Chapter 64, Number 64: Sexual Fantasy Objects
As dawn broke, the chill of the early morning fog had not yet completely dissipated.
The surrounding area was filled with the constant murmur of people.
Xu Wu, wrapped in a down jacket, sat in the dressing room, half asleep, as the makeup artist beside her gently swept her face with a makeup brush, occasionally lifting her chin to show her the effect in the mirror.
She made too much noise last night, so she went to bed late. The sheets were completely ruined, and she was too lazy to clean them up, so she just left them all with Jieying.
After all, I have to rush to another play today, where I have a small role and less than ten minutes on stage.
But I still almost arrived late.
The actors before her had all finished their makeup and were familiarizing themselves with their scripts before going on stage.
"Alright, just apply some BB cream." The makeup artist put down the brush with satisfaction and rummaged through the cosmetics on the table for BB cream.
Upon hearing this, Xu Wu immediately woke up from her drowsiness and coughed lightly, "How about I do it myself?"
The makeup artist noticed that there were still a few supporting actors who hadn't put on makeup yet, so she readily agreed to hand them the BB cream and then went to the other side to continue working.
Xu Wu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, glanced down at the face cream in her hand, and touched her neck, which was tightly wrapped in the down jacket, with her other hand, her expression slightly unnatural.
"She's really like a dog," she muttered to herself.
The teeth marks under the clothes have not yet faded.
Xu Wu felt a surge of heat as she recalled the scene of kicking him and being dragged back last night. She took a deep breath to dispel the heat a little, and then glanced at her eyes, which were moist with shame, in her glasses.
Thankfully, she was wearing makeup, so her blushing cheeks weren't visible; otherwise, Xu Wu felt she would have wanted to crawl into a hole.
The bite marks on my neck still seem to be throbbing slightly.
It's easy to imagine how much force Jieying used when she bit him.
The director is having the actors' microphones adjusted backstage.
Xu Wu quickly snapped out of her daze, and after confirming that no one around was paying attention to her, she carefully unzipped her down jacket and quickly applied the BB cream to her neck.
The next second, a figure approached and smiled at Xu Wu in the mirror. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the faint teeth marks on her neck that were hidden by her hair, but his smile remained on his face.
"Senior, you're too slow."
Xu Wu frowned, subconsciously zipped up her down jacket, and took a step to the side to create distance between them. Only after confirming that the other person's hormonal aura could not be transmitted did her brow relax slightly.
She then looked at the person who had come in—
The young man in the dark gray Zhongshan suit smiled at her, and his features, which bore a resemblance to Jie Ying's, were now brightly reflecting her indifferent and aloof expression.
If Jieying is a black cat hiding under a bridge on a rainy day, curled up and licking its wounds, then the person in front of you is a Maine Coon that uses its good looks to capture its host.
Xu Wu paused for a moment, then took a few steps back: "It's alright, it's just within the allotted time."
“But you,” she looked at the young man with the crescent-shaped eyes, “aren’t you supposed to be in the second act? You still have time to be here?”
"I saw my senior staring blankly at the mirror and thought she might need some help."
The young man blinked, then sighed softly, feigning pitifulness, and said, "But senior, you keep calling me 'you,' have you forgotten my name?"
What appears to be a joke is actually full of probing.
Xu Wu certainly remembered the young man in front of him who resembled Xie Ying in appearance. He had met him a few times in school clubs before, so it was impossible for him not to remember his name.
"Xie Xun Chuan," she said after a moment of silence.
Xie Xun Chuan's smile widened: "Senior sister really has a good memory."
"Hmm," Xu Wu replied succinctly.
"By the way, I think I just saw something on your neck, senior. It was just a fleeting glimpse, so I can't quite make it out." Xie Xun Chuan smiled, his eyes full of sincerity. "If you get bitten by anything, remember to disinfect it immediately."
Xu Wu: "...Hmm."
She felt that what the person said was too offensive, and it felt like he was asking a question he already knew the answer to, so she replied with a single word.
The director's voice could be heard calling for people from outside.
Xie Xun Chuan glanced back, then turned back and said with a smile, "Then I'll go prepare first, senior."
After watching the person completely leave the dressing room backstage, Xu Wu's face slowly darkened.
Those quack plasters are annoying.
When she first met Xie Xun Chuan in the club, she was indeed a little shocked by his resemblance to Xie Ying, and she would occasionally take a few glances at him because of this.
But it was just those few glances—
Xu Wu never hesitated to praise her own appearance, and she knew that her face could easily attract the opposite sex.
So the moment she made eye contact with Xie Xun Chuan, she knew for sure that he had developed feelings for her.
But relationships are private matters, and she has no right to control other people's feelings.
It's Xie Xun Chuan's business if he likes someone.
Xu Wu pretended not to see it; after all, he was him, and Jie Ying was Jie Ying.
But for some reason, Xie Xun Chuan did not get discouraged after repeatedly hitting a wall. Instead, as if he had discovered something, he started to hang around in front of her even more frequently.
I don't know if it was intentional, but I would often smile at him with my head down and my eyes up at an angle.
Originally, he only had a two or three-point resemblance to Jie Ying, but he forcibly turned it into a five or six-point resemblance.
Xu Wu's first reaction was disgust.
She absolutely did not want to see this person, and even less did she want to see the effect he deliberately presented from different angles.
I initially agreed to perform in this play because I owed Chen Yunren a favor, but I never expected that Xie Xunchuan would also be there.
Xu Wu withdrew his probing gaze from the doorway.
"What are you looking at?"
A curious voice came from behind him.
Jie Ying didn't turn around, and turned to another page of the photo album in her hand: "Photos taken by club members a couple of years ago."
After he entered university, he joined the photography club. Each president would organize some activities to invite members to participate in the shooting, which was also a small competition. Therefore, most of the outstanding works would be kept and made into albums.
There are landscape photos and portraits.
He was completely absorbed in watching the film.
Cheng Jialuo pouted, feeling awkward, and walked straight to the other sofa to sit down. Seeing his serious expression, she couldn't help but ask, "Hey, isn't there a competition at school next week? You're really not going to participate?"
Jie Ying hummed in agreement: "No."
Cheng Jialuo: "...I mean, you're such a homebody."
"That competition was very competitive, and it was judged personally by Teacher Xue, so it was quite prestigious." He waved his hand: "But the requirement for the competition was a portrait, and aren't your portrait photos also very good?"
Jie Ying stopped fiddling with the page, and her eyes, hidden behind her bangs, slowly looked up. Her dark, lifeless pupils locked onto the person sitting with their legs crossed in front of her, and the thick, sinister substance in her dark eyes almost materialized.
"You're looking at me like that, it's kind of scary." Cheng Jialuo rubbed his arms and silently moved his buttocks a little to the side.
"I accidentally glanced at the photos in your phone's album when I passed by last time," he teased. "You take pretty good pictures of girls. Who are they?"
Jie Ying didn't speak; her overly pale skin gave her a sickly appearance.
Fortunately, Cheng Jialuo was already used to his behavior and asked gossipily, "Let me guess, it's not Chen Wei, is it?"
Chen Wei's open romance was no secret within the club; it was perfectly legitimate.
But who knew that Jie Ying was as dense as a block of wood and couldn't understand anything? They created countless opportunities, both openly and secretly, but he dodged them all.
"No," Jie Ying said calmly.
Cheng Jialuo was even more surprised, his eyes burning with gossip: "If it's not Chen Wei, could it be someone you like?"
The person you like?
Jie Ying was stunned for a moment.
What has been his relationship with Xu Wu so far?
What words should be used to summarize this?
Is she my sexual fantasy?
She was the pursuer I humbly begged for...
No, Jie Ying lowered his eyes and denied it; these were not the things he wanted to say.
He liked Xu Wu, of course he liked Xu Wu, more than anyone else in the world.
What about Xu Wu?
As Jie Ying thought of this, he inexplicably began to feel nervous. He unconsciously held his breath, his nerves were on edge, and his eyes were deep.
Is it because I like him, or because I pity him, that I did that kind of thing with him?
Jie Ying felt like he was going to die, and his strong masochistic and self-destructive tendencies led him to choose the latter.
Xu Wu possesses a rich emotional life and has a wide social circle.
Absolutely, absolutely not, would she have any other feelings for me?
I just feel sorry for myself.
Jie Ying calmly accepted the fact that Xu Wu would never become her lover.
This is undisputed.
His emotions were very mild, but the only slight fluctuation he experienced was due to Xu Wu.
She controlled the flow of his blood;
She bestowed upon him a feeling of pity;
She controlled the beating of his heart.
How could Xu Wu not want him? Jie Ying thought.
He didn't know how his feelings were different from others, but he had already given everything to Xu Wu without reservation.
How could Xu Wu not want him?
Seeing Ying's distraught appearance, Cheng Jialuo wondered if he had said something wrong, and tentatively asked, "Are you alright?"
Jie Ying said sullenly, "Hmm."
Cheng Jialuo scratched his head: "I was just joking."
Jie Ying shook her head and said nothing.
He recalled Xu Wu, whom he had held in his arms last night, so light that she was like a wisp of white mist that he couldn't grasp.
Just like her name.
But he still managed to catch it and held it tightly in his palm.
When the pressure was too much, Xu Wu would tremble and shed tears. Round, pearl-like tears slid down her fair face, brushing past the two black moles that were placed side by side, one above the other, and faintly glistening.
Tears were quickly swallowed up by the hot, wet kiss, but Jieying stared at the two moles on her face.
A hoarse voice, accompanied by uneven breathing, said, "So beautiful, just like tears."
He had excellent vision in the dark, and from his elevated position, he could see Xu Wu's trembling shoulders and tightly clenched lips.
This is not a joke.
Jie Ying inwardly grumbled, but as he gazed at Xu Wu's sobbing face, his inner turmoil and the chasm of his desires were filled with extreme satisfaction.
I don't want to stop.
Author's Note: There will be another chapter later if I have time.
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