ISWMQ – Chapter 135

Hearing Rong Guang be so direct and frank, Chu Feiliang was completely stunned.

Her movements came to an abrupt halt. Her throat felt a little dry as she subconsciously said, “You…”

Rong Guang looked down at her.

She knew what Chu Feiliang was thinking.

Although Chu Feiliang always had the upper hand verbally and was even quite bold with her actions, she always stopped just short, never making one feel the slightest bit uncomfortable or offended.

Even now, touching her leg was more of a spontaneous thought, a simple desire to touch, rather than a caress filled with intense provocation.

Rong Guang was no longer a child; she clearly understood the difference.

Chu Feiliang cherished her and didn’t want to impose even the slightest bit of unwillingness upon her.

Rong Guang’s eyelashes trembled, and she said softly, “Actually, you don’t have to think of me as so innocent. In the past… I also secretly studied on my own.”

As for how she had studied, there was no need for further explanation.

Rong Guang’s words vanished between their lips as they drew closer.

Although her movements were a bit clumsy and inexperienced, even somewhat haphazard, the general steps were… indeed correct.

Rong Guang knew to start with gentle pecking kisses, knew to linger intimately, and knew how to progress step by step, to dance with her.

When the kiss ended, Rong Guang pulled back with trembling eyelashes and quietly looked at Chu Feiliang.

Chu Feiliang gazed at her softly, the corners of her lips perpetually curved upwards, but she didn’t speak.

Rong Guang suddenly felt a little unsure of herself.

She asked tentatively, “That kiss just now… did you enjoy it, Sister?”

“What do you think?” Chu Feiliang licked her lips and said with a light laugh, “Who was it that told me frequent kissing is good for mental health? Have you forgotten?”

Rong Guang’s face flushed red.

She had actually just searched for that online and hadn’t dared to actually verify it with a doctor. After all, it was a rather difficult topic to bring up.

However, doctors did often say that people with depression experience a significant decrease in desire in a certain aspect…

Rong Guang studied Chu Feiliang’s face and said in a small voice, “Does that mean… um, you don’t really want to do this right now?”

She had spoken impulsively, forgetting about Chu Feiliang’s fluctuating condition.

Chu Feiliang narrowed her eyes, staring at Rong Guang with a subtly dangerous expression. “From what you’re saying, it sounds like you think I’m not up to it.”

“No…” Rong Guang scooted forward, her face red, and snuggled into Chu Feiliang’s embrace, pleading softly, “I was just worried.”

“It’s normal for you to have such worries.” Chu Feiliang stroked Rong Guang’s soft, smooth hair and lifted her chin, making her sit up a little straighter. Her lips brushed against Rong Guang’s as she whispered, “But whether I want to or not… won’t you find out in a little while?”

At first, Rong Guang’s mind could remain clear, thinking about how to cooperate, or that taking the lead wasn’t out of the question—but gradually, she felt her consciousness grow more and more muddled. From the tips of her toes to the strands of her hair, she seemed to be in a state of tingling numbness and limpness.

She couldn’t muster a single bit of strength.

“If you want to cry out, just cry out.” Chu Feiliang left a trail of kisses on the corner of her eye and the side of her neck, but they were light, without much force. “I want to hear that.”

Rong Guang finally turned her head, wrapped her arms around Chu Feiliang’s waist, and let out a few low, restrained sounds.

The next day, after Rong Guang opened her eyes, she stared blankly for a long time.

The sun rose outside the window, dispelling the fog in her mind. Everything from last night finally came flooding back. Rong Guang was instantly wide awake and subconsciously glanced behind her.

Chu Feiliang was still asleep, but her whole body was buried behind her, shrinking further into the shadows as if she were afraid of the light.

Rong Guang’s gaze instinctively fell on the wardrobe mirror, which had been uncovered all night. A blush gradually spread across her face as she carefully turned over.

Then her whole body stiffened.

It wasn’t that it hurt much… but she felt that her body wasn’t in its most comfortable state. Her limbs were faintly sore and weak, as if they had been overexerted, and she constantly felt the urge to stretch—or to have Wang Lujie find a massage therapist who could make a house call and give her a massage from head to toe.

“Awake?” Chu Feiliang groggily sat up from behind her. Her eyes weren’t even open yet, but she had already wrapped her arms around Rong Guang’s waist and was nuzzling her head against her neck.

Rong Guang’s face instantly turned red, and she shifted to move back a little.

Chu Feiliang opened her eyes with a light laugh, teasing Rong Guang, “A whole night has passed, and you’re only now remembering to be shy?”

Rong Guang stammered, “Sister, you went too far.”

She never knew Chu Feiliang’s skills were so advanced.

Chu Feiliang had clearly told her that she herself had only watched a few films and roughly knew the process.

But…

Rong Guang bit her lip. Thinking about last night, she still felt a little embarrassed.

—Who would, in the middle of things, suddenly cry out that they were tired and make the other person do it themselves?

And not doing it wasn’t an option.

If she said no, Chu Feiliang would start moving again, never giving her any satisfaction, tormenting her to death.

In the end, Rong Guang was forced to the point of begging for mercy.

But Chu Feiliang still wasn’t satisfied and insisted that she look in the mirror…

Rong Guang’s breath hitched. She stumbled out of bed, hastily throwing out a, “I’m going to wash up!” before leaving the bedroom.

Chu Feiliang lay lazily on the bed, her gaze falling on Rong Guang’s bra at the foot of the bed.

She narrowed her eyes, thinking to herself that sleeping naked was truly a great habit.

Not only was it good for one’s own body, but it was also good for her body.

Heaven knew how much she loved it; she had played with it all night, unable to put it down.

Although the two had a bit of a fuss in the morning, it didn’t delay their work. They rushed and hurried to get to the film set.

After a night of rest and moving around in the morning, Rong Guang felt much better—but Chu Feiliang stuck close to her side, constantly trying to reach out a hand, either to touch her or pull her sleeve. When Rong Guang turned her head, Chu Feiliang would either plant a kiss on her or make a funny face at her.

She was as lively as a three-year-old child…

Rong Guang simply didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

Wang Lujie, watching from the side, was utterly amazed. “What on earth did you two do after you went back last night? Why does Xiao Chu look like she’s been possessed by a ghost?”

Rong Guang’s face flushed red, and she stammered, “We didn’t do anything. After we got back, we just… just slept.”

“Really slept?” Wang Lujie was full of suspicion.

Rong Guang opened her mouth to confirm, but just as the words were about to come out, she suddenly realized that the word “slept” sometimes had a meaning beyond just “went to sleep.”

She braced herself and, meeting Wang Lujie’s suspicious gaze, nodded heavily. “Slept!”

Wang Lujie was so taken aback by her two forceful words that she didn’t know what to say. She could only mutter, “Fine, you slept. Just don’t let it affect today’s work—Director Zhang has scheduled all the water scenes for noon these next few days. The temperature is a bit higher then, so you two won’t catch a cold as easily.”

Rong Guang nodded and said, “Got it.”

What a movie actually needed to film wasn’t just the content of those brief ninety to two hundred minutes on screen.

More or less, over several months, the accumulated footage and materials far exceeded the original expectations.

But what could be presented on screen was absolutely the most brilliant part.

The box office for art films had never been particularly strong, but most of them were aimed at winning awards. Zhang Nanchuan actually knew which path was easiest for winning awards, but when a person reaches a certain level, they always start to feel dissatisfied with the status quo and begin to seek breakthroughs.

Zhang Nanchuan was clearly such a person.

Dramas with tragedies, separations, and misunderstandings caused by twists of fate were more likely to be accepted by the audience. In particular, a serious drama with a less-than-perfect ending would resonate more with viewers, and the level of discussion would rise accordingly.

Such films had no trouble winning awards.

But The Lover was not one of them.

This film was meant to be a blockbuster, to break through the siege of competitors, to be the dark horse of the year.

Zhang Nanchuan wanted to shock everyone and personally took the helm. Big Dipper entrusted the film to Chu Feiliang to star in. All the prerequisites were in place, so on her end, there could absolutely be no mistakes.

Rong Guang sat on the set, watching the makeup artist who was still busy designing every outfit, even considering the color and texture of every inconspicuous accessory.

“Teacher Chu is here?” The makeup artist looked up and smiled at Chu Feiliang, saying, “We’re almost done here, still doing a makeup test.”

The promotional photos with the fixed makeup were not the final product. In fact, the hair and makeup effects would always change as the plot deepened.

When Rong Guang had previously filmed the scene where she picked up Chu Feiliang, she had mature and intellectual long hair that fell neatly behind her, which was very fitting for Duan Xi’s solitary, rigid, and lonely state at the time.

But the Duan Xi at home was not like that.

Her style was quite low-key, with a preference for light-colored loungewear. Her clothes were always soft and skin-friendly, always chosen for comfort.

Chu Feiliang glanced at the earring in the makeup artist’s hand, smiled, and plucked it away. She held it up to look at it and said, “With Duan Xi’s personality, she wears enough earrings in public. Let her relax on her days off—if she really needs some embellishment, a simple silver stud will do. The simpler, the better.”

The makeup artist paused, subconsciously glanced at Rong Guang’s tentatively set hairstyle, and then thoughtfully bent her head to rummage through the jewelry box again.

Rong Guang felt a little embarrassed seeing Chu Feiliang come over and said in a small voice, “Why are you here?”

“This is my dressing room too, you know,” Chu Feiliang said with a light laugh. Suddenly, her gaze shifted, and her smile turned a little wicked.

Rong Guang immediately had a bad feeling.

Sure enough, Chu Feiliang circled to her side, sat on her lap as if she were too frail to take care of herself, then buried her head in her shoulder. Deliberately pinching her voice, she said in an affectedly delicate tone, “I haven’t seen you for two whole hours. Kiss me, quickly.”

The makeup artist, who had just found two earrings with simple yet elegant patterns carved with orchids from the jewelry box: “…”

Rong Guang: “…”

In Yin Shuanghan’s character profile…

Was there such a trait?