Chapter 102 Applying Lipstick
After autumn arrived, the weather in Jinghai became dry. The autumn wind blew dryly, and it stung my face. Almost overnight, the leaves on the branches turned yellow.
A gentle breeze carrying a chill swept by, and fallen leaves tumbled down the slopes of Yenching University, soon piling up on both sides of the road.
Cong Chun's throat had been dry and sore since last night. The boy covered himself with his dark red corn quilt and curled up inside like a silkworm.
Winter arrives late in Jianghe, and the air is generally humid; dry weather is rare, unlike the dry climate of Jinghai.
Therefore, when Cong Chun woke up in the morning, his throat felt like a rusty piece of iron, and it was difficult to speak.
Cong Chun frowned in the dormitory bathroom, staring at her wrinkled reflection in the mirror. She looked like a dumpling made by her grandmother, with wrinkles that looked like it was about to split open.
He felt as if two little people were sawing inside his throat, sometimes fast and sometimes slow.
It just so happens that today is Sunday, and the campus of Yenching University is quieter than usual during class time.
Now, Luo Qing's cool fingertips grasped Cong Chun's chin, forcing Cong Chun to tilt his head back slightly.
Cong Chun was like a lamb to the slaughter, staring at the person in front of him without blinking, not daring to move an inch.
This reminded Cong Chun of when he was a child, squatting beside his grandmother watching her kill chickens. His grandmother would hold the chicken by the neck and then snap it, and the chicken would instantly die.
Xiao Congchun squatted down beside him, curious to see, yet too afraid to look.
So he had no choice but to cover his eyes with his little hands. Xiao Congchun's fingers peeked out through a gap, blocking his view, and he only dared to see a rough outline.
Even with her brows furrowed, Luo Qing was undeniably beautiful, and such a person would cause a sensation wherever she went.
The boy stared at Cong Chun's small face. Her lips looked a little chapped and wrinkled, like grapefruit peel. Luo Qing couldn't help but think that Cong Chun must have picked at them.
So, Luo Qing pressed the boy down and applied lip balm, spreading it with her fingertips, and the boy didn't seem to care at all.
"Brother, let me put some lip balm on for you."
Lipstick? Cong Chun had never used lipstick before; he had only ever used toothpaste and ointment.
The silky smooth and refreshing touch, with a slightly cool temperature, came into contact with Cong Chun's lips.
The lipstick has a light orange scent, and the aroma is refreshing and invigorating.
After applying the lipstick, Luo Qing gave the rest to Cong Chun.
"Brother, this lipstick is for you."
"I still have a lot, all of which were gifts from the brands."
Luo Qing's delicate eyebrows and eyes held a hint of a smile, like the gentle and tranquil moon in the sky. The boy had a high nose, thin lips, and deep features. When he wasn't smiling, he looked somewhat unapproachable.
However, Luo Qing rarely uses lipstick, but he happened to have one in his bag, which Xiao Zhu had given to him.
Celebrities must always pay attention to their image when they are out in public, but Luo Qing in front of me seems to be born to be an actress.
Even when he stays up all night to finish his work, his skin is still in great condition. He doesn't get pimples or dark circles, and his skin looks light even without makeup. When he does wear makeup, it adheres so well that it's almost invisible.
Moreover, Luo Qing's face is very versatile, and coupled with his professionalism, he can play a wide range of roles without making people feel uncomfortable.
For example, one second he might be a kind and friendly neighbor, and the next second he might turn into a deranged serial killer living next door.
Therefore, Luo Qing is considered a well-regarded young actress in the industry. She is highly skilled, doesn't act like a diva, and has a great attitude towards her fans. She is basically a well-rounded performer.
Moreover, they don't have the arrogant attitude that some celebrities in the industry have after becoming famous.
Luo Qing has been praised by countless people for her beauty and the intrigue she has.
However, at this moment, Luo Qing was completely attracted to Cong Chun. In his eyes, Cong Chun undoubtedly had an outstanding appearance, which would be considered top-notch even in the entertainment industry.
In fact, Luo Qing couldn't help but take a few more glances at Cong Chun the first time she saw him in Liujin.
Thinking of this, a cold glint flashed in Luo Qing's eyes.
Unfortunately, he met the other person a little too late.
Immediately afterwards, Luo Qing inadvertently revealed a wound on her arm to Cong Chun.
I was injured on set a while ago. It's a two-centimeter cut. Actually, the wound isn't big or very serious, it's just that it's a bit deep.
However, Luo Qing had already dealt with it while on set.
After Cong Chun noticed this, he immediately took the initiative to ask the other party.
The happiest thing for Cong Chun since coming to Jinghai is that he has made many friends.
Although Cong Chun had friends when he was studying in town, he only had one friend.
Later, that friend stopped playing with him, and Cong Chun still feels a little sad when he thinks about it.
Seeing Cong Chun's worried expression, Luo Qing was secretly happy. The injury on his arm had almost healed, but he still wanted Cong Chun to notice.
To make the other person feel sorry for you, all you need to do is offer a few words of concern, and they'll be satisfied.
It's perfectly normal to use harmless little tricks on someone you like.
Thinking back to that day, after the party that ended military training, Cong Chun broke free from his embrace without hesitation.
Luo Qing's beautiful, long, peach-blossom eyes were deep and unfathomable, unconsciously darkening slightly, with overly long raven-feather-like eyes leaving a shadow beneath them.
If the other person's gaze and attention are only focused on you, that's fine.
Luo Qing's brooding gaze involuntarily fell on the back of Cong Chun's neck, and his thoughts began to wander romantically.
If the two could sleep in each other's arms at night, or if he could hold Cong Chun while sleeping...
The soft moonlight shone on them as they faced each other, whispering sweet nothings and promising never to be apart.
How wonderful would that be?
Since his debut, he has played many roles, portraying the lives of different characters.
He had never thought about what his future partner would look like. Luo Qing once thought he would find a partner who could help his career, after all, he, Luo Qing, never did anything that would be a losing proposition.
He used to keep real life and acting very separate. In Luo Qing's view, those love-at-first-sight scenes in movies were exaggerated and unrealistic ideas.
It is simply impossible for this to happen in reality.
Unfortunately, one day he actually met him.
It was as if God had bestowed upon Luo Qing a gift, pure and innocent, unaware of the ways of the world.
So, Luo Qing stared at Cong Chun's lips, which she had just applied lip balm to herself. The next second, Luo Qing leaned close to Cong Chun's ear, the two of them very close.
Luo Qing could still seem to smell the faint scent of soapberry on Cong Chun's body.
As if bewitched, he inexplicably wanted to lean in and kiss her.
Unfortunately, Cong Chun noticed, and the boy subconsciously waved his hand away.
With a crisp "smack," a light slap landed on Luo Qing's originally handsome face, leaving a slightly red mark.
A hint of hesitation flashed in Cong Chun's eyes; it was his subconscious reaction, but he hadn't expected to hit Luo Luo instead.
Luo Qing lowered her head, her hair obscuring the emotions in the boy's eyes, and Cong Chun couldn't see the expression on the boy's face.
The next second, Luo Qing slowly raised her head. The boy's eyes curved into a smile, and the corners of his lips turned upwards.
Her tone was drawn out, with a hint of coquetry.
"Brother, my face hurts so much."
"Next time, hit Lolo a little lighter, okay?"
Cong Chun was startled. His ears twitched, and when he spoke, his voice was hoarse.
"I...I'm sorry."
But Luo Qing noticed Cong Chun's unconsciously curled fingers, and realized that the other person's emotions had changed because of her.
Luo Qing's emotions surged even higher; his heart was pounding as if it would burst.
However... it would have been even better if my brother had let me kiss him just now.
Why are you allowed to kiss others, but not allowed to kiss him?
Cong Chun did not do it on purpose.
The subconscious state of vigilance has become a habit, and it may take some time for Cong Chun to correct it.
However, when facing Duan Mingxiao, Cong Chun did not show this guarded state; in fact, he felt somewhat relaxed and at ease.
Thinking of this, Cong Chun's heart skipped a beat.
It seems that lately, no matter what he does, he easily thinks of the young master.
The young master broke the racing car model, but Cong Chun wasn't angry because he knew the young master didn't do it on purpose.
However, Cong Chun also knew that the model still had many problems. If he could replace it with better materials, it might not have broken so easily.
Unbeknownst to him, Cong Chun's phone notifications stopped pushing health information about middle-aged and elderly people. In addition to push notifications of artworks by domestic and foreign artists, they also started pushing racing news.
Cong Chun knew nothing about racing, and before he met Duan Mingxiao, he had never even imagined that such a competition existed.
But when he saw the racing news pushed to his phone, Cong Chun couldn't help but click on it.
Perhaps he just wanted to see if he could spot a familiar face in these racing news articles.
After that day, Cong Chun placed a new order for materials, hoping that he could create a more robust racing car model by building a model on his computer and using printing technology.
That way, no matter how many times the young master falls, he won't get hurt.
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