Chapter 16
In front of him was the person he missed most in his heart, and her scent was all around him. Qiu An slept soundly that night.
The perceived temperature in the early morning is always colder than at other times, regardless of the season or whether the indoor temperature control air conditioner is turned on or not.
Qiu An had a cold constitution and loved to be fascinated by the will-o'-the-wisp fire that came from his heart. When he was awake, he could still restrain himself, but when he was half asleep in the morning, he would throw all his politeness, restraint and forbearance out of the window.
Qiu An's body was pressed tightly against Ranlong's. Even though he didn't put his arms around her, he used his knees to exert force, trying his best to squeeze between Ranlong's legs.
The result was that with a plop, Ranlong opened his eyes and faced the floor.
She knelt on all fours on the carpet, and most of the quilt fell off. Fortunately, the carpet was thick enough and she was not injured.
After clarifying the situation, Ranlong's bad temper suddenly disappeared. She stood up and saw that Qiu An had already crossed the 38th parallel and was sleeping on her pillow.
Perhaps the source of his longing suddenly disappeared, Qiu An frowned, curled up his body, and hummed as if expressing his dissatisfaction.
The alarm clock hasn't rung yet, it's not even seven o'clock yet.
Ranlong was about to explode, but when he saw Qiu An's sleeping face, his anger inexplicably subsided.
It was a harmless, non-aggressive face. Qiu An's brows were furrowed, yet she didn't look cold or arrogant. Her pink lips parted slightly, but instead of being charming, they looked particularly aggrieved.
The most annoying thing in the world is not that the person you hate is beautiful, prettier than you; but that she is not only beautiful, but also beautiful in the way that suits your aesthetic taste.
No one would have the heart to lose his temper at a sleeping face that looked like Nuwa's graduation project.
Ran Long was helpless. He raised his hand and slapped Qiu An in the face, pretending to wave his hand in the air to vent the remaining frustration.
Before the slap was halfway done, Qiu An suddenly opened his eyes.
Ranlong's slap suddenly stopped.
"...Xiao Ran? Are you going to hit me?"
They stared at each other, feeling a little awkward.
Ranlong looked at the standard slapping gesture, silently bent his arm, and pretended to smooth his messy hair: "No, no! But you, are you really asleep or just pretending? You're so awake right after waking up? Look at where you've been sleeping. Did you deliberately push me out of bed?"
Qiu An looked at where he was lying, then looked at Ran Long who was standing in front of him, and blushed a little: "I don't sleep well, you know."
Ranlong knew that Qiu An's hands and feet were cold when he slept, and he always liked to stick close to her, which often made her shiver in her sleep.
Yesterday, I was thinking about filming a kissing scene, and I agreed to sleep together on a whim, completely forgetting about this.
Qiu An sat up, the blanket sliding off her. The buttons on her pajamas were loosely fastened, having unfastened most of the way at some point. Now, only the two center buttons held the front of Qiu An's lapels together.
With just one glance, Ranlong could see the rise and fall of Qiu An's chest and the large expanse of skin. Her long hair draped across her chest, creating the impression of a woman holding a lute, her face half-covered.
The early morning sun shines on the curtains, letting in a few stubborn rays of light, making the room hazy.
This scene was very similar to the picture she had imagined in her mind.
It was the morning when Shen Zixin and Yu Youxuan woke up from a beautiful dream together after exploring each other for the first time.
Ranlong was wearing a suspender nightgown, the air conditioner on as usual. She should have been feeling cold, but instead, a wave of heat rose from her lower abdomen and spread to her extremities.
This feeling was very unfamiliar to her.
The strange thing is, the more I try to suppress this heat, the more my body becomes uncontrollable, and my heart starts to itch.
Although it is unfamiliar, I vaguely know why this heat comes from.
Because at this moment, she actually had a desire for that exposed skin, and wanted to... touch it gently to see what it felt like...
It's not like she had ever seen Qiu An or other people wearing cool clothes before, but she had never had a similar physiological reaction.
It's all because of this damn lesbian script, it's ruined her brain.
I actually have feelings for Qiu An.
"It doesn't matter, gulu...it doesn't matter!" Ranlong wanted to pretend that nothing had happened, but the saliva that had accumulated in her mouth betrayed her.
When Qiu An heard this, she smiled lightly, but Ran Long seemed to be angry and embarrassed. Without saying goodbye, she grabbed her phone and left her room.
Even when he arrived at the set, Qiu An still couldn't see Ran Long.
The kissing scene was filmed in a small room, which was supposedly a lounge in Yu Youxuan's studio.
The scene has been set up, but Ranlong still hasn't shown up.
Yuan Chengyin had no choice but to pick someone of similar height and build to Ranlong to serve as a light substitute, and go over the positioning with Qiu An first.
So when Ranlong arrived late and was about to enter the shooting room, he bumped into a girl with a red face.
The girl was about the same height as Ranlong. She bent her waist, covered her face and lowered her head. If Sister Hou had not blocked it quickly, Ranlong's nose would have hit the girl's forehead.
Ranlong asked curiously, "Who was that person who just left? He looked so flustered. Could it be a member of the media or a fan who snuck in?"
"He's one of ours," Yuan Chengyin said, "a temporary replacement."
"oh."
Ranlong glanced at Qiu An. She was wearing a black sleeveless shirt, her alluring collarbone connecting to her smooth neck and bare shoulders. Her makeup was charming, and her eyes, full of affection, fell on the propped-up drawing board.
Feeling Ranlong's gaze, Qiu An turned her head and stared at her straight.
Unable to bear her teasing gaze, Ranlong looked away, handed his belongings to Sister Hou for safekeeping, and jokingly said, "What's wrong with you? You even want to seduce a passing Guangshen?"
"Now it's your turn."
When Qiu An's voice fell into Ranlong's ears, it was no longer as calm and rational as usual, but full of passion and desire.
Ranlong was slightly startled, goosebumps crawling up her spine. She twisted her body slightly, trying to shake off the chill.
Looking at the person standing by the window, it wasn't Qiu An anymore; it was Yu Youxuan, who was staring at her like prey. Like a starving dog, desperate for release, waiting for the director's command to remove the muzzle and devour her whole.
Why get into the role so early? It's creepy.
Ranlong rubbed his arms and shook his head, trying to keep up with her pace and enter into Shen Zixin's role.
This scene involved kissing and mild nudity, so Yuan Chengyin cleared the set, leaving only a few female photographers, sound engineers and script supervisors.
"I'm ready, Xiaoran, relax."
"good."
Although he agreed obediently, Ranlong was thinking: It's easy to say, but if you can do it, then do it.
“Action.”
"You're late. I thought you were going to get out again."
Shen Zixin frowned and said impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense and get started."
"Don't be so anxious. Sit down and rest for a while. What would you like to drink? Soda water? Coffee? Or should I make you some tea?"
"Yu Youxuan!" Shen Zixin's tone rose a few degrees, and she used anger to cover up her nervousness.
"What's wrong? Don't you like drinking tea? We used to..."
Shen Zixin's hand loosened, and the bag fell to the ground. She reached to the collar of her shirt and began to unbutton it. Her hands were shaking a little, and she couldn't unbutton the first button after several attempts.
Shen Zixin was upset and simply grabbed the collar and tried to pull him out rudely.
Seeing this, Yu Youxuan stepped forward and held her hand.
The four looked at each other, and Shen Zixin calmed down.
Yu Youxuan led Shen Zixin to sit on the sofa. She stroked her shoulders with her hands, and her fingers came to her collar, wanting to unbutton her clothes.
His fingertips brushed across his neck, and Qiu An's fingers were very cold.
Goose bumps crawled all over my body.
Yuan Chengyin saw Ranlong's physical reaction on the monitor and was very satisfied. Then he looked at another shot and his face suddenly turned cold.
"Ka. Qiu An, you..."
"Director Yuan, I know. I'll go ask them for an ice pack to cool me down."
Yuen Shing-yin always gives his actors full trust. Good actors often know where problems lie before the director does.
Therefore, she was not annoyed when Qiu An interrupted her, but just nodded and said, "Go ahead."
Ranlong was puzzled: "Ice pack? What do you need an ice pack for? Your hands are so cold, a hot water bottle would be more appropriate, right?"
Yuan Chengyin was stunned. Oh my god, so this is what goose bumps are.
"I'll wash my hands in hot water."
Yuan Chengyin stopped Qiu An: "Don't wash it, it's fine just to keep it cold."
"What's good about it?" Ranlong protested.
"If you can act out goose bumps, she'll go wash her hands."
Ran Long was depressed, and goose bumps were not something she could control.
Since she couldn't find an ice pack, Xixi brought Qiu An a towel soaked in cold water.
Ranlong watched all this in confusion until Qiu An took the towel and gently applied it to his ears.
"What's wrong with your ears?"
she asked, but no one answered.
Ranlong had no choice but to walk forward and take a look for herself, and found that Qiu An's ears were half hidden under her hair, and were so red that they seemed to be bleeding.
"Hey, hey, hey?" Ranlong called out as if she had discovered a new world, "Are you blushing? Are you shy? I can't tell that you have an innocent personality?"
Qiu An said nothing, but just kept blushing.
Yuan Chengyin came over and patted Ranlong on the head: "Stop messing around, we're filming."
"Oh." Ranlong covered his head and walked away angrily.
The shooting continued from the unbuttoning part. Ranlong leaned awkwardly on the sofa, waiting for Qiu An to ride on him.
The distance was too close. Qiu An blushed, and her body was not without reaction.
heat.
But Qiu An's fingers were cold, and the slightest touch made her hair stand on end. She prayed in her heart that this scene would pass quickly.
Qiu An unbuttoned her chest, exposing her bra. Only then did she realize the shyness she was feeling.
Fortunately, Shen Zixin's mood was similar to hers, so Yuan Chengyin did not stop.
"stop."
What's going on?
"Yu Youxuan, stop looking around and look at her bra."
This one sentence made both of them blush.
Yuan Chengyin held his forehead with his hand and said, "Can you two just focus on your work and be more professional?"
The answer is obviously no.
Xixi was busy with something, so the job of handing out towels fell on Sister Hou.
Because live recording requires an absolutely quiet environment, there was no air conditioning in the room. Even though the temperature had been lowered in advance, the filming time was too long and the enclosed room had become stuffy and dry.
Sister Hou took a towel and gave it to Bingbing one and then to Bingbing another.
Sometimes when she came in, Ranlong hadn't buttoned up her clothes yet. The black bra looked very sexy on her even though it was conservative.
When she accidentally saw it, she had to give herself some ice.
I stumbled and repeated more than ten times before finally passing the mirror after taking off my clothes.
Originally, this scene was short and could have been shot in one take, but they were so weak that Yuan Chengyin had to cut it into two takes.
Next came the kissing scene. Yuan Chengyin sat in front of the monitor, flipping through the script and scratching his head.
She had a feeling that the next battle would be even tougher.
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