Chapter 87
The sudden kiss made Ranlong's heart tremble, and a strange sour feeling contracted at the extremities of his limbs, finally converging inch by inch on his lower abdomen.
She was almost defeated by the touch, until Juan's tongue licked her teeth, and she opened her mouth to respond awkwardly as if she was learning to kiss for the first time.
Has it been a long time since they kissed?
It didn't seem like it had been very long.
But Ranlong almost forgot that kissing was such an exciting thing. How did she refuse Qiu An's request for a kiss some time ago?
It's really unpredictable.
Qiu An's kiss was both gentle and urgent. His tongue rolled into her mouth, seemingly without any rules, but in fact, every cell was being taken care of until it was numb.
She held Ranlong's head with one hand and gently pushed her with the other on her shoulder. Ranlong didn't open his eyes, but he trusted her wholeheartedly, letting go of his defenses and resistance, and lying down on the soft sofa.
This long-lost wet kiss was not as sweet as before.
Because they had garlic vermicelli shrimp for dinner.
They exchanged each other's scent, and half of it was actually the scent of garlic.
But it didn't matter. Ranlong felt the reality of life from the aroma of the food. This wasn't their first kiss, but it was just an ordinary one in life, so it didn't need to be perfect.
But, but, wait, will this be the last time?
No, right?
So, what is their relationship now?
Why did Qiu An rush over to kiss her without saying anything?
So what happens after this kiss ends? What should I do? What should I do?
Is Qiu An going to confess his feelings to her? Or is it her turn to do so?
It seems that there are also couples who are implicitly together after just one kiss, but that sounds too insecure!
Ranlong was distracted by her random thoughts. Qiu An noticed that her response had slowed down, so he slowed down too and soon separated.
Ranlong opened his eyes in a daze.
Oops, she seemed to have let the kiss end prematurely. What happened? What should I do?
Qiu An seemed to misunderstand that she had something to say. She tucked her hair behind her ears, did not sit up straight, and maintained the kissing posture, with her hands on Ranlong's sides, and her calves and lower abdomen were tightly pressed against her.
Her calves were a little cold, but her stomach was hot.
Also, Qiu An is so beautiful.
Ranlong's eyes followed her movements, not even wanting to waste time blinking, and he forgot to close his half-open mouth, just staring at her in a trance.
Seeing her eyes staring straight ahead and a smile on her lips, Qiu An leaned down against Ran Long's chest, lowered her gaze, then raised her eyebrows to look into her eyes, waiting for her to speak.
Ranlong felt like he was roasting himself on the fire.
It seems inappropriate not to say something now.
Although she wanted to hug Qiu An and kiss her more than talk.
Yan Long's throat was boiling, so he cleared it and asked cautiously, "So... what is our relationship now?"
Qiu An listened to her complete sentence patiently, his eyebrows curved and he chuckled.
Is this a mockery? Is this a mockery?
Isn't it just a line that would appear in a TV drama? Art comes from life, right?
"What kind of relationship do you want us to have?"
Qiu An threw the question back.
That's not right. She's obviously delivering some contrived lines, so why does she sound so appropriate and so sweet? Huh?
In the past, when Ranlong heard such words, he would frown, pinch his nose, and then walk away. Now, after thinking about it carefully, this is really a terrible statement.
Qiu An said this, as if handing the choice to her. If she said he was an enemy, he would slap her and tear her hair tonight; if she said he was a friend, they would go home and lie down separately tonight; if she said he was a lover, tonight...
In short, it seems that I can let her do whatever she wants and whatever she says is the truth.
So, what is the standard answer?
Can I just say we're lovers? Does that count as a confession?
Why does it seem like Qiu An is forcing me to confess my feelings?
Couldn't she even take control at this moment? Couldn't Qiu An control everything she wanted?
What a cunning, annoying little devil... ?
Perhaps she was not concentrating on controlling the muscles on her face. Qiu An watched her pouting little mouth, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right.
I really want to hold it in my mouth.
But Ranlong opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak, so Qiu An had to give up.
Finally, after pondering for a long time, she blurted out: "Oh, by the way, you were still out late that night. Did you go to see Chang Yuqing?"
…
Qiu An's face was full of surprise.
Ranlong's actions at this time were truly depressing. She herself seemed to sense that something was amiss, wondering how she could have made the otherwise ambiguous atmosphere so awkward. However, words once spoken were like spilled water, and she didn't know how to gracefully take them back.
She is very good at dyeing everything, and she is also very good at being awkward.
Qiu An moved up a little, snuggled into Ran Long's arms, and flicked the tip of Ran Long's nose with his index finger.
Ranlong was both afraid and itchy, she narrowed her eyes, but did not stop her.
Well, Ranlong has done so much for her and explained so much.
To be fair, she should also let Ranlong know what happened.
Anyway, everyone will tolerate her, right?
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Qiu An told Ran Long that she had not received the letter from Pei Chunlai, the letter announcing Jiang Ting's death.
She never used the name "Jiang Huan" when acting in Hengzhen.
Besides, Hengzhen is so big, and Pei Chunlai couldn’t write the address clearly, so how could he find her?
The postal and express delivery systems in Hengzhen were very chaotic at that time. The filming base often received a large number of fan letters and gifts, most of which could not be delivered to the stars themselves.
She learned about Jiang Ting's death from a friend from the same town.
Most of the people in the town watched her die, but Qiu An still held on to hope.
Especially when she had saved some money and had a stable residence, she wanted to move Jiang Ting's grave, but found that it was just an empty cenotaph.
After becoming famous, Jiang Ting's whereabouts, or rather Jiang Ting's death, is still a knot in Qiu An's heart.
She hired people many times to find out Jiang Ting's possible whereabouts, but the information she got was that Jiang Ting had committed suicide by jumping into the river that year.
Where will those who didn’t survive go?
Someone even asked her, "Excuse me, but are you looking for a place to be reincarnated? That's beyond our scope of business, but I can recommend someone to you..."
Qiu An listened to the words and actually went to find the recommended psychic.
Only afterwards did I realize how stupid I was and how desperate I was.
Perhaps Chang Yuqing found out about her activities and thus caught her in the act of investigating.
Qiu An told Ran Long about his several meetings with Chang Yuqing, including the "ultimatum" that night, without reservation. Ran Long was so moved that he couldn't close his mouth after hearing it.
He hissed for a long time before asking Qiu An, "Are you really planning on sleeping with Chang Yuqing? Aren't you worried about something happening? Going to see her by yourself so late at night? Not calling the police or informing Xixi, how dangerous!"
"I ran to a dangerous place and didn't call the police or report it. How could someone have the nerve to criticize me?"
"I, how can it be the same for me! And I'm not alone! You were still..."
Qiu An scratched Ranlong's belly with his fingers to stop her nagging, and asked her with a smile: "Are you worried about me?"
Ranlong caught her mischievous hand. His hands were distracted, his mind was not thinking straight, and he blurted out what was in his heart: "Of course I'm worried! Even if we are friends..."
no……
"Ahem!" She turned around abruptly, "If it were a friend, I'd be worried!"
Qiu An raised her pretty eyebrows and said, "Just friends?"
"No... No, no! No... Could you please stop changing the subject?"
Ranlong's face turned red. She seemed very nervous, and even her stomach was rumbling.
Qiu An was kind enough not to tease her: "I guessed it a long time ago. Chang Yuqing said she wanted to sleep with me and asked me to go on a date with her whenever she wanted. She wasn't really interested in me, but was showing off her power to others."
"A display of power?"
"Yeah, just like a lot of big business owners who want to throw parties and ceremonies, they always like to spend a lot of money to invite a few celebrities to show up. The night she couldn't contact you, she called me to the hotel just to tell others, 'Look, even someone like this can be humiliated by me, how powerful I am.'"
"But who is she trying to show off her power to? It was fine the first few times, but that night, no one was there... No, there was someone..."
ah!
"The person who was there that night was Song Song! Oh my God! It was Song Song!"
Ranlong suddenly realized what was going on and excitedly slapped the sofa. Qiu An huddled in her arms, laughing loudly at her actions.
"Yes, it's Song Song. Song Song is always there every time I meet her. At first I thought Chang Yuqing was using Song Song to intimidate me, after all, Song Song used to be a pretty good girl. But the truth is the opposite, and it took me a long time to figure it out."
Ranlong thought for a moment and said, "So, she took me to Song Song's bar and got me drunk just to show off to Song Song?"
When mentioning this, Qiu An lowered his head and suppressed his smile from an angle where Ran Long couldn't see.
A chilling feeling of disgust crept into her features, and her cold gaze was so sharp it seemed murderous. She clenched her fists, wishing she could crush Chang Yuqing to death with her own hands.
Ranlong, who was lying beneath her, was completely oblivious and even joked to herself, "Oh my god, I finally got to see how deformed a lesbian can be!"
After the fun, Ranlong felt a little more relaxed. He could finally say what he had been unable to say due to nervousness.
Qiu An lowered his head and rested it on her chest, and he could probably detect even the slightest change in her heartbeat.
Before the nervousness could overwhelm her again, Ranlong took a deep breath and decided to talk about it first!
"Um, um, Qiu An, are you willing to be a lesbian with me...um, just...normal lesbians?"
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