Chapter 20
"Look." Shang Zhier said confidently, "Besides, where on your body haven't I seen it?"
Yan Huai shook the phone and threw it back on the sink, "You want to see it? I won't let you."
If you say you won’t show it, then you really won’t show it. Shang Zhier listened to the sound of splashing water and his imagination ran wild.
After taking a shower, Yan Huai put on a bathrobe, put a facial mask on his face, and walked to the bed with his mobile phone.
"Who are you acting with this time?" Shang Zhier took a sip of his black tea. "Are you easy to get along with?"
Yan Huai leaned against the headboard and thought for a moment: "I don't know the male lead, but do you know the female lead, Gu Shu, who works in the same company as me?"
"I don't know him." Shang Zhier didn't pay attention to anyone else in the company except Yan Huai.
"Getting along is okay, it's all work anyway." Yan Huai said, "The script is too tragic. Shang Zhier, do you just enjoy watching me get tortured?"
Ah, you found out. Shang Zhier chuckled, "How is that possible? How could I bear to do that?"
I just want you to be abused by me in bed.
Yan Huai took off the mask on his face, waited for it to be absorbed, turned off the lights in the room, and lay on his side staring at his phone.
"Playing with your phone with the lights off will cause astigmatism," Shang Zhier reminded.
Yan Huai said, "You are nearsighted, don't talk about me."
"I have been nearsighted since I was a child," said Shang Zhier.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps between the curtains, spilling into the room. Yan Huai drowsily opened his eyes. It was already ten o'clock. He stared at his phone. He hadn't hung up on the video call last night, and it had been almost eleven hours now.
"Shang Zhier, I'm hanging up. I have to go to the crew." Yan Huai stared at the quilt in the video that was dimly illuminated by the light.
"Yeah." Shang Zhier lay on the pillow with a black eye mask on.
After hearing Shang Zhier's answer, Yan Huai hung up the video, washed up and went to the crew.
The costume designer matched him with a blue suit and put on his makeup. Yan Huai looked around to see if there was anyone around, so he took out his phone, took a selfie, and sent it to Shang Zhier.
--Does it look good?
A few minutes later.
--My wife has beautiful long hair. I like it.
Yan Huai stared at the word "wife", his face slightly flushed, and was about to type a reply.
"Brother Yan, the director let us pass. Why are you here alone?" Gu Shu suddenly poked his head out from behind him. "Are you texting your friends?"
"Yes, friend." Yan Huai's hand slipped and the phone fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Gu Shu picked up the black-screened phone on the ground and handed it to him, "Luckily it's not broken. Let's go."
Yan Huai didn't hesitate and left the dressing room with his phone.
The palms of his hands holding the phone were slightly sweaty, and he was not sure whether Gu Shu had seen the content on the screen at that moment.
The thought of being exposed made him feel scared, nervous and withdrawn.
Yan Huai feared losing not only his own future but also Shang Zhier. He knew the profound impact of online violence on a person; the words on his phone were like knives and swords.
Shang Zhier turned over and stared at the short voice message coming from his phone. He clicked it.
"Are you messaging a friend? Yeah, a friend."
He stared at the ceiling in a daze. He clicked on the voice message again, and it was the voices of Yan Huai and a woman.
Friend?
Yan Huai finished filming the morning scene and was eating lunch, but his phone was surprisingly quiet without a single message.
He opened WeChat, but found that he had sent a voice message without knowing when.
Yan Huai long-pressed the voice message and converted it to text. His breath stopped for a moment when he saw the content. No wonder it was so quiet this morning. He hesitated for a moment, but didn't send anything.
Replying with cold words on the phone would only make the situation worse. Yan Huai sighed and regretted his carelessness.
At ten o'clock in the evening, Yan Huai tiredly pushed open the door with the room card and gently closed the door. Before his hand touched the switch on the wall, the person behind him had already hugged him tightly.
Yan Huai was startled at first, but then relaxed when he smelled the familiar scent of perfume. He held the door open with one hand and said, "Shang Zhier, when did you get here?"
Shang Zhier covered Yan Huai's eyes with one hand and kissed his neck, "Afternoon."
"Hiss," Yan Huai cried out in pain, "Don't bite, we still have to film tomorrow."
Although Shang Zhier felt a little jealous, he still opened his mouth and kissed her neck with his lips.
Yan Huai turned on the light and hung his down jacket behind the door.
"Are you hungry? What did you eat for dinner?" Yan Huai asked.
Shang Zhier replied, "I'll wait for you to come back and eat together."
That meant he hadn't eaten yet. Yan Huai swiped his phone to order takeout. When he came out of the shower in his bathrobe, the takeout had already been unpacked and neatly placed on the coffee table.
"Ah." Yan Huai picked up a piece of tamagoyaki with chopsticks and fed it to Shang Zhier.
Shang Zhier chewed slowly, but still felt awkward because of the voice message he received during the day.
He lay on Yan Huai's legs, lifted up Yan Huai's bathrobe, got inside and kissed his belly.
"What? Do you want to eat or not?" Yan Huai felt a little itchy from the kiss and pushed Shang Zhier's head.
Shang Zhier kissed all the way to the chest and bit it.
Yan Huai smiled: "You don't have any yourself? Bite me."
Shang Zhier said nothing.
Yan Huai rubbed his hair and said, "Be good, eat first. I bought a bottle of grapefruit wine last time, do you want some?"
"Hah." Shang Zhier crawled out from under Yan Huai's sweater.
Yan Huai stood up and took two glasses from the cabinet, unscrewed the caps, and the wine slid into the glasses because the bottle was tilted.
He held the wine glass and raised his hand to let Shang Zhier hold the glass himself.
"Feed me." Shang Zhier lay on the sofa, hugging Yan Huai's waist and acting coquettishly.
Yan Huai held one of the glasses to Shang Zhier's lips, slowly pouring the wine in. The wine overflowed from the gap between his lips, flowing down his chin and Adam's apple. Just as it was about to drip onto his collarbone, Yan Huai loosened his grip and lowered his head to gently lick the wine clean.
He let go of his mouth, sat astride Shang Zhier, and asked, "Are you satisfied? Are you relieved?"
"Am I that incompetent?" Shang Zhier said, "Why do you say you're just friends?"
Yan Huai was speechless for a moment. The empty room was silent for a few seconds. He then spoke, "It's enough if only we know that we're not friends. Why should we tell others? I don't care about this."
"But I care." Shang Zhier said.
Shang Zhier knew that he was being too aggressive and relentless, but he just couldn't accept the official explanation that they were just friends.
I have done everything I should and shouldn't do, but you say we are just friends.
Yan Huai was also a little irritated by the pressure. He only wanted to covet the momentary happiness. Telling his friends about meeting the parents was completely unnecessary. Besides, Gu Shu was just a colleague. What was the point of knowing? To hell with all the future matters!
The two men were deadlocked, and Shang Zhier finally gave in. He pretended to be nonchalant and said, "Have you eaten? Let's take a bath together tonight."
Yan Huai took the opportunity to get off the hook and nodded.
In the early morning, the two lay on the soft big bed but did nothing.
Yan Huai opened his eyes and stared into the dark room. He had never believed people saying that young lovers would just chat under the covers, but now, even under the covers, there was nothing to chat about.
He turned around and hugged Shang Zhier from behind.
He wanted to say, Shang Zhier, give me some more time to think about it. My mind is in a mess now. Can you kiss me and hug me like before?
But in the end, he didn't say anything, he just hugged the person next to him tightly.
Shang Zhier was half asleep and half awake. He turned around, hugged him, and kissed his forehead: "Go to sleep, baby."
When they woke up in the morning, they were still a little awkward because of the fight they hadn't had the night before. Yan Huai changed his clothes, packed his bag, and slung it over his back. What do those online posts say? If you don't argue overnight, then it's not even 24 hours, so it shouldn't count as overnight.
Shang Zhier walked him to the door. Yan Huai held the door handle and just raised his foot to leave, but after hesitating for a few seconds, he turned around, held Shang Zhier's face and kissed him several times, the noise so loud that he felt embarrassed.
Shang Zhier opened his eyes slightly and was stunned for a few seconds.
"I'm going to work hunting, just wait for me at home." Yan Huai said.
Shang Zhier smiled, his eyes curved: "I'll go visit the set this afternoon."
Yan Huai lowered his head and thought for a moment, "This is too abrupt. You're not participating in this TV series this time."
"I've worked with this director before," Shang Zhier said, "It's okay."
The two of them lingered at the door for a while until Yuan Meng called to urge them to leave, and then Yan Huai left.
Yan Huai finished acting out a scene this morning in which he was humiliated by high-ranking officials. His face and arms were covered in blood plasma, and he looked so pitiful that it made people feel pity for him.
Yuan Meng opened the lunch box and wiped the blood plasma stains off Yan Huai's arm with a wet tissue.
"I'll wipe it myself later, let's eat." Yan Huai unscrewed the lid of the cup and drank some water.
Yuan Meng said, "I'm going to eat at the spicy hot pot restaurant at the intersection."
Yan Huai looked down at the bland meal on the table and knew that Yuan Meng definitely wouldn't like it, so he waved his hand and asked her to go to the intersection to buy some spicy hot pot.
He poured sesame paste into a bowl of grass, stirred it evenly, and ate it with relish.
There was a noise outside the greenhouse. Gu Shu lifted the tarpaulin, brought a bowl of red bean rice cake soup, walked to the table, squatted down and said, "Brother Yan, I'll treat you to red bean soup."
"Thank you," Yan Huai found a bagel from the brown paper bag, "Here, have this for breakfast tomorrow morning. I know you're trying to control your weight, so this is low in calories and calories."
"Thank you, Brother Yan." Gu Shu looked up and exclaimed, holding the bagel, "Teacher Shang!"
Yan Huai turned around when he heard the voice: "Shang Zhier, have you eaten yet?"
Shang Zhier nodded towards Gu Shu and said, "I've eaten."
Gu Shu got up and left. She lifted a corner of the tarpaulin, but the cloth accidentally got caught on a nail. She didn't care and kept walking forward.
Seeing that no one was around, Yan Huai picked up a piece of chicken breast and fed it to Shang Zhier. "Why are you here so early? Didn't you say you would come in the afternoon?"
"I missed you, so I came here." Shang Zhier took out a wet tissue and wiped the blood plasma off Yan Huai's face.
Gu Shu stood at a distance, watching the scene from inside through the crack in the tarpaulin, stunned. The intimacy between the two of them was simply not something that could be shared between friends. Just as her mind was in a state of confusion, she saw Shang Zhier turn his head and kiss Yan Huai on the cheek.
Gu Shu's brain buzzed.
Yan Huai is a homosexual!
Yan Huai and Shang Zhier are gay!
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