Although Jiang Jianian had no expression and his tone was extremely flat, Ye Zhiwei could still hear the sourness in his seemingly casual tone, as if he had overturned a jar of jealousy.
Ye Zhiwei recalled that this person had confessed his feelings almost forcibly after seeing the rumors about Yu Shishu and her. Before, whenever they met, he would declare that Ye Zhiwei was his girlfriend. Looking at Yu Shishu's despair with a blank expression, Jiang Jianian, who knew the truth well, knew that Yu Shishu's statement this time was entirely because of Ye Zhiwei.
Jiang Jianian chuckled, "He is quite affectionate."
Once this vinegar jar is overturned, everything they say will sound sour.
Ye Zhiwei chuckled dryly, "I remember Yingying performed quite well. Yu Shishu was very satisfied with her explosive scenes, perhaps because he valued her talent—"
She paused here, and her boyfriend's expression had completely vanished.
This person is becoming increasingly blatant and overt in their jealousy, no longer bothering to hide it.
Ye Zhiwei had no choice but to go over and start massaging Jiang Jianian. "Is my boyfriend jealous?"
"No."
Jiang Jianian's tone was practically an open declaration that he was unhappy.
Ye Zhiwei was amused by Jiang Jianian's jealous look, but still comforted him, "You've met him before, and you made it very clear back then. Since he knows I already have a boyfriend, how could he still have designs on me? Besides, I heard my cousin mention that Yu Shishu seemed very satisfied with Yingying's best scene. After Yingzi's scenes were finished, he even talked to the agent about future collaborations. It's not a big deal for a big director like him who loves making movies to speak up for actors."
As Ye Zhiwei was saying this, Jiang Jianian was browsing information on his phone that read: "Directors like Yu Shishu, although very serious about filming and demanding of actors, are truly famous and don't interfere with actors' affairs outside of filming. As long as the actors behave themselves and don't do anything that would affect filming, even if the actors have some negative news, Yu Shishu never intervenes. I don't find this strange. It doesn't make sense to say that Yu Shishu wants to curry favor with Ye Yingying's family. Would a rich family's young master need to curry favor with his adopted daughter to achieve commercial benefits? Ye Yingying doesn't have that kind of influence, and Yu Shishu has absolutely no need for it. I'm really curious why Yu Shishu is so protective of Ye Yingying. To be honest, after analyzing this, I even doubt whether the gossip about Yu Shishu liking Ye Yingying is true."
Jiang Jianian merely frowned slightly upon seeing this and remained silent.
Ye Zhiwei could sense Jiang Jianian's barely suppressed displeasure.
Ye Zhiwei awkwardly withdrew her hand, realizing that the more she tried to comfort him, the worse it got. Just as she was about to stop and wait for Jiang Jianian to figure things out, Jiang Jianian grabbed her ankle before she could even run away. She didn't even know how he did it. With her ankle held, her waist was wrapped around him, and she was almost forcibly pulled into his arms.
"Ye Zhiwei, is this how you coax people? You're going to give up after less than ten sentences?"
Ye Zhiwei said awkwardly, "I just felt that the more I coaxed you, the more awkward it seemed, and I thought you might need some time to calm down."
Jiang Jianian sneered.
Ye Zhiwei immediately took the initiative, sitting on Jiang Jianian's lap and placing her hands on the sofa behind him. Their eyes met, and Jiang Jianian's gaze was slightly lowered. Ye Zhiwei looked at the boy's thick, long eyelashes, delicate and beautiful features, and thin, light lips. Every angle of him seemed like an art film. This intimate contact made Ye Zhiwei's heart beat faster. She took a deep breath and said nervously, "Are you insecure? You're so insecure that you worry about the slightest thing?"
Jiang Jianian didn't speak, but simply raised his eyes slightly to look at Ye Zhiwei.
Everything he did was to hold onto Ye Zhiwei tightly. Even though he had already won her over, the shadows of the past would still wake him from nightmares in the dead of night. In his dreams, there was no Ye Zhiwei, only Ye Yingying. His hands were covered in blood, and he was surrounded by darkness, unable to see a single ray of light. Only during the act of committing crimes could he feel as if he were alive.
This isn't the first time I've dreamt of her, but Ye Zhiwei isn't in my dreams.
Jiang Jianian reached out and stroked Ye Zhiwei's face. It was very quiet around them, so quiet that there wasn't a sound. He could hear her breathing and feel her gentle words. After a while, he said, "You are mine."
Seemingly sensing that his words were inappropriate, Jiang Jianian added, "I am yours too."
Under Jiang Jianian's gaze, Ye Zhiwei couldn't help but stroke him, from his soft lips to his beautifully curved jawline, down to his collarbone. His breathing was a little rapid, and Ye Zhiwei could feel his body, which had been a little cool, slowly warming up. Ye Zhiwei's hand slowly stroked Jiang Jianian's Adam's apple, and only when she heard Jiang Jianian panting and pressing his hand against hers did she wrap her arms around his neck and whisper with a smile, "Yes, I am yours, and you are mine."
She loosened her grip and took Jiang Jianian's hand, guiding it down her body to her chest. Her heart was pounding rapidly, and she whispered, "Don't you know why my heart is beating so fast?"
Jiang Jianian's gaze was deep and intense. Ye Zhiwei's breathing was tense and long. Sensing Jiang Jianian's unease, she couldn't help but confess to him, "From the very beginning of our relationship, I've had the intention of marrying you. There's no one else, no rivals. I won't fall in love with anyone else. I only love you, I only love you—"
She said the word "love" in a very low voice, close to Jiang Jianian's ear. Jiang Jianian's touch made his heart beat fast and strong, as if echoing Ye Zhiwei's confession.
He walked ninety-nine steps toward her, and she resolutely took that step and threw herself into his arms.
Jiang Jianian's recent nightmares seemed to be soothed by Ye Zhiwei's words. He hugged Ye Zhiwei tightly, and the hug turned into a kiss. Ye Zhiwei was originally sitting on Jiang Jianian's lap and kissing him, but later Jiang Jianian took the lead again and pressed her down, and the two were very close.
Her clothes were mostly off, and she took the initiative to wrap her arms around Jiang Jianian's neck. He lowered his head to kiss her, and she couldn't help but tilt her head back to kiss him. The panting during the kiss made Ye Zhiwei's face burn red. His movements became more and more rough, and his physical reactions became more and more obvious. He was always close to Ye Zhiwei, and his hand was placed on the edge of Ye Zhiwei's jeans. "Is it okay?"
He stared at her and asked.
Ye Zhiwei subconsciously stepped back a little, but then got up again to help Jiang Jianian unbutton his shirt. Her hands were trembling a little, as if she wasn't fully prepared. She couldn't unbutton the shirt after the second button because of her nervousness. When she finally managed to unbutton it, Jiang Jianian pressed her hand down.
Jiang Jianian frowned slightly. He covered Ye Zhiwei's head with his coat, and by the time Ye Zhiwei took off her coat, Jiang Jianian had already buttoned it up again.
"Jiang Jianian—"
"I'm going to take a shower." His voice was extremely hoarse and terrifyingly low, and he didn't even look at Ye Zhiwei.
Just as the young man, about to let his girlfriend go, was about to leave the sofa, Ye Zhiwei grabbed Jiang Jianian tightly, blushing under his gaze, and said, "Isn't there another way..."
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