Chapter 65
"It's getting late, do you want to go back together?"
In variety shows, it's not really appropriate to broadcast footage of guests getting injured. Yingning thought of this and didn't mention her injury.
At this moment, no one around them knew.
When He Zhiqian mentioned that he wanted to go back to the cabin, the photographer and the director's crew didn't object at all.
Anyway, we've taken quite a lot of footage today, especially with Shen Yan and Ying Ning's photographer, Xiao Li, who feels he's taken more than enough material.
Although the photographer who had been following He Zhiqian and Zhao Ruoruo's group was still somewhat dissatisfied, he had no choice but to follow along since his boss had given the order.
*
We returned to the cabin.
Just then, Chen Hui and Lu Yuzhou returned, and the group exchanged brief greetings in the living room.
Afterwards, Yingning said that she was a little dizzy from playing in the heat, and went back to her room under Shen Yan's concerned gaze.
"Master, does your wound hurt?"
"Do you want me to shield you from the pain?" 67 asked worriedly.
Yingning, who was lying on the bed, rolled up a strand of her dark hair and wrapped it around her fingertips.
"Xiao 7, no need to block."
Actually, the wound I bumped today only looked a little red and swollen, but the large bruises were quite alarming.
It wasn't actually a serious injury.
But it was precisely this minor injury that made her discover He Zhiqian's strangeness; he seemed to have an uncontrollable, abyssal desire for overly perfect collectibles.
His demeanor was deeply concealed, unlike his usual refined and aloof appearance.
yes...
Are you controlling?
Thinking of this, the woman with disheveled black hair lay down, as if unfolding a landscape painting.
......
He Zhiqian does indeed have some little-known hobbies.
He strives for perfection...
The ultimate beauty.
Flawless porcelain, exquisite paintings, and finely crafted emerald-green glass bottles were all his usual treasures.
Most things in the world are flawed, which makes the flawless precious.
He was immersed in it, but He Zhiqian also had extremely high standards for himself; he couldn't expose his personality flaws to others like that. After all,
he...
It has to be perfect.
Those obsessive and hidden obsessions secretly buried beneath the glacier can only exist in dark, deserted corners, waiting for nightfall when no one is breathing to completely capture them.
*
Knock knock knock.
After a few knocks on the door, Yingning opened it and saw the young master carrying a tray of food.
Shen Yan noticed that her black hair was quite messy and her complexion wasn't very rosy.
I felt a little down:
[It's all because I made Yingning play on too many amusement park rides today that she felt so uncomfortable.]
Seeing that he lingered at the door for a long time without saying a word, Yingning spoke first:
"Chen Yan, what's wrong?"
Even her voice when she called her own name was weak and feeble.
"I just... saw that you hadn't eaten, so I came to bring you some dinner."
Lu Yuzhou cooked dinner tonight.
Zhao Ruoruo was not in good spirits, and Yingning was not feeling well, so the task of cooking fell to Lu Yuzhou.
On the plate were two dishes arranged by Shen Yan in a small porcelain dish, as well as a separate small dish of sweet and sour pork.
“You’re not feeling well today, eat first and then rest properly.” Shen Yan’s eyes showed some guilt.
"Thank you, Shen Yan."
"It's okay, besides, it was me who... insisted on having you play with me for so long."
The little lion was captivated by the fragrance of the white roses, but his carelessness had accidentally scratched the petals, and he was now looking down in frustration.
"Chen Yan." A cool voice uttered his name.
"I'm quite happy today."
Shen Yan raised his deep eyes upon hearing the sound and saw the faint smile in her phoenix eyes.
"Going to the amusement park together was so much fun."
His heart raced again, and that feeling of adrenaline surging through his bones, just like on those amusement park rides, returned.
It was frantically devouring his nerves.
The little lion immediately fled in panic.
After a quick meal, Yingning looked at her empty plate and took out her phone.
The six guests were added to the group chat yesterday, and she swiped her slender, jade-like fingertips across the group members.
Lu Yuzhou.
She sent a friend request with the note: Yu Yingning.
*
Late at night, the camera in the cabin was quietly turned off.
When He Zhiqian reached the second floor, he stopped.
He glanced at the blood-activating and bruise-removing medicine he had just received from the production team, his slightly lowered eyes once again shrouded in a deep aura, and walked straight over.
I gently knocked on Yingning's door.
He heard light footsteps coming from behind the door and saw a girl with disheveled black hair.
"Brother He?"
"It's so late, is something the matter?"
He Zhiqian lowered his eyes. In the dead of night, his refined and aloof air had dissipated considerably, replaced by a chilling aggressiveness.
"Let me come and see your injury."
Yes, he just came to see her injured.
Hearing the sound, Yingning opened the door again, which had only been slightly ajar.
He Zhiqian strode into her room.
All six guest rooms in the cabin had the same layout, and he walked over to the small sofa with a somewhat familiar air.
"Brother He, I'm actually fine."
Yingning walked to the sofa, but did not sit down. Instead, she stood in front of He Zhiqian.
One person was sitting, and the other was standing.
From this position, He Zhiqian could easily notice the bruises on her calves. The bloodstains had spread considerably compared to the afternoon, making her fair calves look like they were covered in large hickeys.
Even the beauty of a broken epiphyllum is so exquisite.
A strange thought occurred to He Zhiqian.
She wasn't flawless at that moment; the bloodstains on her calves were like branding marks on her skin, and this sight was surprisingly pleasing to him.
Even his favorite Song Dynasty painting, "Moonlit Night-Blooming Bamboo," couldn't rival her beauty at this moment.
However, something is missing.
Just a little bit more...
Just a little bit more...
She is close to being the epitome of perfection.
......
A dignified male voice appeared: "I brought medicine for my injuries."
He Zhiqian opened his palm, on which was the medicine he had brought.
"If left untreated, it will take a long time to disappear."
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