Chapter 59
The hotel entrance was surrounded by enthusiastic fans and reporters who were not invited to the wrap party.
Qiu An asked the driver to drop her off first. She had been locked up in the crew for a long time and had not shown up for a long time. She didn't want to let these people wait in vain.
No matter how many shameless gossip reporters, paparazzi and photographers are hiding among this group of people.
Since Xixi was not there, the driver got out of the car and acted as a temporary assistant, and worked with the hotel security to protect Qiu An's safety.
I don’t know why, but Ranlong feels that Auntie is much more capable than Xixi.
Ranlong hesitated and didn't want to get off the car. After all, the people surrounding her were not the crew members she had been with for several months. Among those people, at least 90% were hostile and prejudiced towards her.
Fortunately, Qiu An didn't want her to get out of the car. He said in her ear, "Wait for me upstairs," and closed the car door.
The valet drove the car to the parking lot, and Ranlong took the elevator directly upstairs from the parking lot.
At the same time, she was thinking about what Qiu An said to her.
Wait for me upstairs.
So, Joan will come to her room in a while, right?
They hadn't done it for many days, and when they did it on the last night of the wrap party, it felt like a breakup.
Wrong, they are not together.
I wonder what kind of questions Qiu An is dealing with from the media downstairs, and whether he will receive a lot of fan letters.
So will Qiu An go back and open the letter first, or come to her room to open it... or let her open it?
It’s a little exciting to think about it.
Ranlong sat on the sofa and waited for a while, but Qiu An didn't come, so she went to take a shower. When she came out and dried her hair, she waited for a long time, but Qiu An didn't come.
It was almost an hour. Ran Long felt more that something had happened to her than that Qiu An had broken her promise.
Feeling a little worried, she put on some clothes and opened the door, only to find Qiu An standing at the door.
He didn't look like he had just arrived, nor did he look like he was about to knock on the door.
"Why are you here so late?" Ranlong let Qiu An into the room with a hint of complaint in his tone.
"I knocked on the door, but you didn't open it."
"Oh, I just went to take a shower." Ranlong saw that Qiu An hadn't removed her makeup or changed her clothes, and he was a little suspicious. "So you're standing outside my door as punishment?"
"I thought you regretted it."
"It's not the first time, there's nothing to regret."
Qiu An looked into her eyes and said calmly, "If I haven't come to you for a long time and you haven't come to me either, it means you don't really want it. If you don't really want it, then it's okay to end it last time. But it's a good thing you came."
"What tongue twister are you talking about?"
In fact, she had no objection to Qiu An's tongue twisters, but Ran Long couldn't stand hearing words like "really want it".
Although Qiu An looks quite gentle, his words are quite wild.
In just a few sentences, she was described as a woman who was as lustful as a wolf and unsatisfied.
"I'm still worried about you!"
"Thanks."
Qiu An's words of thanks made Ranlong feel awkward. It was as if this person, who had once been so close to her, had suddenly become a stranger.
It seems so. Although they were familiar with each other before, they did not appear in each other's lives in the two or three years when they grew and changed the most.
How do you calculate whether you are familiar or not?
Since they met, they haven't had a good chat.
Only very occasionally, after sweating profusely, would we chat about random things about others.
For example, why does Qiu An's new driver look like a vicious landlady; for example, is Xixi her personal life assistant or assistant secretary in the studio; for example, does Sister Wang have a mistress outside; for example, how to make Sister Hou become as sensible and smart as Xixi.
"Then do you really want it?"
Then Qiu An's next sentence seemed to directly increase the distance between them to negative.
Isn’t there a safer, more normal distance?
Ranlong scratched his chin and ears, not knowing how to answer.
But not answering this damn question would mean acquiescence. Ranlong didn't really want to acquiesce to this question.
But she didn't want to answer "yes" or "no".
Can Qiu An withdraw this question?
"Why did you change clothes?"
Qiu An was also very considerate. Although she did not withdraw the question, she quickly replaced it with a new one for her.
This was a question she hadn't thought about.
She chose that dress just to give a hint to Qiu An.
Since he had already understood and was ready to go to bed, there was naturally no need for her to continue wearing this dress.
After all, what Qiu An really coveted was not her body.
"I've already showered, I can't put my dirty clothes back on."
"Did you choose this dress?"
Qiu An picked up the skirt that Ran Long had left on the sofa and took a look at it. It was indeed very bold, but unfortunately it was a flash in the pan. She now regretted bringing her aunt here.
"Yeah. Why, you're allowed to be flirty, but I'm not?"
Qiu An was amused by Ranlong's tone. She said to Ranlong, "If you want it, you can just tell me directly. There's no need to go through all this trouble."
"It's because you haven't come to see me." Now that things have come to this, Ranlong has to come clean.
"You didn't come to see me either."
"You didn't come to me first!"
Ranlong started arguing with her, and for a moment, he thought it was just a young couple quarreling.
What a young couple! Stop imagining things!
Such a thought was like a ball of fire, the flames leaped up to her face and licked her.
She bit her lips because of the burn, and her expression was a little fierce, as if she scared Qiu An.
Qiu An lowered his gaze and said aggrievedly, "But... I've looked for you twice more than you've looked for me."
You're telling tongue twisters again.
Even though Ranlong had mostly drunk grape juice tonight, he'd also had a few sips of wine, and was now slightly tipsy. Trying to figure out a tongue twister in this state wasn't going to be easy. Right?
What did Joan say? She said she'd slept with her more often than she'd slept with her? Twice more?
Qiu An was also counting the number of times they took the initiative? And she was counting so accurately?
I forgot to write down the memo I was about to write. Once you interrupt something like this, you can never keep track of it again.
So she usually remembers who looked for whom last time. If it was Qiu An who looked for her, then she would look for him this time.
In the end, did Qiu An get two more times than her?
"You still remember this, haha." She thought for too long and was almost exposed. Ranlong didn't want Qiu An to know that she was also remembering such boring things.
By the way, is Qiu An shameless?
"Don't you remember?" Qiu An suddenly asked her.
"Me! How could I remember such boring things!"
"Then why don't you come to see me twice more? Don't you want it very much?"
What's going on? Qiu An's question is like a puzzle. Does she have to hear her say the three words "I really want it"?
Shouldn't the adult world be one where one knows everything in silence, but sees through it without saying it out loud?
Seriously, does it matter whether she wants it or not? Even if she wants it, it doesn't mean that the person Qiu An likes wants it too!
"No." Ranlong replied.
Great question. At least it saved her from having to answer it directly.
Who would have thought that Qiu An was not going to let her go this time:
"Do you really want it, or don't you really want it?"
Qiu An asked as she approached Ranlong, still holding the bold skirt in her hand.
She wanted to take back her thoughts about Qiu An being considerate. This woman was a devil... with a bit of charm.
"You, what are you doing with the skirt?"
"Can you please wear this dress again?"
"Wear this dress? Now?"
The sexy lingerie suddenly popped up in Ranlong's mind. Although this dress was the kind that could be worn out and shown to the whole world, it seemed to become less serious after Qiu An took it.
"Yeah. Wear it again and show it to me."
"Look, what are you looking at? You can't see it with the lights off."
"Don't turn off the lights."
"Don't turn off the lights? Are you looking at me or her if you don't turn off the lights?"
"Who are you looking at?"
Maybe it was because of the alcohol, but Qiu An seemed to have forgotten her excuse.
A nerve in Ranlong's head suddenly snapped. It wasn't a metaphor; she really heard it.
Could it be that the thought suddenly rekindled itself, that Qiu An didn't treat her as a substitute?
"Yuan Chengyin." Ranlong answered reluctantly.
She felt a little annoyed the moment she said it. She didn't want to mention that spoiler on a night like this. She also had a little thought: if Qiu An forgot and she didn't mention it, then would Qiu An belong to her completely that night?
Even if you are a sex partner, there is no such necessity.
But everyone has their quirks. This was probably a form of her obsession with cleanliness, she thought.
Qiu An frowned, as if trying to remember.
Now she remembered, and it ruined her mood.
"You wear it, of course it's up to you."
One sentence brought back Ranlong's interest, no, his interest was back.
"You really want to see? Me?"
"I want to see. You."
Ranlong seemed to have grown a fluffy tail and began to fan himself: "Well, then wait for me to change clothes."
As soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't wait to go to the cloakroom.
"Don't go." Qiu An grabbed her wrist and stopped her.
"What's wrong? You don't want to watch again?" The tail swept twice awkwardly and stopped suddenly.
Qiu An chuckled, blinked, and looked straight into Ran Long's eyes. Her lips curled up, and even her voice seemed to be stained with alcohol: "Let's change here."
Ranlong's heartbeat stopped for a moment. She seemed not to understand what Qiu An said and repeated unconsciously: "Let's change here?"
"Change here."
"...In front of you?"
"In front of me."
"...take it off for you to see?"
"Take it off for me to see."
Ranlong finally heard the teasing in her tone. She felt embarrassed and annoyed and didn't want to pay any attention to her.
He broke free from Qiu An's hand and went to the cloakroom to change his clothes.
The air conditioning in the room was very sufficient, and she felt a chill on her chest and back. Only then did she feel ashamed. She lingered in the cloakroom for a while before she closed her eyes and walked out.
Qiu An looked at Ran Long, who was wearing a deep V halter neck dress and whose hands and feet were not in good shape, and was very satisfied. He looked her up and down for a while and said, "It looks good."
Ranlong felt her ankles flush with embarrassment. She had been waiting patiently for Qiu An's next words, but all she got was, "Let's stop here tonight. I'm going home first."
"Eh? Wait..." I can't figure out what to do. Shouldn't I get to the point next? Why did I go back?
"I have to catch an early flight back to Beiji. I have work tomorrow."
Ranlong was impressed by her workaholic nature: "Don't you even give yourself a single day off? If you don't take a day off, then Xixi will too."
"I have many assistants."
"That……"
For the last time, aren't you going to do it?
In her anxiety, she heard Qiu An say, "We are all in Beiji."
"What it means is..."
"There are still many opportunities."
We have a long way to go.
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