Chapter 137 Tender Legs
Su Qianqian immediately ran to the cloakroom and changed into a plain white cheongsam.
Gu Chengyu changed into the black brocade robe with a waistband.
Without the cover-up by the makeup artist on the crew, the plain white satin makes the girl's skin look whiter than snow.
Her waist is so thin that it can be held in one hand, and her long legs are faintly visible.
Her long hair was also tied back, revealing her slender neck.
Her little face was not made up, but she had a cool and fragile temperament.
Gu Chengyu looked at her with a dark gaze.
This outfit and this temperament are completely different from her usual gentle and obedient appearance.
Cold yet fragile, innocent yet kind, this contradictory feeling makes one's heart sway.
More than half an hour later.
The two performed three scenes together, and everything went surprisingly smoothly.
At this moment, Gu Chengyu was holding Su Qianqian and sinking into the large single sofa.
Su Qianqian shook her head and put all of Lin Wan's emotions behind her.
She raised her head and looked at Gu Chengyu in amazement: "Ayu, how did you do it?"
"You clearly only read the biography once."
"I can feel Qi Heng's struggle, reluctance, regret, and love."
Gu Chengyu put his hands around her slender waist and raised his eyebrows nonchalantly: "I have a photographic memory, so it's natural that I can remember it easily."
Su Qianqian looked at him seriously: "Ayu, it's not just as simple as memorizing the lines, it's a feeling, it's Qi Heng's feeling."
"How did you act that out?"
"I even subconsciously thought that you were Qi Heng."
The more she spoke, the more incredible it seemed. "Could it be that you are the chosen one for acting?"
Her watery eyes were full of surprise.
"A chosen actor?" Gu Chengyu laughed out loud at her words.
He pinched her rosy cheek and explained to her, "Going back three generations, the Gu family hasn't produced any music masters, painters, or artists, nor have they produced any drama schools or anything like that."
"Maybe I just don't have artistic talent in my genes."
He paused, then recalled his youth: "When I was little, my family hired the best teachers to teach me piano, violin, oil painting, calligraphy... I could recite the theories of various schools by heart, and I could imitate them to a 70% or 80% accuracy."
"But there's something missing. There's no coherent inspiration. The paintings are rigid, and the music I play has no wrong notes, but it lacks soul."
Su Qianqian leaned in his arms and listened quietly.
She could imagine the little Gu Chengyu, frowning and drawing, unable to find inspiration and only able to imitate. He looked inexplicably cute.
She couldn't help but rub her little face against his chest.
Gu Chengyu felt the kitten snuggle in his arms, and he tightened his arms a little, continuing, "Acting? That's nonsense."
"Looking at the characters in the script and imagining what expressions and tones they should use are all very abstract to me."
He lowered his head, his eyes falling on her little face, and he himself was a little surprised, "But..."
"Looking at you, looking into your eyes, listening to your lines, the feeling comes."
"Feeling?" Su Qianqian blinked.
"Um."
Gu Chengyu responded, trying to express the feeling: "It's very familiar."
"I'm familiar with your little habits when you recite your lines, and I can easily sense the emotions you want to express in your eyes..."
He paused, looking into her clear eyes, "It's like I've acted like this with you thousands of times."
"Your reaction and your emotions naturally guide how I should respond."
"Qi Heng's complex thoughts naturally surfaced when he faced you, Lin Wan."
Su Qianqian was completely stunned, her mouth slightly open.
A natural outcome? That's too far-fetched, isn't it?
She could only attribute all this to the uniqueness of the Son of Destiny.
Looking at her cute look, the smile in Gu Chengyu's eyes deepened.
He leaned over and rubbed his tall nose against the tip of her small nose.
"Qianqian, come back to your senses." His low voice sounded hoarse beside her lips.
Su Qianqian felt a little itchy when he rubbed her, her eyelashes trembled, and her thoughts returned to her senses.
Gu Chengyu's eyes were complicated. "In the last scene just now, there were no lines. I wanted to say that I don't blame you, I wanted to say that I love you, but in the end I couldn't say it."
"Looking at you now, that regret always pops up at inopportune times."
He frowned slightly, as if feeling a little annoyed at being influenced by a fictional character: "It's like we really missed something."
Su Qianqian was about to say something when Gu Chengyu tightened his arm around her waist and spoke again: "Okay, don't think about that anymore."
"I'm not Qi Heng, and you're not Lin Wan. We will always be together."
He changed the subject: "Are you not that tired today on the set?"
Her voice was thin and weak: "Today is fine, not very tired."
"That's good." Gu Chengyu's breathing seemed to sink a little.
He pulled away slightly, and the warmth in his eyes almost melted her.
"Then let me feel that you are still there, okay?"
His eyes lingered on her moist lips, with an aggressive tone: "Let me know that you are mine."
The last few words were filled with a surging desire that had been suppressed for over a month.
Su Qianqian felt weak all over and her cheeks turned pink when he looked at her.
Of course she understood the deeper meaning of his words.
This month, she was busy with the script and joining the crew, and was exhausted both physically and mentally. He took into account her hard work and restrained himself.
At this moment, he obviously didn't want to endure it anymore.
Before she could respond, Gu Chengyu had already picked her up from the sofa, then turned around and laid her back down on the single sofa.
But this time, he didn't sit down again.
Su Qianqian lay on the back of the sofa, her vision obstructed.
Her little head felt dizzy for a moment: Huh?
Then he was stunned for a few seconds before he understood.
She looked back at him, her watery almond-shaped eyes wide open with surprise and shyness, like a frightened deer.
Gu Chengyu looked at the sunken waist and the perky buttocks, which formed an excellent waist-to-hip ratio, and his eyes darkened.
He leaned over, held her little hand and kissed it, then placed her little hand on the edge of the backrest.
He whispered three words in her ear: "Hold on steady."
Then he stood up straight and continued to appreciate.
The old-style cheongsam was originally designed with high slits.
Gu Chengyu looked at the girl's tender legs that were faintly visible through the side of the cheongsam, and for the first time he felt that this design was to his liking.
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The night is still long.
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