Chapter 46
After taking a shower, Qiu An walked out of the bathroom and found Ran Long covering himself with the quilt, pretending to be an ostrich.
She walked to the bed and poked the snow-white hillock.
"Just go back after you're done washing and leave me alone!"
"Then I'm leaving?"
“Go, go, go!”
The footsteps faded away, but the sound of a door opening and closing never came. Ran Long huddled in the quilt, the air becoming increasingly scarce, almost suffocating.
Did Qiu An leave? Did she miss the door closing?
"Qiu An?" She called out muffledly from under the quilt.
No one replied.
So she chose a direction by feeling in the darkness, touched the edge of the quilt, lifted a corner and looked out -
Wrong, this is the direction of the bathroom. She shrunk back into the quilt and moved to the other side.
Qiu An stood at the door and covered her mouth with her hands and laughed.
Ran Long was helpless, pouting and mumbling, "Aren't you bored? Are you trying to kill time here with me and see who has more patience? Are you just full and have nothing to do?"
"Not boring." Qiu An said these three words lightly, then opened the door and left.
Ranlong really wanted to grab Qiu An's feet, lift her head down like a chick, and shake it hard to see what was in her head.
This woman has been giggling so much these past few days. She didn't enjoy seeing her make a fool of herself so much before. Why does she always seem so happy? Did something good happen to her? What good thing could she have? Are the studio's latest financial reports out? Are the revenues looking good?
Ranlong couldn't think of anything else except money. After all, Qiu An's relationship hadn't made any progress.
After staying in the quilt for too long, Ranlong began to sweat again. He decided to leave Qiu An aside and take a shower first.
The shower room was damp and filled with the scent of Joan's shampoo.
Although the smell is not very strong, it is still a complaint.
In the past, I would mop up the water after using the bathroom. But now that I’m rich and famous, I don’t do these trivial housework anymore, right?
Oh, the hotel doesn’t have a mop. Forget it this time.
No one washes their hair without losing it, not even celebrities who spend a fortune on maintenance. But there was nothing but water stains on the floor, even the drain was clean, and there were a few wet tissues in the trash can.
Actually, this is a hotel, so it doesn't matter if she doesn't clean. After all, there aren't even any tools... There's no need to pick up the hair so thoroughly, right? Can't even find a single strand?
Was there something else that Qiu An picked up besides the hair?
Ranlong stared at the several pieces of paper in the trash can, lost in thought. The trash bag had been replaced that morning, and before these pieces of paper were thrown in, it had been perfectly clean. So… if she could just take the paper balls out and unwrap them, she'd know what else Qiu An had picked up.
What answer did she expect?
Just before her fingers touched the paper ball, Ranlong shook her head violently. She stopped this strange behavior in time. She had been too close to Qiu An these past few days, and all kinds of evil thoughts were bubbling up in her mind.
Loosening the sweat-soaked hair that was stuck to her neck, she took off her clothes one by one and put them in the laundry basket, from top to bottom, from outside to inside.
When she took off the last piece of cloth, she saw the tangible substance that had just flowed out. Just as she imagined, it was translucent and a little sticky.
It wasn't the first time she had seen it, but this time it was so strong that she almost thought her period had come early.
Aside from the freshness covering it, there were also some dried marks on the pants. She felt so unfamiliar with her body that she had lost control of it. It could be so unbridled, evading her consciousness, time and time again.
Ranlong calmly turned on the faucet in the sink, and for the first time, she prioritized washing her underwear before showering. For the five minutes the water gushed, no one could see through her blank gaze what she was thinking; they could only glimpse it from her subsequent actions.
After washing your underwear, stand under the shower head without buffering and adjust the water volume to the maximum.
The bath water was still warm because Qiu An had just finished taking a shower and there was still some hot water in the pipe. She could enjoy the adjusted temperature without having to run cold water again.
From now on, let Qiu An go to her room to wash.
If Qiu An washes first, she can help her adjust the water temperature. If Qiu An washes later, she can help her pick up the clean hair.
Even if the former is a trivial matter, the latter is not a big deal if left alone. Someone will come to clean it the next day anyway.
The warm water poured down from the top of his head, making Ranlong feel comfortable and he couldn't help but sigh.
When people are in a safe environment, they will naturally do bold things.
She reached down, placing her hand on a place she'd been taught was private, hidden from view. Curiosity drove her to skip the usual cleaning and peel away the barrier, reaching for the spot where, as a woman, she bled every month.
It was full of secretions that couldn't be washed away by running water.
After a try, he easily got half of it in.
So, this is how it should go in. She had always felt dry and astringent when she had tried it herself before, no wonder she felt uncomfortable.
Having satisfied her curiosity, Ranlong stopped and took out the half finger she had buried. She taught herself a lesson: the opposite of uncomfortable might not be comfortable, and there was a transition between the two.
The wetness below was just a remnant of the feeling just now, not what I wanted at this moment. Therefore, I had no intention of continuing.
unless……
Unless that feeling comes back again. Unless before that feeling fades away...
Ranlong adjusted the water temperature to a cooler level and took a cold shower, which is said to be good for the body.
As the cold water poured down, the chill penetrated my muscles, my heart seemed to contract a little, and even my breathing became slow and quiet. Ranlong discovered that while it's unclear whether cold showers have any physical benefits, they do have a lot of benefits for mental health.
The dangerous thoughts were instantly dispelled by the cold water. Ranlong looked at the fingertips that had just entered her with amusement... How could she have such a ridiculous thought? How could she really do such a ridiculous thing...
As soon as I walked out of the bathroom, Qiu An knocked on the door again.
This woman came to harass her every few days, and Ranlong had figured out the pattern of her knocking on the door.
Sometimes there are two soft knocks at first, and just when you think you heard it wrong, three harder knocks come.
Sometimes the first two beeps were omitted, and the first three were stronger. If she didn't open the door, three more beeps were given.
When she knocked twice, she would open the door to see a slightly shy Qiu An. Sometimes she would say something insignificant that could be said on WeChat; sometimes she would invite her to sleep in the same bed with her.
And when he omitted those two sounds, it meant that he really had something serious to discuss with her.
Just now, Qiu An knocked twice softly.
Ranlong opened the door and saw her holding a cup of black liquid, which looked no different from Chinese medicine.
Is it finally time to change her sexual orientation?
"What is this?" Ranlong asked.
"Herbal tea. I mentioned it this afternoon and asked the hotel to make it."
"I thought you were joking."
Ranlong took the herbal tea from Qiu An's hand. It was indeed cold, not herbal. Put it in a recycled plastic bottle without packaging, and it became completely authentic.
But the focus is not on herbal tea.
Qiu An came to deliver something to her, but she knocked twice on the door first. It was as if she suddenly regretted coming and decided not to knock again, so that she could just pretend nothing happened and leave.
But she clearly had some herbal tea to give away.
When Ranlong walked back with the cold tea, he deliberately did not close the door, and Qiu An followed him in.
She didn't ask Qiu An what was wrong, and Qiu An didn't take the initiative to explain. Like a guest without a sense of boundaries, he picked the most comfortable chair for himself and sat on it.
Qiu An was still wearing her bathrobe, her hair had been blown half dry and was lazily draped over her shoulders.
She didn't usually cross her legs, but today she did. She wasn't sure if it was nervousness or something else. The hem of her bathrobe, propped up by her knees, split open in the middle, then slid down the sides, revealing her white thighs. Of course, just because her calves and ankles weren't highlighted didn't mean they weren't attractive.
Ranlong sat on the bed, biting the straw, and drank the cold tea, but he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.
It’s still that place, and I seem to feel it again.
What's going on? She hasn't done anything yet, and Qiu An hasn't done anything either.
Ranlong took the initiative to ask her: "Do you still want to continue with the scene you auditioned this afternoon?"
Ranlong hadn't intended to be so proactive; she had been waiting for Qiu An to say this. But Qiu An came and said nothing for a long time, silently sitting there fiddling with his cuffs, rolling and unrolling them.
"Yes." said Qiu An.
It’s not “hmm” or “okay”, it’s “yes”.
I can't stand it if it's dyed.
When Qiu An first came to her, Ranlong always liked to buy food for her.
Because she was so thin and because she had never eaten anything.
She had never tasted any of the spicy hot pot, Bobo chicken, barbecue milk tea and oden.
Ranlong asked her, "So, when you come to a big city and see all sorts of delicious food and snacks, don't you want to try them?" She just lowered her head and blushed and said, "They're a bit expensive."
Later, Ranlong often took her to the street, buying her things and always asking her, "Do you want some?"
She always said no at first, but when she realized that Ranlong was unhappy after she kept saying it, she said, "Okay."
It was as if he was begging her to eat it. Ranlong had mentioned it once or twice, but Qiu An just couldn't change it.
Later, Ranlong read a script. There was also a poor person in the script. When the poor person wanted something, he would not say "yes", but "yes", or sometimes even "okay".
With doubts, Ranlong went to find the screenwriter classmate who wrote the script. The classmate told her that it was the poor girl's growing environment that did not allow her to think or want.
Ranlong quickly understood and felt relieved.
Later, no matter whether Qiu An wanted it or not, Ran Long was too lazy to ask. He just dragged people to eat without saying a word whatever he thought of.
Anyway, she would try everything at every restaurant and she would always find what she wanted.
But now, Qiu An told her clearly, "Yes."
I don’t know if a wealthy life is enough to heal the trauma of childhood and transform her people-pleasing personality into a confident, generous and outspoken one, or if she really, really wants it?
Ranlong looked at Qiu An, and Qiu An looked back at her openly. Their eyes, unwilling to give in, filled with longing, intertwined.
"Then come here."
Ranlong said.
She placed the unfinished herbal tea on the bedside table, and then moved it further away from the wall.
She was worried that things would get, well, a little intense. If she accidentally knocked something over, it would be troublesome.
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