Chapter 44
In the summer, it gets dark late, and the crew's meals are served late. The weather was a bit gloomy that day, and the sunset light wasn't pretty. Yuan Chengyin was busy, so the original filming plan was postponed, leaving him with a leisurely evening.
It was steaming hot outside, and the air-conditioned rooms had long been occupied by the cunning staff. Ranlong had nowhere to go, so he had to stay in the car to read the script and check his phone.
The crew did not rent an RV this time, so the actors all used commercial vehicles.
When Ranlong heard Sister Hou's report, before he could frown, he was stopped by Sister Hou's earnest sermon.
Sister Hou is now familiar with her and is no longer afraid of her. She patted her on the shoulder and said that the venue was remote, the road was narrow, and the RV was far, big and difficult to drive; Qiu An was sitting there well and didn't express any dissatisfaction. You are not popular yet, so just do your job well and don't ask for too much.
Ranlong said, "Stop talking nonsense and just do what you are told to do. Don't speak up for others when they are bullied. Go and fight for me."
Sister Hou said that everyone has made the decision, so I don’t want to bother this person.
Ranlong said, "This car is so small, don't get in my car."
Sister Hou said I don’t care and I won’t go if I don’t want to.
Anyway, they had a quarrel, and Sister Hou, who had both a temper and a backbone, kept her word and didn't get in Ranlong's car. It was such a hot day, and I don't know where she went.
There was a knock on the window from the car door. Ranlong thought it was Sister Hou coming to apologize for letting the air conditioner on. When he opened the door, it was Qiu An again.
"What are you doing here?"
"Have you seen Sissi?"
"Your own assistant, asking me?"
"What's wrong with you? Are you in a bad mood?" Seeing Ranlong's inexplicable angry tone, Qiu An greeted him with concern.
"Nothing, I just had a quarrel with Sister Hou."
Upon hearing this, Qiu An raised her eyebrows. Now she knew why Xixi had not been seen or replied to messages for a long time.
Just as Qiu An was about to leave, she saw Ranlong clutching the script, her brow furrowed, her front teeth occasionally grinding against her lower lip. This expression was somewhat similar to the one she had when she was worried about the kissing scene.
"Xiao Ran."
"Um?"
"If you're not sure, we can try it in advance."
"Try what?" Ranlong didn't react for a moment. In fact, she probably guessed it, but she just didn't dare to react.
"You can try whatever you want."
Having said that, if I don’t react now, I’ll seem pretentious.
But Ranlong was a little shocked.
Even if it's for money, it's just a job after all, it shouldn't be necessary to go to that extent, right?
Having said that, Ranlong was still a little concerned about the possibility of a physical reaction to Qiu An, and she wanted to get to the bottom of it. So, since Qiu An was offered to her, she had no choice but to take advantage of her.
"Okay, come here."
"Here?"
"What else? Go back to the hotel? This trip back and forth takes too much time, and I still have to work tonight. If you don't want to eat, I still do."
Ranlong took the initiative, dragged Qiu An into the car, closed the door, drew the curtains, and brightened the lights inside the car; his movements were smooth and seamless, as if they had been rehearsed many times.
The space structure of this commercial vehicle is no different from that of an RV, and it can have a secret space for them to perform all kinds of ridiculous scenes; the anti-peeping curtains are only installed on the sides and the back, and it is useless no matter how tightly they are drawn. After all, if you look inside from the front window, you can see at a glance what secrets are hidden inside.
The front of the car faces outward, and even if it is parked in the actor's rest area, there will occasionally be people coming and going, so there is a possibility that it may be accidentally seen.
Ranlong would not force her. As long as Qiu An refused, Ranlong would consciously open the car door and let her get out.
But Ranlong was still curious about how far Qiu An would go to act well in this role.
Qiu An didn't refuse her. She chose a seat in the last row so that the front row seats would slightly block her view.
Qiu An sat down in the back row, raised his hand, hooked four fingers, and asked Ran to come over.
It was a very ordinary gesture, and her eyes were not even on Ranlong, but Ranlong felt a provocation from it.
It was dangerous, yet alluring, and it immediately aroused my desire to get close to her. Whether it was a desire to conquer her or something else, it didn't matter.
Looking at the charm that Qiu An exuded inadvertently, although her expression was cold and she exuded an aura of abstinence, her every move exuded an impatient hum, as if saying, "Come quickly."
Ranlong chuckled.
Qiu An looked serious and asked her in confusion: "What are you laughing at?"
"nothing."
Ranlong was smiling. Why did he feel confused about his reaction to Qiu An before?
This guy is Qiu An. He should go to the doctor if he doesn't respond.
Qiu An hadn't changed out of her school uniform yet, and they didn't care whether it would get dirty, since they had plenty of spare ones anyway.
"It's been so long since the filming ended, why haven't you changed into your school uniform yet? Are you deliberately not changing?"
Ranlong sat in the back row, reached out to straighten Qiu An's collar, and took advantage of his height advantage to lean close to her.
"Um?"
Qiu An's face started to turn red again. This guy is just like that, he can't stand being teased.
"Don't you dislike wearing school uniforms? The collar is still very uncomfortable, right? It's allergic and red."
Ranlong said as he unbuttoned Qiu An's collar. Unfortunately, the school uniform buttons were just for show. If it weren't for Yuan Chengyin's voyeuristic filming technique, even if they were all unbuttoned, there wouldn't be any good view.
Although he couldn't see anything, Ranlong felt his mouth was dry.
In fact, she never thought that collarbones were sexy. Instead, she felt that the two ribs across the neck were very abrupt. But since everyone liked them, she blindly followed the trend and pursued them.
Until this clavicle grew on Qiu An. How come I hadn't noticed it before?
The upper opening was restricted by the design of the garment, but access from below was always unobstructed.
Ranlong half-knelt on the seat and put his hand under the hem of Qiu An's clothes.
"Is this okay?"
"Um."
She placed her hand on Qiu An's waist. Without any barrier between them, the cells from different individuals stuck together firmly.
"That's fine too."
"Um."
Cautiously, she moved upwards. Juan's skin was incredibly smooth, her hands seemingly sliding over a smooth layer of cream, easily sinking into it.
As I was swimming, the game started to lag.
Just as she was about to make a few jokes, she realized that it was not Qiu An who was sweating, but her own palms.
She touched the edge of the innermost garment. It was the kind she often wore as a student, made of smooth fabric, a thin sponge, and a silky texture, like the center of a chocolate molten chocolate.
There are two options for dyeing: one is to cover it directly through the fabric, and the other is to penetrate it along the skin.
Since you are here.
"Even like this..."
Perhaps she was walking too hastily and reached the top in just a few steps.
As soon as it was touched, the hillock shrank back as if it had been wet.
I encountered...
She hadn't actually intended this... Is there any room for explanation...
Qiu An's eyes narrowed reflexively, unable to open them without effort. But she was too lazy to make the effort now.
A muffled hum, followed by a promise.
You can do that, Joan told her.
It's okay to keep going, Qiu An's body told her.
"despair."
It was a very soft sound, her heartbeat like thunder, which she couldn't hear. But she saw it, and her considerate brain automatically filled in the sound effect for her.
A drop of bright red blood fell on Qiu An's white school uniform.
Going back to the source, you can see a red nose.
Ranlong was horrified and quickly pulled his hand away from the hillock, took a step back, and fell.
Feeling empty, Qiu An opened his eyes and saw Ran Long struggling to get up. No matter how awkward or embarrassed her posture was, the hand covering her mouth and nose refused to let go and hold on to something for support.
"What's wrong with you?" Qiu An stood up to help her, not caring whether her clothes were neat or her collar was open.
“…I’m getting angry.”
Muffled words came out of Ranlong's covered mouth. When he opened his mouth, blood flowed along his lips and teeth into his mouth.
It was strange that she could not smell the fishy smell of blood at all at this moment, and her sense of smell was still on the scent of Qiu An's perfume. If she could not feel the liquid flowing in her nasal cavity, she would not have believed that she was actually bleeding from the nose.
Ranlong has had nosebleeds only a few times in his life, so why did it happen this time?
This fire was started at the perfect time!
This explanation sounded too much like a cover-up. Ranlong was so embarrassed that he ran out of the car as soon as he could stand up, and didn't dare to rest until he reached the nearest restroom.
I let go of my hands in front of the sink, and the blood from my nose spread out in the palm of my hand, covering my entire hand and seeping between my fingers. I felt sick just looking at the stain.
She turned on the faucet and washed the blood off her hands. She was not sure whether the bleeding from her nose had stopped, so she suddenly raised her head and was about to lean back.
Before she could see the ceiling above her head, the back of her head was firmly supported by a strong hand.
Qiu An's voice came from my ear: "Don't lean back, the blood will flow back."
How should I put it? Instead of stopping the nosebleed, Ranlong now wants to find a crack in the ground to crawl into, and then stay there until the day Qiu An forgets about this matter, and then crawl out.
"Hold your nose and wait for a moment. Don't move."
Ranlong pinched her nose obediently. Since she couldn't look up, she and Qiu An could only look at each other in confusion.
"I'm just getting irritated." He pinched his nose, his mouth still open. Afraid Qiu An wouldn't believe him, Ran Long took every opportunity to explain himself.
"Yeah, I know. The weather is too hot, remember to eat something light tonight. I'll ask the hotel to prepare some herbal tea."
If only Qiu An hadn't had a faint smile on her face when she said this. Then she would have known what was going on and would have been grateful.
But Qiu An actually laughed at her. She couldn't swallow this.
"You laugh at me."
"Why should I laugh at you?"
"You laughed at me because I touched yours..." Ranlong looked at the door and saw no one. He leaned close to Qiu An's ear and finished speaking the two words he had in his mouth, "and then you started bleeding from your nose."
Okay, now it’s Qiu An’s turn to get angry.
Sure enough, when doing such shameless things, shameless people have more advantages.
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