped his hands together and supported his chin, saying word by word.
Just like a deer can sense the danger of a lion hunting, Luo Qinglin subconsciously withdrew his hand, shrank back into the chair and said: "That's what lovers do."
"What are the things that couples would do?" Jiang Yanyu asked again.
Luo Qinglin suspected that Jiang Yanyu was setting a trap for him again, so he cautiously replied: "Hold hands, hug and kiss."
"No, Mr. Luo answered incorrectly."
After he finished speaking, Jiang Yanyu slammed his right palm on the table with a bang. The wooden table made a loud noise, which scared Luo Qinglin so much that he trembled subconsciously.
Before Luo Qinglin could recover from his shock, Jiang Yanyu supported himself on the table with one hand and leaped up by stepping on a chair.
In less than a second, Jiang Yanyu flew over the soup and snacks on the table, and pushed Luo Qinglin to the ground along with the chair.
The expected pain did not come. A soft arm supported the back of Luo Qinglin's head. His hands were pulled above his head, and his wrists were tightly held by Jiang Yanyu's broad palms. His knees were pressed down hard, making him unable to move.
Jiang Yanyu's smile reappeared, his narrow fox eyes closed slightly, and he leaned down to whisper into the ear of the stunned Luo Qinglin.
"Mr. Luo, this is called practice."
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