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Zhou Ji'an was stunned.
Could it be that he really intends to do something through the video?
Does she also need to take off her clothes?
Zhou Ji'an's fingers gripped the hem of his pajamas tightly, and his fingers holding the phone were stiff and unsteady.
She tried hard to recall the knowledge she had absorbed, intending to cooperate with Deng Yi on the screen.
"What are you thinking about?" Deng Yi watched as the person on the screen turned pink, and then leisurely added fuel to the fire.
Zhou Ji'an's mind was filled with those chaotic images; his reason had long since run amok. He said breathlessly, "I can't take off my clothes while holding up my phone."
The fatigue accumulated from days of recording vanished with a single sentence from the person opposite him. Deng Yi leaned back comfortably against the headboard, looking at her with a smile.
"What should we do?" Zhou Ji'an asked softly. She felt extremely uncomfortable under his gaze, as if she were completely naked. "Should I put my phone down first?"
Deng Yi's light laughter rang in her ears, "Jian, you don't need to take your clothes off."
Does he have other ideas?
Zhou Ji'an raised the phone, which had already landed on the blanket, his face darkening further. "What do I need to do?"
Based on what Zhou Ji'an had learned, she probably needed to make a sound to provoke the person opposite her.
Deng Yi: "Chat with me."
The chat he's talking about probably isn't a real chat, right?
Zhou Ji'an licked his dry lips, but the word "husband" that was on the tip of his tongue could not be uttered. Only a long "hmm" escaped from his lips.
"Um……"
Zhou Ji'an thought his imitation was very accurate, but Deng Yi across from him was laughing so hard he could hardly contain himself.
She must have misunderstood him.
"Didn't you say we'd take a break in the middle? How come you're only getting a break now that it's almost over?" Zhou Ji'an stammered but quickly uttered these words.
"The recording schedule has been adjusted." Deng Yi pulled the blanket up, pointing his phone camera downwards. "I haven't been exercising much lately, so let's see if my muscles are still there."
The phone camera could only capture a portion of Deng Yi's muscles, but you could still feel the definition and power of his muscles.
Zhou Ji'an recalled the intense and prolonged exercise she had recently participated in, and suddenly remembered that for quite some time then, she couldn't see the ceiling.
Thinking this, she carefully measured the width of Deng Yi's chest and shoulders with her eyes.
That's really outrageous.
"I can't see."
"Was the camera too close, or is it already gone?"
I dare not continue watching...
Zhou Ji'an shifted his legs under the covers, gripping the blanket with one hand and his phone with the other, and said impatiently, "I'm not watching anymore."
Deng Yi asked, "Don't you want to watch?"
Upon hearing his question, Zhou Ji'an feared that he might adjust the camera angle or hang up the video call to prevent her from watching, so she hurriedly stopped him, saying, "No, no."
Zhou Ji'an gently closed his eyes and said, "What's the use of just looking if you can't touch it?"
The air was silent for several seconds.
"Ji'an, lie down," Deng Yi called out clearly.
As Zhou Ji'an hesitated, Deng Yi said again, "Listen to me, lie down."
Zhou Ji'an, who was only wearing pajamas, accidentally touched his bare leg. As he was adjusting the position of his hand, Deng Yi suddenly asked, "Where is my hand on your body?"
Zhou Ji'an didn't dare to blink and kept swallowing.
She felt a little excited, but also a little confused, so she had no choice but to follow Deng Yi's guidance.
“There,” Zhou Ji’an said cryptically.
"Where is that?" Deng Yi pressed her.
Zhou Ji'an couldn't bring himself to say it, so he simply closed his eyes and refused to look at him.
"Up or down?"
Are my hands cold or warm?
Her legs under the blanket involuntarily clamped together.
Deng Yi continued.
Did my lips and tongue help my hands?
"Did you put your hands and legs on me?"
Zhou Ji'an's imagination was stirred, his limbs went weak, his phone fell to the side of his pillow, and Deng Yi's question turned into a statement.
"There is a large mirror in the gym on the second floor. When we stand in front of the mirror, our bodies fit together perfectly, and even our breathing rhythm is in sync."
"The mirror is cool, but your hands, cheeks, and chest that are pressed against it are hot."
Zhou Ji'an hung up the video call before he could wait for the moment when he was filled with unbearable confusion.
She couldn't bear the torment of this thought; she feared she would immediately buy a plane ticket and rush to the hotel where Deng Yi was.
Back then, Zhou Ji'an watched several classic European and American romantic movies with Deng Yi, and he couldn't forget the scenes of the male and female protagonists kissing.
She was curious, but she couldn't imagine kissing anyone other than Deng Yi.
But Wei Jinglin said that Deng Yi didn't think much of her.
Therefore, she dared not act rashly.
The second year of university didn't have many courses, so Zhou Ji'an had time to go to Deng Yi's studio almost every day.
She often stole glances at Deng Yi, even when they were alone together.
If Deng Yi had customers, she would boldly look, thinking that Deng Yi wouldn't notice anyway.
In movies, when the male lead kisses the female lead, he cups her face in his hands, and she tilts her face up high.
Zhou Ji'an thought that if Deng Yi kissed her, she would have to stand on her tiptoes high, otherwise she would look like she was performing a sword swallowing act.
In fact, Deng Yi could put one arm around her waist and the other hand on the back of her neck, so that she could support herself on her toes, and her face would be much closer to Deng Yi's face.
They can also kiss while sitting. Deng Yi will pull her onto his lap, or she will kneel on either side of his legs. In this way, the height difference between them will not affect the efficiency and beauty of the kiss.
Kissing should be aesthetically pleasing; that's how movies are made.
As for the efficiency of kissing, Zhou Ji'an had his own imagination.
She believes that kissing involves the muscles of multiple parts of the face, lips, and tongue, and that a high-efficiency kiss means that both parties are very engaged and willing to feel each other.
Zhou Ji'an's imagination became increasingly concrete.
One day, she stared at Deng Yi's lips in a daze.
Deng Yi has a beautiful lip shape; her lips are neither too thin nor too thick, and they are rosy and full.
Zhou Ji'an thought Deng Yi's lips would taste very good.
Lost in his reverie, Zhou Ji'an's body began to move.
She leaned over and leaned closer to Deng Yi, who was holding his phone and replying to messages.
Deng Yi dodged it.
He turned to him and asked, "Did you doze off?"
No one could tell from Zhou Ji'an's movements that she was dozing off. Deng Yi's words were only meant to ease the awkwardness and remind her not to cross the line.
Zhou Ji'an clutched the linen sofa fabric in both hands, feeling both disappointed and relieved.
Disappointingly, Deng Yi seemed to be rejecting her, and she inadvertently glimpsed his reply to Yu Xi's message. Zhou Ji'an and Deng Yi were actually quite close, but Deng Yi's avoidance meant that he didn't want to have a further relationship with her.
Fortunately, she didn't kiss Deng Yi. If she had, and Deng Yi didn't want her to kiss him, she might never be able to come to Deng Yi's studio again.
As Zhou Ji'an's breathing gradually returned to normal, she grasped at a sliver of her regained rationality and said, "I need to ask for leave tomorrow to participate in the cycling club's activity."
The next day was Saturday. The cycling club did have an event, which had been scheduled two weeks in advance. Zhou Ji'an had mentioned it to Deng Yi before, but she made it clear at the time that she would not participate.
An unexpected look of displeasure appeared on Deng Yi's face.
His displeasure was understandable, given that she had almost forcibly kissed him.
“You said you weren’t going to participate, so I took on an outdoor shoot and need your help.”
Feeling guilty, Zhou Ji'an immediately said, "Is that so? Then I won't participate in the cycling club's activities."
Deng Yi responded with a faint "Mm".
After that, Zhou Ji'an felt awkward around Deng Yi and always tried to avoid him.
She was afraid that she would lose control again in front of Deng Yi's handsome face, and even more afraid that she would see disgust for her on Deng Yi's handsome face.
In the evening, Zhou Ji'an, who had been feeling anxious and worried all day, finally breathed a sigh of relief, slung his schoolbag over his shoulder, and prepared to go back to school.
"I'm leaving." Zhou Ji'an said goodbye to Deng Yi, clutching the flat bag strap.
Deng Yi, who saw her to the door, handed her a bag. "There are lots of snacks inside. Eat them when you go cycling tomorrow."
Zhou Ji'an accepted it blankly, and then thanked him blankly.
He seemed to want to avoid seeing her.
The cycling club's activities were organized by Wei Jinglin.
Despite being a former president of the cycling club and a third-year student with heavy coursework, Wei Jinglin never missed a single cycling club activity and even organized and carried out the club's activities.
Zhou Ji'an felt that he seemed to enjoy being surrounded by people.
After arriving at a square, Wei Jinglin used a megaphone to tell everyone to take a break.
A group of people sat on the ground in a circle, and food appeared in the middle one after another.
Zhou Ji'an poured out the snacks Deng Yi had given her and pushed them to the left and right.
"Wow, Zhou Ji'an, you're really generous! You brought all imported snacks." Wei Jinglin, who was sitting cross-legged on the left and three people away from Zhou Ji'an, suddenly exclaimed loudly.
There was a classmate of Zhou Ji'an in the cycling club, sitting directly opposite Zhou Ji'an.
Zhou Ji'an felt extremely uneasy as she watched her classmate scrutinize the brands of the snacks she had brought.
That classmate knew that she had applied for a scholarship in her freshman year.
Zhou Ji'an had no choice but to confess: "It was a gift from someone else, I didn't buy it."
Xu Zhiyan, who was to her left, asked, "Who sent it?"
Lu Jiani, who was to her right, said, "It seems like they're all the kinds of food you like to eat."
Zhou Ji'an never told anyone about her part-time job at Deng Yi's studio.
She felt she was doing something that might not yield results, so she needed to work quietly to avoid making a big fuss only to end up empty-handed and ridiculed.
“A friend gave it to me.” Zhou Ji’an said, then, finding it hard to believe, added, “That friend said it was a gift from his friend, and he couldn’t finish it, so he gave it to me.”
Deng Yi's studio has no shortage of snacks, and in fact, it has a wide variety of snacks from different countries.
Zhou Ji'an enjoyed a lot of good food with Deng Yi.
But she didn't actually have any particular favorite foods, so she was skeptical of Lu Jianni's words.
Wei Jinglin scoffed and said, "You only give me things that others don't want, and you actually accept them? You really have no self-respect at all."
Zhou Ji'an discovered that Wei Jinglin enjoyed humiliating her, as if he could derive some kind of pleasure from it.
“I just have no self-respect. You have a strong sense of self-respect, so why don’t you treat everyone to hot pot after you finish riding?” Zhou Ji’an’s self-respect had long been trampled into nothingness by many people. She bit the tender flesh inside her lip, turned her head and smiled at Wei Jinglin.
"Alright, alright, senior, you have a strong sense of self-respect, you shouldn't refuse, right?" Lu Jianni squeezed Zhou Ji'an's uneasy right hand and loudly cheered, lifting Wei Jinglin up.
Although Wei Jinglin was usually generous, he was also cunning and sharp-tongued, and had not made many true friends.
When Lu Jianni shouted, the other members also shouted, and Wei Jinglin was forced to agree to treat everyone.
That evening, at the hot pot restaurant, Wei Jinglin acted as the center of attention, taking photos with everyone and even having the staff take a group photo.
Before everyone had left, he posted an update: "Let's treat our seniors to one last bit of fun before graduation."
He was afraid others wouldn't know that he was the one who treated them.
The next day, the weekend, Zhou Ji'an got up early, had a simple breakfast at the cafeteria, and then returned to his dormitory to pack the things he needed for his part-time job at Deng Yi's studio, while waiting for Deng Yi's message.
She was afraid that Deng Yi would feel awkward around them, so he sent her a message telling her not to go anymore.
The whole morning passed by while waiting.
Zhou Ji'an had not received any message from Deng Yi, and did not have the courage to ask Deng Yi. Driven by his unwillingness, he packed his bag and went straight to Deng Yi's studio.
Based on her understanding of Deng Yi, even if Deng Yi didn't welcome her, he wouldn't directly kick her out.
I thought you weren't coming.
Zhou Ji'an stood panting at the studio door. Deng Yi, who turned around upon hearing the sound, looked at her with displeasure.
“How could I not come?” Zhou Ji’an happily denied.
She thought he didn't want her to come.
Deng Yi dried his wet hair, the anger on his face fading, and said, "There are frozen marshmallows in the refrigerator. Eat them before you get ready for work."
Can marshmallows be frozen and eaten?
Zhou Ji'an put down his schoolbag, ran to the tea room, grabbed two frozen marshmallows, returned to the reception room, handed him a white one, and asked, "Do you want some?"
Deng Yi: "I don't eat it, I froze it especially for you."
He had a blue towel hanging around his neck, and his whole body looked watery, with very red lips.
Zhou Ji'an, biting into the crisp pink cotton candy, started to daydream again.
She quickly looked away, glancing around.
There is a basketball next to the equipment and toolbox.
Zhou Ji'an asked, "Did you play basketball?"
There is a basketball court near the studio, but Zhou Ji'an has never seen Deng Yi play basketball.
So she should have asked, "Do you want to take basketball-themed photos?"
Fortunately, Deng Yi answered her question quickly, completely distracting her and stopping her from having infatuated with him.
Deng Yi pulled the towel from his hand, held it in his hand, and walked closer to her. "I played a match with Wei Jinglin."
Deng Yi wiped the sweat from Zhou Ji'an's forehead with a towel. Her heart skipped a beat, then skipped another. The scent of strawberries enveloped her, and her voice became sweet and cloying, "How can two people play a basketball game?"
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