27 : I want to kiss you too

 He was finally awake, but those ambiguous words made Yin Luo's cheeks burn. He froze, then instinctively asked, "...What?"

Lu Ran pointed at the tablet, finally clarifying, "Your neck is leaking fluid."

Yin Luo glanced at the photo, relieved, wanting to yell at him for not being more clear-headed next time, but then thought he was overthinking it. But the dream infuriated him, and he wanted to vent: "That was the director's arrangement. He said to do whatever effect he wanted."

"He said you should hug me, and you did that, didn't you?"

He said this deliberately to upset Lu Ran.

Lu Ran was a straight man and naturally disliked such intimacy between men. Yin Luo had felt it then; when the other touched his waist, his body stiffened, and his expression sour, probably indicating his reluctance.

Lu Ran, upon hearing this, paused for a moment, then coughed awkwardly, "Oh." His

ears were unusually red.

He was probably angry at him.

Yin Luo checked the system's bullying value, and sure enough, it had increased by ten points.

Actually, he didn't mean to bully Lu Ran this time, but the other party's strange words were clearly aimed at him. After Yin Luo finished his revenge and saw that he had finished looking at the photos, he got up and rubbed his eyes: "I'm so sleepy, I have to go back."

Duan Muze also got up.

"It's such a short distance, you don't need to see me off." Seeing him following behind Yin Luo like a mangy dog ​​that he couldn't be chased away, Lu Ran picked up his tablet, "I'll go back with Yin Yin, after all, we usually go back to the dormitory together."

He emphasized the words "Yin Yin" deliberately, as if showing off something.

Duan Muze stared coldly at Lu Ran without saying a word.

Yin Luo's sleepiness came again, completely unaware that the tension between the two men had begun to rise. He opened the door with half-closed eyes and went to the corridor.

He took out a card from his coat and opened the door. After a "beep" of the electronic sound, the door opened.

He thought Lu Ran had already left and was about to go inside to sleep when he felt a weight on his shoulder—

Lu Ran, an eighteen-year-old male college student, was still hot at night. He rested his chin on the boy's shoulder, and with just a couple of breaths, he could see the boy's reddened ears tremble.

"Are you two in that kind of relationship?"

His voice was low, and he paused for a moment before realizing that the "you two" he was referring to was him and Duan Muze. He asked hesitantly, "...What kind of relationship?"

Lu Ran pressed his chin heavily against the boy's shoulder. He could

feel the fragrance emanating from the boy's skin, completely different from those overpowering perfumes.

So he stopped hiding it and went straight to the point: "Are you two in a relationship?"

Although his favorability rating was over 80, Yin Luo still felt that he and Duan Muze weren't close enough, let alone dating: "No."

Lu Ran's expression improved a bit, but the mottled hickeys were right under his nose, there was no doubt about it, so it immediately turned from sunny to cloudy: "You two are friends with benefits?"

Yin Luo: "..." This

is getting more and more outrageous... He sniffed, trying to make his voice sound patient: "Lu Ran, I'm very sleepy and tired, I'm going to sleep."

Seeing that he didn't deny it, Lu Ran tacitly agreed. His bangs fell between his eyebrows, his usual cool guy look was completely gone, and now he looked more like a confused and lost puppy.

But he had no right to interfere in Yin Luo's interpersonal relationships.

Finally, he could only grit his teeth and say, "You have terrible taste."

Yin Luo: "?"

"You didn't even choose a decent fuck buddy. He's so old, doesn't look gentle, and isn't he an actor? The entertainment industry is so messy, how do you know if he's been with other people?"

"You should find someone younger, preferably someone who's never been in a relationship, clean."

Yin Luo was so sleepy he could barely keep his eyes open, only feeling a numb and itchy sensation in his neck. He wanted Lu Ran to finish quickly so he could go back to his room, so he replied perfunctorily, "Okay..."

Lu Ran fell silent.

He buried his face in Yin Luo's neck, the sweet scent wafting over him. After taking a deep breath, he said, "So you went to see him tonight to get it done?"

"He kissed your neck, didn't he? I saw it all, a whole patch."

"Did he also kiss your lips?"

Yin Luo was worn down and called him softly, "Lu Ran..."

In Lu Ran's eyes, this attitude was an admission. The cool guy who was always being fawned over finally got to experience the feeling of fawning over someone else.

But he couldn't do anything about it.

On one hand, he despised himself for clinging to someone like a simp, and on the other hand, he was tormented by jealousy.

Just seeing Yinluo with another man made him uncomfortable, let alone the fact that they had been intimate before.

What was Yinluo thinking?

Did he like the other person? Even if he didn't like him now, what if they couldn't live without each other after their bodies became connected? Would Yinluo become dependent on him? Would he be deceived?

Lu Ran's eyes were filled with darkness.

If only Yinluo could come to him.

His lips touched Yinluo's neck, and he mumbled, "I want to kiss you too..."

Yinluo trembled, thinking he was not thinking clearly, and urged, "I really want to sleep... Lu Ran."

Lu Ran rubbed against his neck for about two minutes before letting go.

As soon as Yinluo was released, he immediately went back to his room.

Too much had happened today; he was physically and mentally exhausted, and he fell asleep almost as soon as he hit the bed.

His thin shirt and shorts were rolled up, revealing his fair thighs.

Many finger marks were visible on them, some of which had even turned purple.

*

On the other side, Duan Muze came out of the bathroom, casually wrapped a towel around his lower body, and took something out of his clothes.

A handkerchief fell to the ground.

Duan Muze picked it up; the stains on the handkerchief had turned from light pink to brown.

He lowered his head and smelled it; it was filled with the scent of rose petals, intoxicating. The fragrance belonging to Yin Luo had mostly dissipated.

Although only a trace of the scent remained, Duan Muze still placed the handkerchief by his pillow before going to sleep.

* Yin Luo

had to film the next day, so he got up very early.

He had slept soundly the night before and was in relatively good spirits; Shen Qing was quite satisfied with the photos taken.

After the filming, Shen Qing called Yin Luo to the dressing room. Since he hadn't signed with an agency yet, he was given a personal contract.

Many artists in the entertainment industry without an agency sign this kind of contract when they take on roles; the terms and conditions are already very mature. But Shen Qing still reminded him to have a lawyer review it.

Yin Luo took the contract from Shen Qing; there were many clauses on it that he didn't understand, but he pretended to flip through it.

It was hot today, so the boy changed into a jacket that was actually thicker than yesterday's, with the zipper pulled all the way up, completely covering his neck.

Shen Qing's gaze swept over it.

Yin Luo, unaware that the other person was staring at him, was discussing with the system whether this was an unfair contract term when the other person suddenly spoke up: "You went to rehearse with Duan Muze last night?"

Yin Luo was taken aback before answering, "Yes..."

Shen Qing: "Which scene?"

Yin Luo didn't expect the other person to continue asking and was somewhat at a loss for words: "The one at the end, the one where we met."

"The one where we were pinned against the wall

?"

"..."

Did it have to be so explicit?

Yin Luo couldn't help but look at Shen Qing, but the other person's expression was normal, as if he were talking about something very ordinary. Perhaps for a director who was used to all kinds of large-scale scenes, this was nothing at all.

He thought he was overthinking it, so he just hummed in agreement.

Shen Qing didn't ask any more questions, pondered for a moment, and said to himself, "No wonder."

Yin Luo didn't know what he was referring to, and closed the contract: "I'll have a lawyer look at it, Director Shen, is there anything else?"

Shen Qing looked down to get his phone, and after a while, Yin Luo found that he had been added to the film's opening group chat.

Duan Muze was also in it.

After last night's physical contact, Duan Muze's favorability rating increased significantly, which made Yin Luo realize that even a cold and aloof male lead could fall for this.

He decided to seize the opportunity during the filming of this movie, perhaps even reaching 95.

Before filming, he needed to accumulate bullying points from Lu Ran and Shang Chengnin to exchange for allergy medication.

With everything arranged perfectly, Yin Luo felt he had nothing to fear.

After that, there was nothing else to do. The crew's bus would take them back to school in the afternoon, and the poster would be posted online in two days.

Yin Luo stuffed the contract and script into his suitcase and was about to leave the hotel to get on the bus when his phone rang several times.

Duan Muze: [Does anyone else know about the skin hunger disorder?]

Duan Muze: [Have you been to the hospital?]

Yin Luo: "..."

He couldn't bear to see that word now; seeing it reminded him of the image of him clinging to someone's waist, trying to kiss them.

It was extremely embarrassing.

He turned off the screen, put his phone in his pocket, picked up his suitcase, and prepared to leave. She was startled by the tall figure standing in the doorway as soon as she opened it.

What was Duan Muze doing standing here?

The man was dressed in all black, his back slightly hunched from leaning against the wall, but he didn't look颓废 (颓废 is a difficult word to translate directly, but it implies a sense of listlessness, decadence, or dejection). He crossed his arms and stared at Yin Luo's face: "Didn't you see the message?"

Yin Luo felt inexplicably guilty: "No..."

The boy's expression when lying was too obvious, so Duan Muze didn't call him out: "I sent you a message, asking about your skin—"

Yin Luo was so startled that he immediately put down his suitcase, rushed forward, and covered Duan Muze's mouth on tiptoe. His cheeks puffed up with anger, and his flustered appearance made his usually delicate and beautiful face look a little cute.

His pink earlobes looked like they wanted to be bitten.

"Stop talking! I saw it, I saw it!" Yin Luo said anxiously twice, "Nobody knows, I went to the hospital but they couldn't find the cause."

"You... don't ask anymore."

He looked like he had been bullied, his eyes reddening, and asked the man again to confirm: "Are you going to tell someone else?"

Duan Muze didn't speak, only staring intently at him with his dark eyes.

Yin Luo then felt an itch in his palm, as if he had touched something damp and soft. His scalp tingled, and he immediately released his grip, whispering, "Don't tell anyone."

"Don't worry," Duan Muze smiled, "Only I know."

In the original story, the male protagonist, despite his hardships and coldness, was an upright person. Yin Luo was reassured.

He felt a dampness in his palm and unconsciously clenched it.

Duan Muze leaned down to look at him, about to say something, when a door in the corridor opened.

Lu Ran came out, his initially relaxed expression immediately darkening upon seeing Duan Muze. Why was it him again?

"Yin Yin,"

he called affectionately, taking Yin Luo's suitcase and backpack, "The car's about to leave, let's go."

"Okay..." Yin Luo only had his phone left. Seeing Lu Ran had already walked several meters away, he immediately followed, not even having time to greet Duan Muze.

Lu Ran had been very quiet all day, not saying a word even after getting into the car.

After putting their luggage away, he casually picked a seat on the outside, put his hands in his pockets, and gave him a "I'm annoyed, leave me alone" look.

Yin Luo originally intended to sit in Lu Ran's seat inside, but since the other didn't seem inclined to offer his seat, he didn't dare to directly challenge him. So he tried to find an empty seat in the back.

Just as he took a step, Lu Ran stretched out a long leg and blocked his way: "Where are you going?"

Yin Luo: "..."

Fine, he didn't bother arguing: "Move aside, I'm going in."

Lu Ran moved his leg away with a sour expression.

Yin Luo had just sat down, and before he was even settled, he felt Lu Ran lean in and whisper in his ear: "Have you considered what I told you last night?" Yin

Luo: "?"

Lu Ran looked impatient and awkwardly looked away: "It's about changing my fuck buddies."

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