Chapter 3
"Hey, why are you pushing me?"
Feeling the distraction and resistance of the person in his arms, Ranlong interrupted the increasingly long kiss, opened his eyes angrily, frowned into a "川" shape, and his tone was full of displeasure.
Perhaps the air conditioning in the RV was not turned on high enough, and the closed compartment made Qiu An's face as red as a long-steamed crab shell.
Even the little face that was heavily made up for the camera couldn't contain the bright red, which flowed down along the neck decorated with beauty tendons like ink in water, and rushed into the empty collar where it could no longer be seen.
Unfortunately, Qiu An was wearing an ivory-white shirt, which made the bright red color particularly eye-catching.
Coincidentally, the shirt had long sleeves, which kept out light and hid the color she had even painted on her arms.
Qiu An was breathing softly, her lips were plump and moist from the kiss.
Ranlong's gaze slid down slowly along her lips and throat, until it reached the collar, which was about to reveal her beautiful spring scenery with a slight touch. She couldn't help but squint her eyes, purse her lips, and swallow her saliva like a gangster.
Qiu An.
Back then, you stole my life with such seductive tricks.
"Someone is coming and the door is not closed." Qiu An said, twisting his body slightly and breaking free from Ranlong's arms.
Ranlong didn't think of stopping her and let Qiu An pull away like a mermaid. The rouge-red long skirt under her shirt was blown up by the breeze she brought with her, tickling Ranlong's calves.
Before Qiu An could take a step, Ran Long quickly grabbed her wrist.
The female star has such thin arms. She looked prettier when she was just gaining weight.
Before Qiu An could react, Ran Long grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. Qiu An stumbled with her right foot and fell back onto Ran Long's knees.
Qiu An groaned softly, steadying herself on the chair and straightening up. There was still a blush on her cheeks, but her expression was calm and forbearing, without any anger in it.
Seeing that she wasn't angry, Ranlong began to feel a bit irritated. Why was she looking at him like a child? He was only four years older than her, so why was he acting like an older sister?
Ranlong sat deeper in the chair and leaned back against the backrest.
She looked into Qiu An's eyes, which were looking down at her, and smiled softly. She spread her legs and pulled Qiu An to sit back in her arms.
This posture was so cheesy, but when he thought of Qiu An's small body lying in front of his knees, he suddenly felt the urge to tease her.
Qiu An didn't say anything, but pulled his arm slightly in the opposite direction to express his protest.
"Sit here, this is a seat I made specially for you."
"No."
"What are you worried about? Because there is someone outside the car?" Ranlong pointed at the car door, and Qiu An's eyes drifted outside.
"Or, is it because there is someone here?" The hand pointing at the car door moved to Qiu An's heart, and his fingers pointed at the undulating hillside.
As if it was a conditioned reflex, Qiu An waved his hand to slap away the dirty pig's paw.
"Hey, what are you doing? Can I still take advantage of you? What's wrong with touching you? At most, you can touch me back."
Ranlong pretended to be stubborn, but when he really thought about the scene of Qiu An touching his chest, he felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
Ranlong's voice was a bit loud, and Qiu An looked back at the door more often.
"Are you afraid of the people outside the car? Isn't your team known as the best PR team in the entertainment industry? I'm really worried that your image will be tarnished, so I just made them invisible."
Sister Hou, who was standing outside the door, felt an itch on the tip of her nose. She reached out to scratch it, but didn't take it to heart and continued to wander in her thoughts about Lajuan stepping on Ranlong.
"What nonsense!" Qiu An scolded her. "If it's something you really did, no matter how much PR you do, people will still criticize you."
"Oh my! Oh my! You sound so innocent."
The timing of the video of her slapping Qiu An and Yuan Chengyin was very subtle. Even more subtle was that anyone with a discerning eye could sense from her anger the impotent rage of a victim.
Of course, Ranlong felt that he was not incompetent, but just eager for revenge.
But all the righteous gossipmongers on the Internet favored Qiu An and criticized her at length.
The culprit who refused to sit in his arms, posted on his Weibo, which has only been used for business promotion all year round, saying that "it's already a thing of the past", that they have "reconciled and let it go", and that you all "stop saying bad things about Xiaoran".
Haha. You're so shameless. Who wants to go through with you, who wants to reconcile with you, who wants to let go of you?
If your PR team hadn't cleaned up her act, would she have been able to change from being a victim to being a perpetrator?
Bullshit.
You just mentioned "things he really did". Isn't it enough that Qiu An has done so many dirty and filthy things?
Qiu An knew that Ran Long was mocking her in a veiled way, but she had explained what happened many times before and she was too tired to argue with her anymore.
"Besides, even if it gets out, it can still help promote the movie, right? I know you and Yuan Chengyin have plenty of traffic, but you can never have too much traffic, right?"
“The promotion period hasn’t arrived yet.”
"There's even less need to worry about that. We're on the set, and we'll be bankrupt if we sue each other. Wait, you mean, after the promotion period is over, we can publicize it in a big way?"
“…”
"Hey, you're not regretting this, are you? Isn't this what you wanted? To be your own investor and director? You can stop whenever you want."
"I didn't say I regretted it."
"That's all, come sit here!"
Ranlong held Qiu An's wrist with one hand and put the other hand on her waist, wanting to forcefully fold this "snow lotus" in front of him.
But Qiu An was still hesitant as she positioned herself. Her strength was much greater than before. Although Ran Long was taller and heavier than her, he had been lying in bed for years and didn't like to exercise, so he couldn't pull her for a while.
Ranlong's anger suddenly surged up again. She had a bad temper. She would bully people because they were weak, and she wanted to bully them even more when she saw that they suddenly became strong.
Ranlong simply stood up straight, but she didn't expect Qiu An, who was wearing the high heels that the character she played liked to wear, to still look at her!
The thought of standing on tiptoe flashed through my mind, but I quickly gave it up as too childish.
So Ranlong lowered his body, put one hand around Qiu An's waist, and the other hand on her hip line, and picked her up in one go.
Qiu An cried out softly and quickly put his hands on Ran Long's shoulders. His lifted body turned lightly in the air and then fell heavily onto the seat.
Qiu An was so shocked that his mind was a little dazed, and his cold eyebrows showed an uncomfortable expression. He looked up and met Ran Long's slightly stunned eyes who was standing right in front of him.
It turns out that... I ran out of strength halfway through holding her.
Qiu An's temper ran away along with Ran Long's strength.
Ranlong felt a little embarrassed, as she had overestimated her physical fitness.
Before filming started, she lost weight in order to look better on camera, but the result was that she fell to Qiu An and lost face.
Qiu An's hands were still around her neck. When she raised her head, her nose rubbed against Ran Long's faintly.
Ranlong watched as Qiu An's frown slowly relaxed, her expression changing from discontent to a smile that could not be restrained. Seeing her red lips purse slightly, Ranlong hadn't even uttered the words "Don't laugh" when her delicate face suddenly magnified and a soft kiss interrupted his thoughts.
Qiu An tightened his arms around Ranlong, pecked her dazed mouth lightly, and quickly retreated.
There was a loud bang in Ranlong's mind, and the scenery in front of her became blurred. The corners of her mouth raised, and her heart was filled with surprise and excitement.
While the ambiguous atmosphere was still continuing, Ranlong pulled out his arm that was still stuck under Qiu An's hip line, gently lifted her hand and the hair hanging on the side of her neck, inserted four fingers into the roots of her hair, and placed his palm on the back of her head.
Qiu An withdrew his hand from Ranlong's neck and placed it on her waist instead.
Seeing this, Ranlong bent his legs and knelt on the leather seat. He crossed his legs on either side of Qiu An, trapping her between his legs.
She stood up straight, and Qiu An looked up at her with an ambiguous smile on his lips.
Ranlong narrowed his eyes, leaned down, and held her shoulders. Qiu An cooperated by closing her eyes, her rosy lips slightly parted and tilted upwards, watching Ranlong's every move.
Her smile became more and more unbridled.
This is just a trap.
Their lips touched, and Ran didn't give her time to react and immediately pushed his tongue in.
This was what Sister Hou saw when she opened the door.
Ranlong rode on Qiu An's thighs and kissed her passionately.
At that moment, the blood in her body flowed backwards, and her brain was unable to process the information in front of her. She stood with the door open for a while before she remembered that she should be under the car.
Maybe she was too nervous, Sister Hou slammed the car door with a loud bang.
It wasn't her fault. Ever since she received the invitation from the crew, she'd been incredibly curious about the complex relationship between her master and Qiu An. She couldn't ask, and since they'd signed a confidentiality agreement regarding their filming together, it wasn't easy to ask her colleagues.
So, as a professional agent, she started rushing to the Internet to make money like the crowd.
Homosexuality, love triangles, jealousy, business competition, intrigue, cheating, and the rise of the mistress...
She read all the versions of the story that were so bloody and exciting that the whistleblower could be put on the defendant's bench, but the things described in them were all too bizarre and unbelievable, so she didn't believe them.
But it's hard to forget this kind of thing once you've seen it.
Especially the protagonists, one is a useless and bad-tempered artist, and the other is a gentle and kind-hearted popular movie queen.
So when the two of them were not at the filming site, but were hugging and kissing each other in a very shameful posture, performing it vividly less than three meters in front of her...
All those ridiculous stories I'd read before came flooding back to my memory. Whose brain isn't overloaded?
The two people who were kissing were startled by the loud slam of the door closing.
Qiu An was confused and Ran Long was annoyed.
Ranlong recognized the awkward sound of high heels outside the door early in the morning. It came from her assistant, Sister Hou, who was clumsy, not very smart, and liked to talk bad about her behind her back.
Sister Hou had never worn high heels before, so it was very difficult for her to put them on.
But what really bothered Ranlong was that after three or four months, when she'd developed three, four, five, or six good habits, this little monkey still couldn't walk. While others would "da ba da ba" with their forefeet landing naturally on the ground, Hou Jie walked with a "clacking, clacking, clacking" sound, practically poking holes in the concrete floor.
It was as if she wasn't wearing "high heels" but "flat heels." She tried to change her shoes, but they didn't look elite enough. She couldn't help but wonder if she had overcorrected.
Ranlong ignored Sister Hou outside the door because she had a little selfish motive. She was just waiting for someone to come in and see what was happening.
The news of the passionate kiss on the set would not hurt her at all, after all, she had already gained notoriety.
She wanted to drag Qiu An, the dead pretentious guy, into the water so that her brainless fans could see how dissolute the "highland snow lotus" that they hold in their hands as spotless as they can be is in private.
But why was she slamming the door so hard?! Can't you see she's having fun bullying others?
Qiu An stopped kissing, opened his eyes and leaned forward to see what was going on, but Ran held his body restrained and he could not move.
Ran Long's scorching breath sprayed on her face, and the voice that came was filled with rising passion and desire: "Look at you, you're distracted again, come back here."
Without waiting for Qiu An to react, Ran Long adjusted his position, laid her body flat, and pressed on her.
This time the kiss was more intense, and her tongue no longer showed any hint of caution or exploration. It dived down wantonly, tangling in deeper places without any rules or regulations.
Qiu An couldn't keep up with the rhythm of her attack, his breathing quickly became disordered, and sporadic gasps and moans escaped from between his lips and teeth from time to time.
Ranlong was so excited after hearing this that he couldn't help but reach out to the buttons on Qiu'an's collar and peel them off one by one from top to bottom.
The low-cut camisole the painter wore was very sexy.
His fingers traced the sensitive skin of Qiu An's chest, traced her collarbone, and wandered across the mountains. Within two seconds, her body couldn't help but tremble.
Dyeing is very enjoyable.
She finally had the opportunity to witness that Qiu An, who pretended to be pure, cold and aloof in front of others, was now being bullied by her and rolling and struggling in the mud, his branches trembling and unable to control himself.
I want to see whether you are stained by the mud or not.
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