Chapter 16 Chapter 16 Brother, I'm very useful
In the locked styling room.
Only Cen Xue and Fu Rouyun were there.
Cen Xue lowered her head slightly and could see the top of Fu Rouyun's head. His fluffy hair was fixed with hairspray, and a few strands were sticking up unruly - he was half-kneeling at the edge of his skirt, working devoutly.
For example, helping to sort out messy wrinkles.
Apparently, the cody that Fu Rouyun was assigned to was the one wearing a black suit next to the red skirt in the center of the cover.
This rented suit didn't fit as well as the custom-made one from the Fu family, but with his broad shoulders and narrow waist, his natural hanger made him look luxurious. Cen Xue stared at his whorl of hair, feeling a bit misled for some reason.
It was as if they were going to a dinner party.
And I, the one wearing the skirt, am his female companion.
...isn't that a bit too ridiculous?
As soon as Cen Xue's mind touched this idea, she ran away in fear.
He shook his head, trying to confirm whether his brain was broken and that was why it was working incorrectly. Could it be that Yan Pei was poisonous and he would be infected if he kissed him?
Fu Rouyun looked up when he heard the noise: "What's wrong?"
"...Nothing." Cen Xue was stunned for half a second before she realized that this was a rare opportunity to break the ice and silence. "Why did you say that just now?"
As the topic came up, memories from the recent past came to mind.
At this time, Cen Xue was leaning on the styling table, with her waist and half of her tailbone stuck on the edge of the table for support, and her back to the makeup mirror.
The room was extremely cold, and he couldn't help but hug his arms. However, if he relaxed a little and bent down, the exposed skin on his back would touch the cold mirror. He let out a "hiss" and quickly sat up straight.
"Actually, it doesn't matter if you don't care about me." Cen Xue deliberately turned her head to avoid Fu Rouyun's sight and sniffed.
He must not know how beautiful and yet how fragile he looks in the mirror.
He hugged himself, and his shoulders would rise slightly when he sniffed, as if waiting for someone to hold him in their arms.
Fu Rouyun suppressed the impulse and lowered his head to continue smoothing out the wrinkles.
"Could it be that Brother means that he wants me to stand on Yan Pei's side?"
There was a slight nasal tone in her voice, and a sense of indescribable grievance and coquettishness.
This is what happens when a puppy helps someone solve a problem but doesn't get the reward it deserves. The Fu family had a puppy next door who often helped them pick up things that accidentally fell into the neighbor's yard, but they couldn't feed it casually, so the puppy kept making these sounds to Cen Xue, which was similar in nature.
So Cen Xue instantly understood that Fu Rouyun was pretending, but so what.
Now no matter what Fu Rouyun wants to do, he will probably be soft-hearted.
*
Ten minutes ago, Fu Rouyun ran into Yan Pei and Cen Xue. The former said some strange words to provoke -
At least in Cen Xue's ears, it was no different from going crazy.
Not knowing the inside story, he never thought that Yan Pei would regard Fu Rouyun as a competitor, and even imagined a false relationship.
This embarrassment, coupled with being caught doing private things in front of acquaintances, is the ultimate form of social death.
Especially when Fu Rouyun looked at him carefully, as if scanning him physically, Cen Xue felt at a loss as to what to do. This imaginary scrutiny forced him to recall what had just happened.
Loose hair, hot corners of the mouth, and kiss marks on the neck.
There is central air conditioning in the corridor, and with the alternating cold and hot temperatures, Yan Pei's remaining body temperature is particularly noticeable.
Not to mention... if someone had to witness this, the person Cen Xue least wanted to be would be Fu Rouyun.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something but unable to refute, his eyes pierced Yan Pei with anger: "You dragged others into this--!"
But Fu Rouyun's movements were faster.
He walked quickly over and stood between Yan Pei and Cen Xue.
His physique was already that of an adult and mature male, comparable to Yan Pei's.
Cen Xue had to look up at him.
His back blocked Yan Pei's malicious and playful gaze and the heat pouring out of the small room.
Yan Pei sneered and said, "If I were you, I wouldn't separate him from myself."
Then Cen Xue heard Fu Rouyun's calm voice—
"If I were you," he said, without revealing any emotion, but it made people think more and imagine the undercurrents beneath the words, "I wouldn't wrinkle his skirt."
Fu Rouyun continued, "You'll make it very difficult for him to film this."
Cen Xue widened her eyes.
…
Fu Rouyun tacitly agreed with the relationship that Yan Pei mentioned.
He even defended her in every possible way without asking any questions.
These words made Yan Pei's face look extremely bad. The expected chaos did not appear, but he was surpassed by the current boss in terms of structure. Damn it, he cursed inwardly, how could Fu Rouyun be so tolerant?
Incidentally, he was even more upset when he saw Cen Xue having such a deep relationship with someone who was not his own.
"It's boring."
After leaving these three words, Yan Pei walked away with a sullen face.
After all, the studio is someone else's territory, and it would be bad if the situation got out of hand.
It's really strange. Yan Pei cursed and swore. He originally relied on himself without relying on his family's resources, hoping to have to worry less about others' feelings in the future. Unexpectedly, as his status became bigger and bigger, he would be more restricted. What benefits did he get in the circle over the years?
Depend on.
Almost the moment Yan Pei turned around, Fu Rouyun stopped paying attention to him.
He didn't say anything more and took Cen Xue to the empty styling room to help him fix his skirt and hair.
Silk fabrics are very troublesome and there is no condition for ironing them on site.
Fu Rouyun found a spray bottle and filled it with water. He first used the spray to slightly moisten the surface, and then blew it dry with a hair dryer.
In order to protect Cen Xue from being burned by the hot wind, he placed his hands under the silk, which meant that the back of his hands would touch the skin on Cen Xue's legs from time to time.
He heard Cen Xue say, "You know I didn't mean that."
That refers to the relationship between them.
Fu Rouyun didn't answer, but asked, "Brother, guess what I'm thinking?"
"What are you thinking about?"
"It's a terrible thing for a man to want to embarrass you like that."
"..." Cen Xue realized it later, "Wait, this sounds so familiar to me, have you applied eye drops like this several times?"
If possible, Fu Rouyun hopes that the description of "putting on eye drops" can be changed to "whispering in the ear".
After all, that identity is different.
But he had deliberately let Cen Xue find out - to divert his attention or something.
Fu Rouyun chuckled, showing no remorse: "You found out."
Cen Xue was shocked by the rogue. After a while, she sighed and said, "It's not a good thing."
"I don't care, and I don't mind," Fu Ruoyun kept rubbing his hands. "If I minded, I wouldn't have played with you a long time ago."
That’s true.
For Cen Xue, his sexual orientation and past relationships were already "all implied" to Fu Rouyun.
She noticed that the back of his hand had just touched the root of her thigh, and if it went up, it would be the edge of her underwear... Cen Xue adjusted her posture stiffly, but in order to facilitate the operation, she would not be too comfortable no matter what.
Fu Rouyun saw it but deliberately didn't mention it.
Cen Xue's eyes were moister and softer than ever before. He was certain that he would be forgiven no matter what. Fu Rouyun gleaned a subtle pleasure from this.
But it was also because of this that even if Cen Xue deliberately avoided looking at him, he would miss her sight, because it was too easy to make people soft-hearted.
I really want to give him all the good things.
Fu Rouyun knelt on one knee on the ground. If he got close, he could smell the slightly sweet scent like peach juice.
They set out from the same dormitory in the morning, so of course they knew that Cen Xue had taken a shower. The two teams of trainees left in two cars. He watched Cen Xue get into the car with her hair wet and a sweet vapor.
Perhaps because I had just sweated, the sweetness of the peach permeated the silk.
The originally dry and silky fabric now felt a bit sticky.
For a moment, the two fell silent again.
Cen Xue looked around, trying to find something to do.
In the mirror, he saw the red and purple kiss marks on his neck, engraved on the snow-white skin like a brand.
She found concealer from the side and covered it up clumsily.
But if the technique is wrong, all the work is in vain. Even though it was applied very thickly, a faint outline can still be seen, which makes the area look unnatural.
"Let me do it."
At this time, Fu Rouyun stood up, and it was obvious that her skirt had been completely straightened.
He took the concealer without saying a word and found other tools such as makeup brushes.
Less than half an hour after the last time, Cen Xue had to raise her chin again and show her neck to others.
The other person used very gentle force, poking the concealer on it with a makeup brush, as if treating it as a precious treasure, but the more cautious he was, the more itchy the touch felt.
Cen Xue subconsciously held her breath and endured it.
"You can do this?" he said to ease the atmosphere.
"I've done makeup so many times, I've memorized the techniques," Fu Rouyun said casually, "Praise me, right?"
"Praise you, praise you."
He raised his eyes and glanced at Cen Xue.
The look and tone were completely opposite.
He cares a lot. This was the information Cen Xue received, and perhaps she was disgusted... If she could find something to cover this hickey, concealer would definitely not be her first choice.
Stop, don't think about it anymore.
Cen Xue's intuition stopped her.
But he didn't know that what he was thinking at this moment was almost exactly the same as Fu Rouyun's.
"If we can find something to cover it up, we'll create a bigger mark."
——No, you have to restrain yourself.
The word "restraint" was the word he repeated most times today.
At least I can't become someone like Yan Pei.
After all, there is a certain reason why he became the predecessor.
Fu Rouyun is learning from this and adjusting himself to the state that Cen Xue likes best.
If he did something impulsive, every time Cen Xue recalled that day, she would only think of it as terrible. This was definitely not what Fu Rouyun expected. He hoped that Cen Xue would always remember his good points in the end.
"elder brother."
He said suddenly.
"If there's a next time, move me out."
Cen Xue looked at him in surprise. Although it was clearly a proposal and a request, it also had an irresistible tone.
Fu Rouyun moved closer to him, so close that the tips of their noses were about to touch.
Maybe it was because I sprayed too much hairspray, but an unusually strong fragrance lingered around my nose.
This made Cen Xue feel a little dizzy.
Fu Rouyun particularly proved that there was a kind of seductive pleasure in his tone, or perhaps it was a flattery that only appeared in front of Cen Xue.
"Brother, I'm very useful."
He said stickyly.
Cen Xue always felt that the word "easy to use" had a hidden meaning and did not seem to refer to the literal meaning.
But he couldn't think too much, and suddenly remembered the puppy from his neighbor's house, which seemed to be a large breed.
Now I can pounce on him completely.
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