Chapter 24 Violent "Why is everyone so sensitive today?...
Just a door away.
Outside the door was Wen Siyu, whom she had slept with several times, and in front of her was Duan Qiyin, kneeling on one knee, unable to suppress his desire.
Now, the two brothers are no different from dogs in front of her.
Ji Jiazhen grabbed Duan Qiyin by the collar, stood up, pushed him behind the wall, pointed at him with her finger, and warned him in a low voice, "Stand here and don't move. No matter what you hear, don't move."
Duan Qiyin stared intently at her face. She was smiling, and the smugness in her eyes and the sarcasm at the corner of her mouth were too glaring. He could hardly tell whether her excitement was because her next action would hurt him, or because Wen Siyu had come to see her.
He reached out to stroke her cheek, but she blocked him with her hand. He then flung her hand away, his hand slamming against the wall, a wave of pain washing over him. She turned around, her flowing hair carrying a faint fragrance.
He could only watch her leave, and then hear the sound of her opening the door.
"So long."
Wen Siyu's voice clearly reached his ears.
At the doorway, Ji Jiazhen stood with her hand on the door frame, blocking the way.
"Looking wary, did he bring people back again?"
"To protect myself from you."
Wen Siyu plucked a strand of hair from her shoulder, unlocked her phone, and showed her the chat history, with her recent message "Come here" prominently displayed.
"Didn't you send me?"
He leaned close to her and tried to goad her, "You didn't really bring someone back, did you?"
Ji Jiazhen was very receptive to this. She withdrew her hand, turned her body to the side, and tilted her head inward, as if to say, "Look all you want, I have a clear conscience."
Wen Siyu walked in with some doubt, his eyes fixed on her, until his body passed her. He continued forward, and Ji Jiazhen's eyes moved from his shoulder to the wall.
If Wen Siyu had taken just five more steps forward and turned around, he would have been able to meet Duan Qiyin's gaze.
Four steps, three steps.
She followed behind him, her eyes gradually narrowing, her voice rising in her throat, her lips slightly parted, just as she was about to call out his name, he turned around.
Caught off guard, Ji Jiazhen nearly bumped into his chin. Before she could react, Wen Siyu grabbed her shoulders and pushed her against the wall, placing his hand behind her head, pressing down on her, and kissing her.
This kiss was entirely a contest with her, devoid of any lust. His mouth remained closed, his tongue untapped, their lips pressed together. His dark, raven-like eyes were unusually calm as he gazed at her, as if trying to see through her eyes and rip open her heart.
Wen Siyu stepped back three inches, their noses still touching, and whispered to her while maintaining this distance, his breath completely enveloping her.
Why are you always like this?
Ji Jiazhen stood with her hands hanging at her sides, leaning to one side in a lazy posture. She glanced at his lips, her smiling eyes meeting his gaze again.
What's wrong with me?
"You haven't replied to my messages or answered my calls for over twenty days. Have you found someone new and are deliberately ignoring me?"
She raised her hands, put her arms on his shoulders, crossed them behind his neck, and hung loosely.
"According to the order of arrival, you are the new favorite. No one else will be neglected but you will be neglected."
Wen Siyu couldn't stand her action. She just casually put her arm around him, but in his eyes, it became that she took the initiative.
He put his arm around her waist and pulled her into his embrace.
"So that means you rekindled your old flame?"
"Haven't you seen my schedule? Don't you know how busy I am? I've abstained from sex for over twenty days, how could I have time to find any new or old flames?"
Wen Siyu lowered his head, resting his forehead on her shoulder, and tightened his grip, pulling her completely into his arms.
Can you quit?
As he spoke, he turned his head and pressed his warm lips against her neck, his teeth gently rubbing against the skin there, his tongue touching it, leaving it damp.
Ji Jiazhen tightened her grip on his shoulder and tilted her head slightly to the side to make it easier for him to move.
"If you can quit, I won't let you come."
Wen Siyu lifted her up and made her sit on the cabinet next to him. He spread her knees apart with his large hands, stood between her legs, and kissed her passionately. The sounds were ambiguous. His hands moved down on their own, but Ji Jiazhen blocked them. In a moment of breath, he said to her, "Let's go to your house."
She hadn't forgotten that Duan Qiyin was still standing behind the wall.
Wen Siyu heard this, but didn't react immediately. He kissed her for a while before carrying her outside.
The door slammed shut so loudly it echoed.
Duan Qiyin stood in the darkness for a long time before finally raising his hand, pulling off the tie tied in front of his lips, and walking to the entrance. In his line of sight were two coats.
Wen Siyu's and Ji Jiazhen's lay on the ground, overlapping and disordered.
They were less than two meters away from him, and he heard every sound clearly.
So jarring.
(Just a kiss here, please let me off the hook, I'll beg you on my knees.)
...
Thermal expansion, dizziness, loss of focus.
The leather sofa felt a bit cold, but the heat wave hit her, and Ji Jiazhen broke out in a sweat. The temperature clash made her feel a little dizzy.
...
(This is something Green River doesn't allow you to write; use your imagination to fill in the blanks.)
...
Less than two minutes later, Ji Jiazhen trembled slightly, unable to suppress her voice, and her wildly kicking foot stepped on his cheek. Wen Siyu placed a kiss on her ankle.
Why is everyone so sensitive today?
He reached behind him and touched the square box on the table. Then he stood up, grabbed her calves, knelt on the sofa with his right knee, and pulled her down a little by his waist.
Ji Jiazhen snapped out of her daze, her eyes still a little glazed. She saw him bending down to tear open the packaging, and she also saw the glistening water on the tip of his nose. Then, he pulled her legs up to his waist, and the distance between them became negative.
...
(The female lead is saying the male lead's neck is hollow; please, censors, let me off the hook!)
...
Her brows were furrowed, half of her hair hung in the air, her eyes were fixed on his neck, and she murmured, "It feels a bit empty."
There's already a tattoo there.
But one tattoo doesn't seem enough.
Wen Siyu knew she was referring to the neck, but he deliberately tilted his head and replied, "Fill you up."
...
We went to the carpet, and then to the French windows.
Ji Jiazhen found it too cold to be pressed against the glass, so she put on Wen Siyu's shirt.
Her breath sprayed onto the glass in front of her, causing water droplets to condense and form a small mist. She drew a circle on it with her finger, her body trembling, and the lines she drew were crooked. Wen Siyu said she wasn't concentrating and retaliated by hitting her a few times. She couldn't hold on any longer, and finally, her hand touched the mist, leaving a clear palm print.
Wen Siyu touched her exceptionally bony shoulder blades, which fluttered like butterflies on her back.
"Stop dieting."
She has always had a habit of dieting, and she eats even less when she's working to look good on camera. After not seeing her for more than twenty days, she has lost a lot of weight.
"If I gain weight, who will want me to act in movies?"
"I'll look for it."
Remembering the question she had on the red carpet that day, Ji Jiazhen gasped, "How much of the money you spent on me came from your father?"
Wen Siyu slowed down and replied, "Not a single cent."
"real?"
He lowered his eyelashes to look at her slender neck. "Don't worry, I'm capable of making money."
"If you had ten million, how much would you be willing to spend on me?"
“All of it.” He said firmly, then added, “I can’t possibly only have ten million, but no matter how much it is, I’m willing to spend it all on you.”
Ji Jiazhen smiled with suppressed emotion, because Wen Siyu had started to speed up again, "Why do you like me?"
He replied in a hoarse voice, "It's not liking, it's love."
The last word "love" was accompanied by a low gasp, like a sigh.
There must be a reason for that.
"I told you, it was love at first sight."
The way he said it had a "see, I knew you wouldn't believe me" vibe to it.
"When, under what circumstances, don't say you're my fan, someone has already said that reason."
Wen Siyu laughed, "Guess."
"..."
In the end, she still lingered in his room. She was on top of him, and he held her waist. There were red marks on his shoulder blades from where she had scratched him.
Wen Siyu asked her in a low voice, "Can you say you love me?"
Ji Jiazhen could actually hear four parts pleading and three parts pitifulness in that voice.
She tilted her head back and tossed her hair. "Would you believe me if I told you?"
"If you say so, I'll believe you."
"I can't say it."
His sudden movement made Ji Jiazhen hiss, and she lifted his chin, forcing him to look up.
"Slow down, you're trying to kill me."
Wen Siyu grasped her knee and said, "If you can't say it, it means you haven't done a good job. I need to work harder."
Ji Jiazhen was almost driven to tears by him. At the last moment, she couldn't take it anymore and grabbed his hair, shouting in a trembling voice, "I love you, I love you, okay? Go easy on me, you son of a bitch!"
Wen Siyu bit her* and replied, "I love you too."
*
Filming for "Sacrifice" began in early February in a small border town in Northwest China.
The environment was indeed harsh. On the one hand, there was a lot of wind and sand, and on the other hand, it was winter and the temperature was really low. In addition, the conditions were limited. There was only one decent hotel, and since there were many people in the film crew, they had to go to the nearby inn.
Wei Yikai put a lot of effort into this film, arriving five days earlier than the crew. Zhuang Yan told me that he had traveled all over the small town in those five days and even went for a ride in the desert. Following him was quite tiring.
Ji Jiazhen experienced some acclimatization issues on her first day in the country, and had two nosebleeds.
The day filming started was the first time she met the male lead, and he didn't come on the day of the script reading.
The male lead is Qin He, who will turn forty next year. He has good acting skills but bad luck with awards. He always falls just short of winning the Best Actor award and is nominated every time.
Ji Jiazhen practically grew up watching his shows. When Qin He was young, his looks far surpassed many people in the industry today. Now that he's older, he looks even more mature and has a tough-guy vibe. She really liked him when she was fourteen or fifteen, and idolized him. She never imagined that one day she would be able to work with her childhood idol.
Qin He arrived the afternoon before filming began, and that evening he took the initiative to find Ji Jiazhen.
When the door opened, Ji Jiazhen was applying a face mask. Qin He spoke first: "Jiazhen, good evening."
"Good evening, Teacher Qin. Is there something you need?"
“I was absent from the last script reading, and filming starts tomorrow. I came to talk to you about the scenes we’re shooting tomorrow, so that we can get to know each other better.”
She glanced down at the time; it was 7:30, not early.
Qin He noticed her hesitation and gentlemanly took a step back. "Is it convenient to sit in the lobby on the first floor?"
She certainly couldn't refuse. "It's convenient, Ms. Qin. I'll tidy up a bit. Can you wait for me downstairs for a while?"
Qin He smiled and said okay.
Ji Jiazhen didn't tidy up much; she just washed her face and put on a down jacket that reached her calves over her pajamas.
When she arrived, Qin He had already prepared drinks. She sat down on the sofa next to him, and Qin He pointed to the paper cup on the table, "It's getting late. Coffee can make you sleepy, so I ordered you some hot milk. Let me know if you don't like it."
She picked up the cup and took a sip. "It's to my liking. Thank you for your thoughtfulness, Teacher Qin."
"Just call me Qin He."
People were coming and going through the hotel entrance, and the wind was blowing in. Ji Jiazhen put on her hat and replied politely as always, "You are my senior."
Qin He smiled but didn't continue.
With limited time, both of them quickly got into character. Ji Jiazhen has her own methods and habits when it comes to acting, while Qin He has more than ten years of experience and is more tolerant in this regard, focusing more on getting her to work with him.
Around 10 o'clock, Ji Jiazhen yawned, and Qin He put down the script.
That's enough for today.
Ji Jiazhen looked up and said, "There are still two paragraphs I haven't finished reading."
"I have time on set tomorrow, so I can't keep you from sleeping. It's not good for a girl to stay up late."
He was more easygoing than she had imagined, and quite witty and considerate.
"Teacher Qin, tomorrow..."
"Jiazhen, Teacher Qin."
Ji Jiazhen was interrupted as she turned her head and saw Zhuang Yan walking towards them.
Qin He spoke first, "Director Zhuang, you're still up so late?"
"They're looking for you. They called you but you didn't answer. They said they saw you rehearsing a scene."
Ji Jiazhen took out her phone to check, but it was on Do Not Disturb mode, and she hadn't heard a single call or message.
"What do you want with us?"
"That's right, Mr. Wei changed his mind at the last minute and said that we should film the intimate scenes tomorrow."
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Author's note: Fill you up: Fill you up.
This version is not the original.
Another three hundred rounds of battle with the censors... Why is it that you two are the ones doing this, but I'm the one who's exhausted...?
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