The bathroom light, shrouded in mist, appeared particularly soft. Song Xici wasn't sure if it was the effect of the alcohol or sothing else, but the world before her eyes seed hazy, like a dream.
With her hands clinging to Tang You'an's body, Song Xici inhaled her scent, her throat moving as she swallowed.
In the swirling mist, Tang You'an's clothes were half-wet, hanging loosely on her body, almost falling off. This partially concealed state made her body lines appear even more graceful and beautiful.
Song Xici's gaze moved slowly from her lips to her fair collarbone, then back to her face. Her thoughts began to wander: "I want..."
Hearing this, Tang You'an held her tighter: "Where do you want it?"
Song Xici looked at her, her brow furrowing slightly as she parted her lips: "Just... give it to ..."
"Alright..." Tang You'an leaned down slightly, her forehead almost touching Song Xici's, barely making contact.
Then, Tang You'an's hand moved downward as she tilted her head to kiss Song Xici's soft lips, stifling the small sound Song Xici was about to make.
A mont later, Song Xici couldn't help but tighten her grip on Tang You'an's shoulders, unconsciously biting Tang You'an's neck... Finally, her body gradually began to tense up, her consciousness becoming hazy and distant.
"You'an..." Song Xici caressed her neck, her expression seemingly tinged with pain.
"Hmm? Want
to stop?" Tang You'an kissed her.
"No," Song Xici weakly shook her head, "Don't stop..."
Then, Song Xici eagerly kissed Tang You'an's lips again.
However, as they kissed, Song Xici's body trembled more violently, and she could no longer continue kissing her. She was forced to break away from Tang You'an's lips, opening her mouth to let out a sound.
Gradually, after a wave of intense pleasure swept through her body, Song Xici's mind went blank. She truly could barely stand now, but fortunately, Tang You'an's arms were still wrapped around her body...
At around eleven o'clock that night, after they both lay down in bed, Tang You'an embraced Song Xici again, stroking her hair and placing a kiss on her smooth forehead.
"Sobered up?" Tang You'an asked.
"I sobered up long ago..." Song Xici glanced up at her, mumbling. She was just feeling a bit weak, that's all.
"So, how did it feel just now?" Tang You'an inquired.
Hearing this, Song Xici looked at her, then couldn't help but cover her face with her hands.
"Still shy?" Tang You'an couldn't help but laugh at her reaction. After all, it was Song Xici who had seduced her first.
"Of course I'm shy!" Song Xici suddenly dropped her hands, her small face bright red, then quickly covered it again, "The lights were on and everything..."
"But what's the use of covering your face?" Tang You'an changed her position, propping her head up with her hand. "What I saw was clearly your body. And it was beautiful, top to bottom..."
"Stop it------" Song Xici quickly reached out to cover Tang You'an's mouth.
Tang You'an smiled silently, just looking at her gently.
Then, Song Xici stared at her, and as she kept looking, she lowered her hand and softly kissed Tang You'an's lips.
As they kissed, Song Xici suddenly rolled out from under the covers and straddled Tang You'an, breathing slightly heavily: "So... is it my turn now?"
"Hmm?" Tang You'an raised an eyebrow slightly.
"You know, that..." Song Xici looked at her fair neck, "To eat you."
Hearing this, Tang You'an laughed, then took her hand and looked at it, considering: "I want to as well, but today... it's definitely not possible."
"Why not?!" Song Xici exclaid, suddenly holding her hand up in the air. "Look, I've even removed my nail polish! And my nails are trimd and filed!"
Tang You'an couldn't help but laugh at her sudden gesture: "It really isn't possible."
"But why?! Are you made of iron?!" Song Xici grabbed a fistful of her hair.
"Made of iron?" Tang You'an blinked, then laughed, "How could that be? It's just that when I was showering earlier, I noticed that thing had arrived—the one that visits every month."
"...Oh?" Song Xici heard this and was stunned for a mont, then raised her hand to scratch her head, "Is... is that so..."
"Yes, it just started. There's nothing I can do about it," Tang You'an said helplessly.
So Song Xici, who had been like a little tiger just monts ago, suddenly turned as red as a tomato.
"Mm-hmm." Tang You'an nodded.
"Well... alright then..." Song Xici said, rolling off Tang You'an to lie down again.
"Then... when you're better, I'll play with you..." Song Xici fiddled with her fingers, glancing at Tang You'an.
"Play with ?" Tang You'an looked at her playfully.
"Oh, co on, you know what I an!" Song Xici frowned and pushed Tang You'an's shoulder.
"Sorry, I don't know," Tang You'an said deliberately.
"Fine, fine, you'll know when I make you beg
not to stop!" Song Xici finally exclaid, her eyes wide.
"I don't know if I'll beg you not to stop, but I do know that you will. It seems that saying is true after all, the more innocent they look..." Tang You'an turned her head to look at Song Xici.
"Shut up..." Song Xici's ears were practically steaming as she recalled the lewd scene from earlier.
"Alright, I'll stop teasing you," Tang You'an picked up a strand of her hair, smiling. "But you'd need to have the skills first."
"I, I definitely do have the skills! Don't underestimate !" Song Xici turned her head and glared at her.
"Okay, okay, you do, you do," Tang You'an laughed, then moved closer to her, holding the soft Song Xici in her arms. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "You sll so good."
Song Xici buried her head in Tang You'an's chest, smiling as she pressed her lips together, gradually tightening her grip on Tang You'an's clothes: "Tang You'an."
"Hmm?"
"I love you," Song Xici said.
Hearing this, Tang You'an also smiled: " too."
Coming here, her greatest gain was probably eting Song Xici, falling in love with Song Xici, and becoming Song Xici's lover. It felt like a dream co true... Although saying it like that might seem a bit inappropriate, it really did feel like a dream co true.
The next day, in Rongcheng.
Zhou Yi had been sowhat distracted from work lately. Chang Ye's image kept circling in her mind.
After a eting ended, she returned to her office. Hugging her arms, she stared at the computer screen for a while, then opened the Weibo page.
She had a private Weibo account that she rarely used, but it only followed one person—Chang Ye.
After the incident last ti, Chang Ye had gained a wave of new fans. During that period, her Weibo comnts were full of praise from netizens. However, as the heat of the event died down, it beca much quieter. Originally, a Weibo post would get several thousand comnts, but now it was just over a thousand.
These days, Chang Ye had gone with the crew to a rather distant location to film.
The latest Weibo post was from yesterday. It showed Chang Ye wearing a simple T-shirt and shorts, holding an ice cream cone and linking arms with soone as they stood in front of a beautiful building. Her hair was flying in the wind, and her smile was extrely bright.
Opening the full-size image, Zhou Yi reached out to touch the screen where Chang Ye's smiling eyes curved like crescent moons. She closed her eyes.
She couldn't help but think of the ti she had asked Chang Ye if she could give her a chance...
Perhaps seeing Chang Ye's expression change, and fearing rejection, she had ultimately changed her question to "Can you give
a chance for us to beco friends who can rely on each other again?"
So Chang Ye had smiled and nodded.
But the truth was... Once, they had been inseparable. Now, though Chang Ye said they could be friends, they were like "friends" who barely knew each other, maintaining a certain distance even when walking together.
Even linking arms with her had beco a luxury.
Opening her eyes, Zhou Yi looked at the date at the bottom of the computer screen and put her hand to her forehead.
May 19th. Which ant tomorrow was Chang Ye's birthday.
Hugging herself, Zhou Yi turned her head to look at the faint glow seeping through the venetian blinds beside her. She rembered how Chang Ye used to curl up on the sofa watching soap operas, her face lighting up with a doting smile when the female lead in a drama made a loving birthday al for her partner, exclaiming "So sweet, so sweet!"
So after so thought, Zhou Yi contacted Chang Ye's manager, delegated her work tasks, picked up her phone to book a flight ticket herself, and reserved a hotel suite with a kitchen. Then she stood up, grabbed her bag, and walked out.
After arriving in the city where Chang Ye was filming, Zhou Yi walked out of the airport, looked at everything before her, closed her eyes briefly, and felt the wind here. She was here...
After checking in, Zhou Yi rented a car and went to a supermarket, going back and forth browsing according to the recipes she had found online.
Before she knew it, her shopping cart was full. While queuing to check out, the girl in front of her was on the phone with soone, smiling sweetly.
"How's work going? When are you coming back? I've bought all the ingredients! All your favorites, hehe. Don't work too hard, okay? We have plenty of ti to build our future together. I don't need a lot of money, having you is enough..."
The fluffy charm on the girl's phone case swayed back and forth, looking particularly cute.
Zhou Yi tilted her head to look at her, reminded of herself and Chang Ye in the past. Inexplicably, a smile touched the corners of Zhou Yi's lips.
"Okay~ I'll wait for you. Bye-bye~" At this point, the girl finished her call, hung up with a sigh, and continued waiting to check out.
Zhou Yi's smile gradually faded.
Early the next morning, after Zhou Yi got up, she opened all the ingredients one by one, then placed her tablet on the counter and carefully followed the steps displayed on it.
The birthday cake on the tablet looked quite pretty, and the steps didn't seem too complicated. However, when she actually started making it, Zhou Yi found it incredibly difficult.
After countless failures, she finally succeeded. The cake wasn't big, it was quite small, but it looked proper. It was heart-shaped, decorated with a few roses piped with cream on top. Making a cake like this shouldn't be a problem, right?
By the ti she finished, it was already dark outside. So after contacting Chang Ye's manager and confirming she was still on set, Zhou Yi picked up the packaged cake and headed out.
Getting into the car, Zhou Yi glanced at the items placed on the passenger seat, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly. But at the sa ti, she felt a hint of nervousness in her heart.
At this mont, Chang Ye was waiting on set in an evening gown, ready to film.
This was a drama about the upper class, and she was playing the second female lead who was in love with the female lead's boyfriend. So she and the female lead were at odds, and today they were filming a scene where they verbally attacked and shoved each other after a ball.
Sitting next to Chang Ye was a fresh-faced young girl who had just entered the industry, nad Chen Kexian. She was only eighteen and still in school.
"I really can't stand Han Wu," Chen Kexian muttered. She was referring to the actress playing the female lead in this drama called "I Gave All My Tenderness to Her."
"Alright, don't say anymore," Chang Ye looked at her with a gentle smile.
"But it's true. She just got famous and she's so arrogant, like we're all beneath her. I bet she won't go far," Chen Kexian continued to grumble.
"There are many people on set and lots of gossip. Be careful what you say. Let's just focus on doing our best," Chang Ye pressed her hand on Chen Kexian's wrist.
"But I can't stand it. You're so nice, and she keeps bullying you. When will it end? Just because she's a bit more famous? She's not even that famous. It's always the slightly famous ones who put on airs. Real big stars would never act like this," Chen Kexian put down the hand she was resting her face on, turned to look at Chang Ye, and furrowed her brow.
"Have a piece of candy," Chang Ye sighed, then took a chocolate from her bag and handed it to Chen Kexian.
"Mm-hmm, thank you, sister!" Chen Kexian took the candy and imdiately beca all smiles again.
Chang Ye looked at her and smiled: "Xianxian, rember, if you want to avoid being bullied, there's only one best path—work hard and beco stronger than that person. Complaining is the least effective approach."
"Oh..." Chen Kexian listened, clutched the candy wrapper in her hand, and nodded.
Just then, as it was almost Chang Ye's turn and she had been waiting for so long that her makeup was starting to look a bit off, the makeup artist ca over to touch up her makeup.
"You're so beautiful," the makeup artist complinted after finishing the touch-up.
"Thank you," Chang Ye replied with a smile.
"Haha, honestly, I think you'd be more suitable for the lead role..." the makeup artist continued.
"You're joking. The director's judgnt is never wrong," Chang Ye's expression changed slightly. It was nice that the crew liked her, but saying such things wasn't appropriate.
"Really, we all think so privately. That other one just has more fa, otherwise she's really not as suitable as you. She's not as pretty as you, and her acting isn't as good either. Yesterday she had so many NGs it was painful to watch, and she even tried to shift the bla..." the makeup artist sighed.
Just then, a cough suddenly ca from behind them.
Chang Ye and the makeup artist both turned their heads.
They saw Han Wu walking over with a cup of coffee: "What are you chatting about? Can I join?"
The makeup artist was stunned for a mont, then hurriedly shook her head and smiled awkwardly: "Nothing... just talking about a new movie that ca out recently. It's quite good."
"Is that so? Well, carry on," Han Wu said, then turned and sauntered away, swaying her hips.
Chang Ye couldn't help but raise her hand to her forehead. Was rcury in retrograde or sothing?
Finally, the touch-up was complete, and Chang Ye stood with Han Wu beside a pool.
With the director's call of "Action!
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