Chapter 71
Now that I have the answer I want, it would be awkward if I don't continue to talk about the probing words.
Yao Ling wanted to smooth things over. She picked up the remote and said, "Since none of you have seen it, why don't we just watch the first season now? Which platform is it on..."
Qiu An's face didn't look good, but he still asked Ran Long gently: "Do you want to see it? If you do, I will accompany you."
Ranlong was worried about Qiu An's condition and took her hand. Her trembling hand calmed down in the warm palm, but it was still icy cold, as if she had just broken out in a cold sweat.
Ranlong pinched her finger bones and said, "No need to look at it anymore. You are not feeling well. Let's go back to the room and rest."
"Um."
After getting a response, Ranlong fed Qiu An a cup of calming tea and prepared to go back to his room.
She was still drunk and stumbled over the leg of a sofa when she stood up.
Her head felt dizzy, and Ranlong raised her hand, just about to rub her solar plexus to relieve the dizziness, but when she saw Qiu An stand up, she bent her arm and put it around her waist, even forgetting where her solar plexus was.
Even though he couldn't stand steadily, the first thing he thought of was to help her.
The warmth on his waist spread to his heart, and Qiu An quietly grasped the corner of Ranlong's clothes.
The decision to stay at Yuan Chengyin's house was very sudden. They didn't bring any spare clothes, and Yuan Chengyin didn't fulfill his obligation as a host to help them prepare them.
After simply removing my makeup and washing up, I lay down on the bed with my clothes on. A strange smell came from the pillows and bedding, lingering around me for a long time and refusing to go away.
Qiu An is sensitive to smells, and it has become a habit for her to fall asleep with the scent of plants and trees as her pillow.
Surrounded by a strange smell, anxiety quickly came over her again.
Qiu An frowned, got out of bed, took out her handbag, and found the perfume packaging inside.
The bottle is empty.
The perfume has been consumed so quickly these days that I just used it up yesterday and haven’t had time to refill it.
Ranlong noticed the impatience faintly emanating from Qiu An's hurried movements, and saw her being annoyed by the empty perfume bottle. He grabbed the quilt and smelled it carefully, and sure enough, the scent of Yao Ling remained.
She remembered Yuan Chengyin seemed to say that Yao Ling had slept here.
Hmm...it must be uncomfortable to sleep with the smell of your love rival as your pillow, right?
"I'm sorry, it's too natural. I should have tried to help you just now."
The alcohol was causing her eyes to burn, and she would squeeze them shut from time to time to relieve the burning sensation. So when she said this, she didn't open her eyes.
Qiu An was confused: "What are you helping me with?"
"Fight for your right to sleep in the same room with Yuan Chengyin! Look, they sleep separately anyway, and since we're here, it's just right for us to each have our own room."
For some reason, as Ranlong was talking, his nose felt a little sore.
For some unknown reason, she became more and more excited as she spoke.
"Do you think Yao Ling is actually quite a jerk? She doesn't seem to really like Yuan Chengyin, she's just keeping her hooked. I think you still have a chance. Actually, I thought about it seriously tonight and realized that Yuan Chengyin has quite good qualities. He's such a famous director at such a young age, has both critically acclaimed and commercially successful masterpieces, is very talented, and makes a lot of money... He's also pretty good-looking... Actually... he's... quite a good match for you."
Qiu An listened to her quietly, put down the empty perfume and sat back on the bed. He held her face and used his fingertips to gently wipe away the tears that had accumulated in her eyes but were stubbornly refusing to fall.
Qiu An told her, "What nonsense are you talking about? I don't like Yuan Chengyin."
"Huh? You don't like her anymore?"
There was no "no", she had never liked Yuan Chengyin. Even if they had been entangled for a while, he had never fallen in love with her.
From beginning to end, for many years, the only person she liked was Ran Long.
"I don't like her." Qiu An repeated.
Ranlong's tears suddenly rolled down, dripping down Qiu An's thumb to her wrist. Ranlong quickly grabbed her hand and wiped it away with the hem of her clothes.
When she raised her eyebrows again, her eyes lit up: "Really?"
"Yeah, it's more real than pearls."
What a corny joke. Ranlong burst into laughter and asked her, "Then why are you looking for perfume? Can't you sleep without that scent?"
Ranlong said it well.
Qiu An rubbed his head, which had become dull due to alcohol and the past.
She liked the scent of the herbs because it once belonged to Ranlong.
Now Ranlong is by her side and can sleep with her for a whole night, so why does she need perfume?
Thinking of this, Qiu An's heart moved, and following his instinct, he snuggled into Ranlong's arms, letting her hold him, greedily absorbing the scent from her neck.
Ranlong cooperated with her without any question and held her tightly in his arms.
In fact, Ranlong's body was still stained with the faint scent of cigarettes and alcohol in the club, and of course there was also the lingering smell of Yaoling and her arm in arm. All the smells combined together were not pleasant.
But just because it comes from Ranlong, it seems different.
It became bearable, even a little cute.
"I can sleep without that perfume." Qiu An answered truthfully.
"Then...it's because of Yao Ling's scent here that you feel uncomfortable, right?"
"No……"
Before he could deny it, Ranlong came up with an idea: "Why don't we get a room?"
"A room?"
"Ah, no, no, it's just that, we can go to a nearby hotel to sleep for one night. The bedding used in the hotel is at least clean and doesn't smell like Yao Ling."
"That's very thoughtful." Qiu An chuckled, and her little head burrowed indulgently in Ranlong's arms. She really felt that Ranlong was very considerate.
But her words sounded a bit sarcastic to Ranlong, so he explained, "I really don't have any other intentions. I just want to sleep for one night, really. If you don't want me to follow you, you can go by yourself, but it's too late now and I'll be worried about you, so we can go to the hotel together and get a room each."
Thinking about how they also had their own rooms when they were on the set, but they slept together quite a bit, Ranlong added hurriedly, "No, not the kind where we visit each other. If you're worried, I can take you there first and come back later."
Now she was really thoughtful.
Unfortunately, Qiu An rejected her kindness: "Then I won't go."
"oh……"
After turning off the lights and going to bed, Ranlong finally realized what Qiu An's answer just now meant.
She seemed to say that if it wasn't just for sleeping, then I could go.
So, Ranlong now feels a little regretful.
We clearly agreed not to have any physical relations anymore, so why do I still regret not being able to steal another happy night?
In the darkness, my thoughts sank deeper and deeper, and sleepiness soon came over me.
Ranlong held Qiu An in his arms, and his breathing gradually became longer.
When she was about to fall asleep, Qiu An put his arms around her waist and hugged her back, then reached into her clothes from behind and touched her bra buttons.
A cool, soft arm snaked upwards along her skin, and in her dream she fell into a pool of early spring water.
"No, Juan, don't do it."
Still having some rationality, Ranlong suppressed his instinct and rejected Qiu An's provocation.
Even though she had just regretted it.
"No need to do it. It's uncomfortable to sleep in your underwear. I'll help you untie it."
Qiu An's voice was like a warm spring breeze, blowing away the misunderstanding and lifting the corners of Ran Long's mouth.
"Good~Qiu Anan, you are so nice."
The buckle was undone, and the bra hung loosely on the chest. The lace edge still pricked the skin from time to time, which was not very comfortable.
Qiu An's scent lingered around her, and Ran Long, wrapped in a sense of security, ignored everything else and twisted her body, trying to break free and gain more comfort. Her hands found the hem of her dress, crossed it, and just as she was about to take it off, Qiu An stopped her.
"Come, I'll teach you."
Ranlong didn't know what she was going to do, but when she heard her voice soft and whispery, she let down her guard and let go of her hand, allowing Qiu An to put his fingers into the cuffs of her short sleeves.
The shoulder strap was caught by her nimble fingers, passing around her arms and no longer restraining her.
Finally, her fingers slipped in from the bottom of her clothes, moved across her lower abdomen, and then over her belly button.
Whether intentionally or not, Qiu An's fingers moved while his palm pressed firmly against her skin. Dry and gentle, like a small plastic knife cutting a cream cake.
When I first saw it, I never thought it could cut through anything, until I encountered a cake that broke at the touch.
This time, Ranlong surrendered.
Let her do whatever she wants and give her whatever she wants.
Her eyelids felt heavy, and she forced herself to open them. She used all her strength, but only managed to open them halfway, still hazy and misty.
Half asleep and half awake, he waited for Qiu An's next move.
Unexpectedly, after Qiu An took off her bra, he did not touch her again for a long time, as if he had no intention of continuing.
Ran Long was not upset even though her expectations were dashed. She caught Qiu An's eyes in the darkness, smiled sweetly at her, and scolded her, "Bad boy."
Ranlong didn't quite believe that Qiu An's intimate touch just now had no seductive meaning.
Tease her, seduce her, and then suddenly pause.
She seemed to have done something similar to Qiu An before.
It seemed like she was the one who went further. So she had no right to be angry.
Qiu An lay down beside her, although a little far away, but facing her.
Ranlong then arched his body forward like a big caterpillar, and put his head against Qiu An's chest, but he restrained himself and did not bury it in it.
I don't want to lose her again.
So this distance is just right.
Starting from this distance is just right.
Since Qiu An doesn't like Yuan Chengyin, her chance has come.
She should treat her well and express her love to her.
If she succeeded by chance, she would love her for the rest of her life. If she failed, and Qiu An didn't drive her away, she would stay by her side quietly, eat together, and occasionally drink together.
Yuan Chengyin and Yao Ling still owe them a hot spring trip. They can travel together, go on vacation together, and wash away the painful memories of Qiu An's youth together.
Ms. Hu also wants Qiu An to come home for dinner during the Chinese New Year, so that they can still be friends and family, and create new beauty together to fill the gaps.
Love is not a necessity for her. Staying by her side like this, watching over her from afar, protecting her, and making a subtle mark in her life, this life will not be wasted.
Even though she understood, this was love.
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