Yu Qinghuan took the fastest shower in his life. When he climbed onto the bed, his body was still wet. Huo Qu didn't mind, he turned over and hugged him in his arms.
The two of them had slept together for such a long time that Yu Qinghuan had long been accustomed to this sleeping position. She lowered the air-conditioner temperature a little, reached out to turn off the bedside lamp, and obediently nestled into Huo Qu's arms.
It's summer now, the hottest time of the year. Even with the air conditioner blowing overhead, it's still very hot for two young men to be pressed together.
Yu Qinghuan's forehead was covered with sweat. He endured it for a while, and guessed that Huo Qu was almost asleep, so he carefully moved out. Who knew that as soon as he moved, he found that Huo Qu's hand around him tightened immediately.
"You're not asleep?" Yu Qinghuan raised his head and looked at Huo Qu in shock in the darkness. He reached out and gently touched his face. As expected, he noticed that his eyes were open. "Didn't you say you were sleepy?"
"I can't sleep." Huo Qu rubbed his hand and said aggrievedly, "It hurts..."
"Hmm?" Yu Qinghuan was so hot that he felt dizzy. Hearing that, he touched him reflexively. He didn't notice any reaction. Just as he was about to speak, Huo Qu grabbed his hand.
"Qinghuan, have you thought about it?" His voice was filled with joy and disbelief. This was the first time Qinghuan took the initiative!
"No, no, no!" Yu Qinghuan explained quickly, almost wanting to slap himself in the face. Huo Qu had clearly told him before that he felt uncomfortable because it was past his regular bedtime. How could he have suddenly lost his mind and thought that Huo Qu was talking about that kind of thing!
I must buy some walnuts and ginkgo nuts tomorrow to nourish my brain!
"I... was wrong." Yu Qinghuan bowed guiltily and patted Huo Qu's back soothingly, "Go to bed, it's so late."
Wrong idea? In the darkness, Huo Qu's puzzled gaze fell on Yu Qinghuan's head.
How could I be wrong? I have already told Qing Huan...
He tried hard to analyze Yu Qinghuan's meaning, and when his thoughts reached a certain point, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Qinghuan," he kissed the top of Yu Qinghuan's head with great joy, and his right hand slipped under the hem of Yu Qinghuan's clothes, lingering on his thin and flexible waist, "Don't be shy."
Yu Qinghuan: “???”
What is he shy about? What was Huo Qu thinking about now?
He felt limp due to the itchy and numb feeling on his waist. He finally managed to hold down Huo Qu's hand that was constantly making trouble. He gasped and said, "Don't touch me! Are you still sleeping or not? Don't think too much. Why should I be shy with you!"
"I know," Huo Qu suddenly turned over and pressed him under him, pushing his shirt to the top, licking and biting his collarbone, his voice muffled, "You're always like this..."
"What's wrong with me?" Yu Qinghuan didn't know what was going on in his mind. She grabbed his shoulders and was about to push him out, but her body suddenly trembled and she couldn't help but hum.
"Don't, don't bite there..."
"Just like that..." Huo Qu's hand reached into his pants, his breathing was heavy, and his heart was beating like a drum. He felt that he finally understood what Qing Huan had said before: "Rejection is permission" meant.
"You clearly want it, but you say no; you clearly feel comfortable, but you ask me not to touch you."
“I didn’t…” Yu Qinghuan was so fascinated by him that she raised her head and gasped to defend herself: “Stop, stop trying to trick me!” She grabbed the bed sheet under her body and finally regained a bit of rationality, “Didn’t you… didn’t you react just now?”
Why are you suddenly so excited now! Simply... a beast!
"Yes," Huo Qu straightened his waist and bumped into him, proving himself with his strength, "I will have it when I see you."
After a pause, the movement of his hands suddenly stopped. When Yu Qinghuan couldn't hold back any longer and instinctively wanted to raise his waist, he leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth flatteringly, "Qinghuan, help me..."
"Just once." Yu Qinghuan did not agree immediately. After a moment of silence, he uttered three words firmly.
Huo Qu looked very reluctant and hesitated for several seconds. Suddenly, he reached out and touched Yu Qinghuan's lips carefully and tentatively.
Yu Qinghuan immediately understood what he meant, and was so angry that she laughed. She pushed him and said, "Huo Qu, do you want to kiss me every day before you go to sleep?"
Zhao Qingyuan's Indian magic oil is really harmful to people...
Huo Qu was stunned for a moment, then blushed and revealed the dimples on his cheeks, and said: "If you are willing, of course I will."
Yu Qinghuan: “…”
Yu Qinghuan, who was forced to brush his teeth several times throughout the night, was still yawning when he went to the national station the next morning. Yu Xin originally wanted to ask, but when he saw Huo Qu sitting upright next to him, he shut his mouth.
He thought it would be better not to delve into the reasons why Qinghuan was so sleepy.
The national TV station acted very quickly. After communicating with Qinghuan the day before, it called all the actors who had been awarded the title of overseas cultural ambassadors and held an awards ceremony the next day.
This ceremony continued the national station's usual style and looked very serious. There were not only certificates but also awards. Before the official entry, the stylist even deliberately made Yu Qinghuan's hairstyle more stable.
That evening, Yu Qinghuan appeared on the news broadcast. Among a group of old artists with wrinkled faces, his handsome face stood out.
Although there are few people watching the news in front of the TV now, the official media of almost all countries have reposted this news on Weibo. Soon, the news that Yu Qinghuan became the new overseas cultural ambassador spread throughout the Internet.
"Ah ...
"Hahahaha, even though this is a serious matter, I just find it funny. Don't you think this photo is like a cute little chick that accidentally wandered into a group of respectable old hens?"
"Hahahahahaha, there's poison upstairs! What the hell is this group of venerable old hens!"
"Fuck, there must be something fishy going on here. Why did Yu Qinghuan get on the national stage? It's obvious that there's a financial sponsor behind her!"
"Are you stupid? Which sponsor can bring an actor to the news broadcast? If there is such a sponsor, I have only one request: introduce him to me!"
………………
Yu Qinghuan was unaware of the undercurrents on the Internet. At this moment, he was surrounded by a group of people and couldn't get away.
"You are a handsome young man," an old artist looked at him with a smile and said to him, "I heard that Xiaofeng's ring was found. Thank you very much, otherwise she would have to suffer for a long time."
"It's nothing," Yu Qinghuan smiled embarrassedly, "It was just a coincidence, I feel lucky to be able to help Teacher Cen."
"You can't say that," the old artist waved his hand, and suddenly a malicious smile appeared on his face. "I heard that you are very lucky and your nickname is Koi? My daughter is your fan and she keeps forwarding your photos at home every day to pray for good luck."
He took out a small notebook from his pocket and handed it to Yu Qinghuan, "Knowing that I would meet you today, she specifically asked me to ask you for an autograph."
Yu Qinghuan didn't expect that these old artists who usually had stern faces and always scolded the new generation of actors would actually do something so down-to-earth. He was stunned for a moment and then respectfully took the script.
"Please thank her for her love for me," he wrote, "I am indeed very lucky to have so many good fans."
This sentence obviously pleased the old artist, and the smile on his face deepened. Just as he was about to speak, a group of people suddenly came over, looking at Yu Qinghuan like they were watching a rare animal.
"Is this the young man with special spiritual energy that old man Wang Zhensheng mentioned? He is indeed quite good."
"Oh my, Lao Liu actually asked for an autograph. Is he still a fan at such an old age?"
"No, no, I heard Qing Huan has very good luck. Lao Liu, do you want to take advantage of her good luck? Emma, then sign one for me too!"
"Eh? There's such a saying? Then I'll join in the fun and have one..."
People who engage in art, even if they are old, are very up-to-date in their thinking. They are just like the young people and one of them asked Yu Qinghuan for an autograph.
When the director of the award ceremony saw this scene, he suddenly had an idea. He pulled the photographer over and asked him to take a few photos. Then he posted a Weibo:
"I heard that rubbing against a koi fish brings good luck? [Photo] [Photo]"
Given the nature of the national station, even such activities are always very serious and not very interesting. Therefore, it has received very little attention among young people. This year, thanks to Yu Qinghuan, a few more people forwarded it.
The director was so worried about this that he nearly lost his hair. He couldn't think of a solution that would satisfy both parties. He was really at his wit's end, so he borrowed Yu Qinghuan's name and acted a little cute.
As it turned out, his decision was completely correct. As soon as this Weibo post was released, it was forwarded crazily by netizens.
"Oh my god! I suddenly feel so pampered!"
“Fuck! Isn’t that Liu Heng in front? Teacher Liu Heng who won the Lifetime Art Achievement Award! He actually asked Yu Qinghuan for an autograph!”
"There's not only Liu Heng upstairs, there are so many big shots... Yu Qinghuan is really an amazing person..."
"No, Qing Huan is not a human, he is a human-shaped koi..."
…………
The contrast of this incident was so great and so unbelievable that many forums were in uproar that day. Yu Qinghuan's fame skyrocketed because of this incident, and in a short time, almost everyone knew her.
Yu Xin was so happy that he was humming a tune while walking. He was busy choosing scripts and endorsements for Yu Qinghuan and even forgot his own birthday.
When Yu Qinghuan took out the birthday present, he was stunned.
"What is this?" He took the gift box dizzily, opened it and looked at it, his eyes widened in surprise, "SLR and lens? Holy shit! Both micro-focus and telephoto?! Qinghuan, why did you suddenly give me this?"
Yu Qing smiled and said, "Birthday present. Happy birthday, brother."
Yu Xin loves photography and is very fond of all kinds of SLR cameras and lenses. But... a DSLR camera will make you poor for three generations, and photography will ruin your life.
In two lifetimes, Yu Xin only started to make money recently when his film pay increased. He didn't even have a house, let alone invest in his hobby.
Yu Qinghuan had always wanted to thank Yu Xin, but she didn't know how to express it. So she took this opportunity to give him something he liked as a token of her appreciation for him.
Maybe in the eyes of others, Yu Xin is not professional enough, or even holding him back. But in his eyes, Yu Xin is the only agent in the world who can care about him and take care of him wholeheartedly.
There are many gold medal agents, but there is only one Yu Xin.
"I, I forgot everything, but you still remember it." Yu Xin hugged the gift tightly for a long time, then said with red eyes.
The best thing he had ever done in his life was to help Yu Qinghuan when he was in the most difficult time.
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