The last scene of the play was Portia pretending to be a judge and confronting a Jewish businessman. Ye Kai changed into a judge's uniform and wig, which made the audience very confused. After the curtain call, everyone was busy taking selfies and chatting in the group. In the blink of an eye, they found that Comrade Portia was gone. The burgundy satin dress also disappeared with him, so they guessed that he went to the dressing room to change clothes.
Tianyi has two auditoriums. One is a century-old building, which was the former site of the provincial school, carrying the memories and changes of the times. The other is the Bing Auditorium built on the tenth anniversary of the school, with two thousand tiered seats, and a styling room running through an entire corridor. Class 3 and Class 9 of Senior 1 share the same hall. Class 9 is currently waiting nervously, and the crowded dressing room is now empty. Ye Kai took off his wig and tight wig, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. He put his palms together and let out a sigh of relief for a while, then he stood up. Just as he took off his judge's robe, the door was pushed open. Looking up, he saw Chen Youhan leaning against his back with his arms folded in the mirror.
Ye Kai turned around in panic, leaning against the dressing table, his black robe half untied, revealing the matching puff sleeves, petal-edged stand-up collar, tie-up shirt, high boots and tight breeches. Chen Youhan raised his eyebrows, whistled, and walked towards him slowly.
"Why are you here?"
"I really couldn't come because of something, but then I suddenly missed you so much that I wanted to take this opportunity to come and see you." Chen Youhan said innocently, "I sent you a WeChat message but you didn't reply."
Ye Kai said coldly: "I don't believe it."
Chen Youhan laughed, raised her hand to untie the thin ribbon bow on his collar, held his chin and lifted his face, and said in a deep and ambiguous voice: "Just don't believe it, am I so easy to fool?"
Ye Kai held onto the table nervously: "There's someone here..."
Chen Youhan leaned over and sucked on his lips, his eyes dimmed: "I locked it."
These four words carried too much ambiguity, and Ye Kai's heart was scattered. Chen Youhan looked at him with gentle eyes: "Miss Portia, you are so beautiful, the whole Venice is crazy about you." Picking up a scattered eyeliner from the table, he twisted it with one hand, gently lifted his chin, and put a dot at the end of his eye. The tip of the pen was cool and soft, and it touched a little with a little force. Ye Kai closed his eyes unconsciously, and when he raised his eyes again, there was a teardrop mole at the end of his eye. The pen was gently put down, making a knocking sound. Ye Kai opened his lips slightly, closed his eyes slightly, and asked softly in a very light tone: "You miss me very much, what do you use to miss me?"
The tip of her thumb mercilessly rolled over his lipstick-coated lower lip. Chen Youhan leaned in close to him, but didn't kiss him. She said vaguely, "Whether you get it or not, you're just thinking about it."
Ye Kai couldn't stand this kind of teasing, and took the initiative to kiss him. The ribbon of his shirt was untied, and his collar hung loosely to one side. His black hair couldn't cover his slender neck, which was held and caressed by Chen Youhan's palm, and lingered by his lips. He tilted his neck, and the light in the dressing room was dazzling, burning white roses in his closed eyes. His smooth shoulders trembled slightly, and his arms that were supporting him almost lost their strength. He could only rely on Chen Youhan's arms to barely stand.
They separated breathlessly, and all the spirit in his eyes became blurred. Chen Youhan kissed his eyes with pity, and teased him helplessly: "You have been hiding from me for so many days, but in the end, I still can't do anything to you."
Ye Kai lowered his eyes in a hurry. It turned out that he knew everything. These days, he used the excuse of being busy with rehearsals to contact Chen Youhan less frequently. Their WeChat has never been so quiet. Perhaps Chen Youhan was also busy with official business and did not ask any further questions.
"You'll have to be punished." Chen Youhan let him go and helped him straighten his collar. "Miss Portia, am I right?"
"I don't know what you're talking about..." Ye Kai looked away.
Chen Youhan leaned close to his ear and said, "Would you please wear a skirt again?"
Ye Kai opened his eyes wide, his body a little stiff. Chen Youhan held him in his arms, half coaxing and half forcing him. The door curtain of the dressing room was lifted, and the long skirt of the satin dress dragged on the ground, and the white gauze lining disappeared in the dim light of the dressing room.
There was no one in the dressing room, but the light was still glaring, illuminating the messy room. The door curtain was slightly shaken by the impact.
"Don't move... It's not like that... Let go! I, I can do it myself... Go away... Don't push me!... It's the wrong way around! It's on the wrong way around!..."
The door was gently twisted open. The long corridor was empty. Through the soundproof wall, applause surged like a tide. The wine-red satin dress was like a rose blown by the wind in the night. Portia, the daughter of a wealthy man, was held by someone's hand and stumbled through the carpeted corridor, ran through the solid wood spiral staircase, and ran through the lobby of the auditorium with crystal chandeliers. The glass door was pushed open suddenly. His heart was panting as if it was about to jump out of his chest. The dark night, the sky full of stars, the distant singing, the clear chirping of insects, the wind in his face, the dark red runway - bang! Ye Kai was pressed tightly against the wall, and his lips, which were opened because of panting, were fiercely sealed.
How can I never get enough of kissing?
He held his breath and pushed Chen Youhan away, breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling violently. It was only a moment of calm, and when their eyes met, they hugged and kissed again. Chen Youhan's white shirt was deformed by his grip. Her legs were pulled up high, and the heavy skirt was piled up. Chen Youhan was very fierce, fierce in vain and hopeless, fierce with nowhere to vent.
His scent filled the air, the expensive Bulgari salon scent, the faint smell of pine and nicotine. Ye Kai actively pestered her, and passively endured, willingly throwing away his armor, his lips and tongue numb. Gradually, he could no longer stand, his legs were so weak that he had no strength at all, and he slid down the wall. Chen Youhan knelt in front of him, holding his face, and kissed his face carefully.
"It would be nice if you were a girl." He sighed, stroking Ye Kai's hair, revealing his face with residual makeup. His eyeliner was blurred, and his lipstick was kissed to blur the lip line. Under the distant street light, Ye Kai's eyes were clean and ignorant, with innocent desire and confusion. Hearing this, he blinked slightly: "Would it be better if it was a girl?"
"If it's a girl, I can take you home with me." Ye Kai's face was in his palm. His thumb stroked his smooth and soft cheek, and he said half seriously: "If it's a girl, I will go to your house to propose marriage tomorrow. I will give the 40 million Lafa to your sister, the GC to your grandfather, set up the best education fund for Qu Jia, and give the president position to your father. Is that enough?"
"Then you have nothing—"
"I have you."
Ye Kai's heart trembled, and Chen Youhan gently caressed his lips: "...Baby, I have you."
Ye Kai lowered his eyes and curled the corners of his lips without emotion: "...It's a pity that I'm not a girl."
Chen Youhan suddenly hugged him and held him tightly in his arms. He should say that it was the same for boys, whether they were boys or girls, as long as it was you, as long as it was you, Ye Kai. The stronger the power that was holding him in his heart, the tighter his arms were holding Ye Kai. Respect him, Chen Youhan, respect his youth, family and choice of an ideal life. He gritted his teeth, his jawline was as tight as a sculpture, and pressed Ye Kai deeply into his neck.
"Brother Youhan," Ye Kai's voice was light and muffled, "...I can't control myself anymore."
Someone's heart suddenly contracted violently.
"What does it mean to stop at that point and part ways amicably?"
Chen Youhan didn't answer.
Another show ended. The host's voice was dignified but vague, and the applause was loud, reminding people of the sea under the moonlight.
"It means that if you get tired of each other one day, you should break up peacefully. If someone objects, you should give up calmly. If there is any force majeure, you should let go naturally, right?"
"If I were a girl, we wouldn't have to part ways amicably, right? You would fight for me at all costs, use everything you have to exchange for me, and tell the whole world that you like me..." His body trembled in Chen Youhan's arms, and the grievances accumulated over the days turned into tears, soaking Chen Youhan's shirt. He cried again. He didn't cry when he broke his bones while skiing, didn't cry when he practiced serving and got blisters, didn't cry when he jumped into the sand pit to catch a baseball, and didn't cry for all the things he had fought for with all his strength. All his tears were for this love that he couldn't fight for.
"Xiao Kai, Xiao Kai, baby, look at me, look at me——" Chen Youhan held his face: "As long as you are happy, as long as you are happy, do you hear me?"
Faint laughter came from the playground. Two people were chasing each other, and the wind blew up the boy's school uniform jacket.
"I'm not happy," Ye Kai raised his hand and wiped his cheek, "I'm not happy at all, I want to tell everyone I love you, I want to tell my mother you are my boyfriend, I want to take you back to Vancouver to see grandma, I'm 18 years old, all I want is to sit in the garden and drink tea with you when I'm 80." He completely collapsed, "Why do you have to stop at that point, don't you love me, why do you have to stop at that point with me?"
Chen Youhan wiped his tears helplessly. He had never felt so embarrassed and vulnerable in his life. Any words from Ye Kai could easily break his defenses. His armor was made of clay, his walls were made of paper, and his shield was sloppy and self-deceiving. Chen Youhan, you can't, you can't just rely on love to invade his ideals and control his life - "Xiao Kai, Xiao Kai, look at me, don't cry, don't cry, okay? Do you remember your sister? Hmm? Do you remember her?" He held his face, looking into his eyes tenderly, humbly trying to arouse Ye Kai's once firm and cruel reason and sobriety: "You like my sister so much, but you only plan to stop with her, I -"
Ye Kai pushed his hand away fiercely——
"What sister? Idiot!!!!!"
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