Chapter 27 Violet "Can you stop seducing me?"
When the door opened, Wen Siyu didn't say a word, just silently looked at Ji Jiazhen. His face was full of fatigue. He didn't look disheveled, but he was far from his usual arrogant self. He looked listless and had no obvious injuries.
She was dragged in by Ji Jiazhen, who grabbed her by the collar. Before closing the door, she peeked outside, and only closed it after Wen Siyu assured her that no one had seen her.
The temperature here is at least ten degrees lower than in City A, but he is dressed the same way he would in City A, his shoulders and body still carrying the chill of the outdoors and a little dampness from the melting snow.
Ji Jiazhen crossed her arms and circled him, looking at him with a scrutinizing gaze. "Where are you hurt?"
"Soft tissue contusion in the arm." He struggled to lift his right arm, his brow furrowing slightly in pain; it certainly looked like he was in considerable agony.
"Just this one place?"
Wen Siyu gave a muffled "hmm," with a hint of grievance in his voice.
"Smack!"
The slap landed unexpectedly, and the force wasn't heavy, but he had been outside in the cold wind for quite a while, and his skin was icy cold. After the slap, he first felt a sharp pain, and then he felt the blood in that area boil.
He was knocked to the side by the force of the blow and didn't come to his senses for five or six seconds. He was surprised that she would hit him and couldn't figure out why she hit him.
Ji Jiazhen looked at him expressionlessly, but her eyes were expressive, carrying a hint of anger.
Wen Siyu smirked and asked her, "You called me over here just to hit me?"
"Smack!"
Another slap.
It really stung after that hit.
After she finished hitting him, she clapped her hands twice and calmly replied, "No, it was twice."
Wen Siyu suddenly smiled, raised his hand and swept all his hair back, lowered his eyes and stared at Ji Jiazhen. The light was right above his head, the beam of light shining straight down, casting a shadow on his brow bone under his eyes, his pupils in the dark, pitch black.
This laugh was purely out of anger, a kind of anger that he was utterly helpless about. His eyes screamed "What the hell?" But he knew that if he showed those words on his face, he would get slapped again, so all he could do was laugh, while cursing a hundred times in his mind.
"I'm injured, can you show me a little compassion?"
Ji Jiazhen glared at him and chuckled, "I've been too nice to you, and you've taken advantage of it. Weren't you quite enthusiastic on the phone? Go ahead and say those things to my face again. Let's see if you're tougher on the outside or on the inside."
He didn't say it, but his reply clearly showed his superiority: he was stubborn because he had no shame at all.
He said, "Let's add another option, there's another spot that's pretty hard, do you want to take a look?"
Ji Jiazhen gave him the middle finger and said, "Screw you."
She turned to walk towards the bed, but her wrist was suddenly grabbed, pulling her back and causing her to fall into his strong chest. Her forehead bumped into his chin, and the sudden chill made her eyelashes tremble. The damp, cold aura emanating from him was as aggressive as he was, inexplicably reminding her of the blizzard that occurred the night before Wang Qiao and Qiu Shan eloped in the script.
Wen Siyu buried his face in the crook of her neck, making her shiver from the cold. His arms were wrapped around her waist, and his hands were on her side. The way he hugged her was as if he wanted to meld her into his body, so tight that she had to stand on tiptoe slightly.
"I was wrong, I didn't mean to argue with you."
I just cared about you too much and used the wrong approach.
Ji Jiazhen felt his steady breathing, his warm breath gently caressing her neck.
His injured arm was not very strong, so it hung down by his side and intertwined with her hand, their little fingers hooked together, until finally their fingers were interlocked. When she loosened her grip, he endured the pain and tightened his fingers, wanting to hold her even tighter.
"We've already argued, so let's not talk about this anymore. It's pointless."
He said in a muffled voice, "I wanted you to feel sorry for me a little, to forget that you only respond to gentle persuasion and not force."
But she wouldn't budge no matter what.
"The master told my fortune and said that I would never be rich if I had a heart, so don't try to harm me."
Wen Siyu chuckled softly, his arm around her tightening even more. He compromised and asked, "Then will you forgive me?"
Ji Jiazhen remained silent for a long time, letting him hug her. Finally, she put her hands around his waist and patted his back twice, saying, "It depends on your performance."
Wen Siyu tilted his head up and kissed her chin, then sighed, "I can do it, but I can't use my arms properly. You should take the initiative."
He said it so casually that Ji Jiazhen pushed his shoulder and gave him his third slap of the night.
"I fucking never said I'd do it with you."
After saying that, the person sat on the bed, kicked his shin, and told him to go take a shower.
*
When Wen Siyu came out, Ji Jiazhen was already huddled under the covers. She was so thin that the covers only bulged slightly when she lay there.
He lifted the blanket and lay down on the other side, pulling the other person into his arms. The person was still warm from their shower. Ji Jiazhen turned over and found a more comfortable position, lying on her side in his arms with her back to him.
Her feet were cold, so he offered his calves to warm them up for her. She treated him like a human heater, not just sticking to him, but squeezing her feet between his calves until she was completely enveloped in his warmth.
Ji Jiazhen couldn't fall asleep. She had slept too long during the day and wasn't sleepy at all. She was just lying there with her eyes closed, trying to rest.
Feeling Wen Siyu press a kiss on the back of her neck, she tickled and curled up, arching her back and shifting her body slightly upwards. Wen Siyu pressed her down, his arm around her waist, his voice as if whispering in her ear: "Don't rub against me."
She moved forward slightly, saying, "Don't touch me yet."
He moved his hand slightly, she felt the touch, and heard him say, "This is what touching is."
Wen Siyu took advantage of her too easily, so Ji Jiazhen deliberately pushed him back and became very intimate with him.
"Okay, let's sleep like this."
Wen Siyu could tell from her voice that she wasn't sleepy, so he didn't try to do anything else with her. He just held her hand, thinking about where to start the conversation, letting his desires swell.
...
"I didn't want to come because I was afraid you would see me in such a sorry state."
The words came abruptly, and Ji Jiazhen opened his eyes, slowed his breathing, and listened quietly to what he had to say.
"I came because I was worried something might happen to you, but I didn't even get to see you and ended up getting myself into trouble. It's really embarrassing to talk about."
He cares about his image; men care about their image even in front of women they like.
He had a lot of embarrassing incidents with Wen Qinsheng since he was a child, and he was often scolded and beaten. When he was young, he couldn't beat him, so he would ask for leave from school when he was injured. He would go back after he had fully recovered. So no matter how bad things were at home, outsiders knew nothing about it. Outside, he was still the beloved young master of the Wen family.
He couldn't let anyone see him in such a disheveled state, let alone someone like Ji Jiazhen.
People always feel inferior in front of the person they like. His relationship with Ji Jiazhen was like flying a kite; he was the kite drifting in the wind, and she was the one flying it. When she was happy, she would tug on the string a couple of times to let him know she was still paying attention to him; when she was unhappy, she would let it fly freely, the handle caught in a treetop—it wouldn't get lost anyway. When it really came time to part ways, it was just a snap of the scissors. She would still be the free and unrestrained person she was, with countless kites waiting for her to fly, while he would be the one wandering without a home, forever flying with the wind, without any obstacles, but never to see her again.
He had to maintain a good image in front of her; not to mention becoming the one and only in her heart, he had to at least be different from others.
She was so fickle, but there was nothing he could do. He loved her, and only her, so he had to tolerate all her promiscuity and pray that one day she would change, and when she turned around, the first person she would see would be him.
"Those complaints were all said in anger, but I really don't want to just be friends with benefits with you. I want to make our relationship a two-way street. I don't need you to respond to me right now, but at least tell me if it's possible."
As Wen Siyu spoke, her chin rested on her shoulder, their posture suggesting they were a loving couple cuddling in the cold night, whispering sweet nothings to each other.
Ji Jiazhen turned around to face him and saw his deep eyes under the night light. His features were exquisite, and the bone structure of his face was strong and sharp. He had no expression when he looked at her, but she could inexplicably see the word "tenderness" in the corners of his eyes.
—A pair of deep, affectionate eyes.
She wasn't an innocent little girl; she wouldn't lose her way in such an atmosphere.
"Your face is perfect for idol dramas; you can effortlessly portray deeply emotional characters."
Wen Siyu stroked her earlobe, gently pinching it intermittently. "You're a professional actress, you've won many awards. Can't you tell whether I'm acting or it's real?"
He knew he couldn't act out a romantic scene because none of those characters were Ji Jiazhen.
Ji Jiazhen pushed his hand away and replied to his previous sentence with the same four familiar words: "It depends on your performance."
Her gaze slid to the tattoo on his collarbone, and she moved forward slightly, getting closer to him, and stared intently at that area.
Wen Siyu took a deep breath and pressed her waist forward as well. "I've held back until now, can you please stop seducing me?"
Ji Jiazhen ignored him, propped herself up on the bed, and pushed him flat so the lamp could illuminate the tattoo more clearly. She propped herself up on one elbow on the bed and the other on his chest, bringing her face close to examine how the tattoo was imprinted on his skin.
"I heard that getting this tattoo is quite painful. Did it hurt when you got it done?"
Wen Siyu put his arm around her waist and glanced at her: "Are you concerned or feeling sorry for her?"
She poked at the tattoo twice with her finger, "I want to get it."
She'd had the idea of getting a tattoo since she was sixteen, but at the time she thought it was just a rebellious, non-mainstream pursuit and let it go. She never expected to still be thinking about it at twenty-five, but her current job makes it inconvenient to get one. People like her, who live under the constant scrutiny of the camera, have less freedom in every inch of their bodies, especially someone as famous as her. If she got a tattoo, people would buy negative articles saying she was corrupting minors.
"What kind of tattoo do you want? We'll have someone design one for you later."
She replied without hesitation, because the idea had been brewing in her mind for more than just a day or two: "My name."
She wished she could get a QR code tattooed on her, so that when her phone scanned it, her personal profile and award-winning works would appear, with her beautiful photos displayed first. After getting the tattoo, she would ask everyone she met to scan the code, hoping the whole world would come and admire her amazing life.
She often dreams of this scene when she's drunk, but it's just a dream; it would be too silly to actually get it tattooed.
Wen Siyu laughed until he coughed after hearing her finish speaking, and said okay, he would get the tattoo done for her another day, on the back of her hand, so that it would be easy for people to scan the QR code.
Ji Jiazhen became completely interested and began to speak without restraint about his casual affair from two years ago.
"Two years ago, I met a Japanese-American man who was a tattoo artist. He had two big tattoos on his arms, which looked very sexy when he held them up on his sides during sex. I almost got carried away and asked him to get one for me too."
Wen Siyu's laughter stopped at that moment, his back teeth clenched tightly, and he turned over, switching positions with the other man.
Did I say I wanted to hear it?
Ji Jiazhen bent her leg to block him, yawned and said she was sleepy and wanted to sleep. She even squinted her eyes twice, looking like she was extremely sleepy and about to fall asleep at any moment.
She even reached out and turned off the light, plunging everything into darkness, leaving Wen Siyu unable to confront her.
After lying there for more than ten minutes, the person next to him actually started breathing more slowly, as if she had fallen asleep. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He leaned on Ji Jiazhen's shoulder and asked her, "What time do you get up tomorrow?"
Ji Jiazhen was just falling asleep when she raised her hand and slapped the side of her. "Nine o'clock...you're so annoying."
Wen Siyu glanced at the time and said okay, he would wake her up in the morning so she could sleep peacefully.
The next second, a gust of wind slipped through the blanket, and my legs felt cool. The blanket was then lifted up to my shoulders, and a tingling sensation spread throughout my body.
She was like an ice cream being licked on a hot summer day; the temperature was too high, and she melted into drops.
Ji Jiazhen covered her lips with the back of her hand, trying to block out the faint sounds escaping from the bottom of her throat, and then called his name in a whimpering voice while half asleep.
"Wen Siyu...you're so annoying..."
*
The rain and snow have stopped, and the sun finally came out today. The snow in the county town has been cleared, and a white expanse can still be seen on the Gobi Desert.
When Ji Jiazhen woke up, her hands were sore. After seeing Wen Siyu's satisfied expression, she knew what had happened last night. He was taking revenge on what she had said.
Naked revenge.
Wei Yikai still had some humanity. When he saw her, he simply asked how she was feeling. Ji Jiazhen only said that she had low blood sugar and did not mention that she was not used to the environment. Otherwise, the old man would have thought she was being delicate and pretentious.
The morning's filming went relatively smoothly. It was a scene with other actors, and Qin He didn't have any scenes, so he didn't arrive on set until after 1 p.m.
Four other cars arrived with him, and the people in them unloaded box after box of things, shouting that it was afternoon tea treated by Teacher Ji Jiazhen, two servings per person, because she felt bad for delaying the filming schedule yesterday and making everyone worry.
The entire crew was thanking Teacher Ji, and even Zhuang Yan teased her for being so generous, preparing sweet soup, desserts, and comforting chicken soup.
Ji Jiazhen was quite confused, so she pulled Chen Li aside and whispered to her when she had prepared all this.
Chen Li was even more surprised and said, "Sister, isn't this what you prepared?" Her voice was almost overheard.
Before they could even get anything out of their conversation, filming was about to start again, and Qin He asked her to rehearse their lines.
With questions lingering in her mind, Ji Jiazhen was distracted while rehearsing the scene. Qin He also seemed a bit out of sorts today, and to make matters worse, the scene they had to film was a kissing scene. Wei Yikai was very strict about this part, and they had to reshoot it repeatedly. A simple kissing scene took nearly ten takes to get right, and Ji Jiazhen's lips were even a little swollen after filming.
Qin He came to her to apologize, since he was the one who benefited no matter what.
Ji Jiazhen deliberately kept a certain distance from him, saying that she was fine, but her eyes were very wary. After taking the photos, she went to the RV and rinsed her mouth several times, making her lips even more red and swollen.
When Ji Jiazhen returned to the hotel after work, she got into her usual car. Chen Li sat with her in the back and talked to her about afternoon tea. Suddenly, Ji Jiazhen received a WeChat message on her phone.
—W: Look up.
Two words made her heart skip a beat. She looked up at the windshield of the car and saw an empty space, shrouded in mist, with not a single person in sight. She looked at the left and right windows and saw staff members tidying up equipment, but no familiar faces.
As she frowned and searched, her gaze swept past the rearview mirror without paying much attention, until her eyes passed over the mirror for the second time, at which point she suddenly stopped.
In the mirror, the person in the driver's seat is looking at her.
Wearing a mask, her eyes were exactly the same as the ones she had looked into before going to sleep last night.
He had a half-smile, a rather cheeky look.
While she was searching, Chen Li had already listed out a few possibilities regarding "who delivered the afternoon tea".
Ji Jiazhen patted her shoulder lightly and casually made up an excuse: "I have something to do, so I won't be going back to the hotel yet. Why don't you go back with Lele and the others in the same car first?"
Chen Li was a little confused when he was interrupted, but he could only say okay.
Almost the instant Chen Li got out of the car and closed the door, the car started. Ji Jiazhen stared intently at Wen Siyu's back, wondering when he had arrived at the film set.
The county town was small to begin with, and the filming location was on the edge of the town. He drove fast and soon drove to an empty wilderness, stopping on a patch of open ground where the snow had not yet melted.
Wen Siyu got out of the passenger seat, opened the back door, and brought in a blast of cold air as he sat down. He slowly took off his mask, looked at her lips, raised his hand, and ran his thumb over the slightly red and swollen area.
"I just told you this last night, and you kissed someone else again, and so many times at that. Are you trying to drive me crazy?"
Ji Jiazhen's temper flared up at the thought of Qin He's face. She flipped over and straddled his lap, pretending to kiss him, but actually biting and nibbling at him, venting all the anger she had suffered at Qin He and Wei Yikai's place that afternoon on him. She bit him until his lip bled, and finally slapped him on the shoulder.
"Are you calm now?"
What's the point of calming down? I'll only calm down when I slap those two in the face.
"You think I want to kiss you?"
Wen Siyu stroked her back up and down, "How many times has he done this?"
Ji Jiazhen got off his lap and slumped into the chair. "It's the first time, isn't it?" She added, "But he came to see me before you came to my room last night."
Wen Siyu didn't ask him why he came to see her, she just said she knew, and then took out her phone.
Ji Jiazhen looked at his profile and asked, "How did you get this car?"
Without looking up, he replied, "It's not difficult to bribe a driver."
She draped her left leg over his knee and swung it around a couple of times. "Did you prepare the afternoon tea?"
He still didn't look up, continuing to fiddle with his phone. "Have you eaten?"
"The chicken soup is delicious."
I'll send it to you tomorrow.
Ji Jiazhen chuckled and said he was shrewd, but then she thought of something else and lightly kicked his ankle, asking, "You did it several times last night, why is my hand so sore today?"
He lifted his eyelids to look at her: "Once, I've served you well, so you should allow me to relieve myself a little, right?"
She tilted her head and asked him, "Can't you go to the bathroom by yourself?"
"Only your hands can feel it."
For a fleeting moment, she felt an urge to slap him, but she was more curious about what he was doing with his head down on his phone screen. So she crossed her arms and leaned back in her seat, nudging his arm with her knee. "What are you doing?"
He gave her a look, waved his phone screen in front of her twice, and smirked: "Let's give him some trouble."
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Author's note: Wishing all the girls a smooth July! [Applause]
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