HEIFEIGU -Chapter 137

After this lunch, Qian Shuyun was like he had been injected with energy.

He had boundless vigor.

He wanted to shoot continuously for a week and wrap filming immediately.

When reenacting the meeting scene, he no longer felt melancholic or sentimental.

He acted extremely professionally.

As long as he and Xie Jixing performed normally, the scene would be perfect.

After the midday drama, Qian Shuyun was like a donkey with a carrot dangling before him—fully motivated.

Xie Jixing thrived when paired with such energy.

Once Qian Shuyun got into character, Xie Jixing followed even deeper.

The emotional shifts were natural and sincere, almost perfect in one take each time.

Scenes involving ghosts required extensive post-production, applying special effects to Fan Qingshan’s spirit.

So even with multi-camera filming, scenes had to be repeated multiple times.

Qian Shuyun’s performance was like copy-and-paste; watching playback showed no differences.

After about ten more days, the crew completed nearly four months of continuous filming and finally wrapped.

Qian Shuyun’s crew didn’t do the usual drinking culture; the wrap party was held at a high-end buffet.

Those who wanted to drink could; no one forced anyone else.

The restaurant offered a wide variety of cocktails, visually appealing and delicious.

They were sweet and fruity, with a hint of alcohol—perfect for Xie Jixing, the light-drinking foodie.

He went back and forth several times with Meng Zezhou.

By the time Qian Shuyun and Jiang Yueli finished the major rounds of socializing, the two juniors were already drunk cats.

The table had a dozen empty stemmed glasses.

Meng Zezhou tearfully recounted to Xie Jixing the hardships he had faced filming a scene in the woods.

He even grabbed a thigh, claiming that with Xie Jixing protecting him on Nanxia Bay Island, he had suffered nothing.

Just as he planned to cry into his adoptive father’s chest, Qian Shuyun grabbed the back of his neck and tossed him to Qi Zhen.

Compared to him, Xie Jixing was much calmer.

He was dazed, squinting and smiling foolishly.

Jiang Yueli wondered, “Last time he drank 20 bottles and was fine, but these few drinks made him drunk?”

Well, this time there was no supernatural intervention.

Qian Shuyun groaned and helped the drunken cat up. “I’m leaving first; continue if you want.”

Mixed drinks hit hard; Xie Jixing had stayed quiet in the car, but at home, with the heater on, he completely let loose.

“Hot!” he yelled, tossing clothes and shoes everywhere.

When removing his hoodie, he got stuck because of the movement; his head and shoulders were trapped.

The hem of his inner T-shirt stuck to the hoodie due to static, twisting his narrow, supple waist as it struggled to free itself.

He wore a maroon hoodie today, festive and youthful; under the light, his fair waist stood out against the rich maroon.

Qian Shuyun hadn’t drunk much, but even a little made him restless.

Today there was a wrap interview, and as the director, he wore formal clothes.

Now his suit jacket was tossed on Xie Jixing’s down coat; Qian Shuyun loosened the tie and was about to pull it off when he heard muffled cries for help.

“Qian Shuyun… help… stuck…”

The hoodie trapped the slightly drunk cat; he was suffocating.

He reached out, hands first touching that slim waist.

Seeing he could almost fully wrap his hands around it, Qian Shuyun’s gaze darkened.

Though the skin was roughly the same temperature as the room, Xie Jixing still felt hot.

So hot he shivered slightly.

Luckily, those hands moved upward and helped pull off the hated hoodie.

After being trapped so long, Xie Jixing took deep breaths once freed; a little moisture clung to his lashes, vision hazy.

Drunk, he felt Qian Shuyun glowing before him.

Qian Shuyun was still dressed as Fan Qingshan from the drama.

A fitted white shirt, dark gray wool vest, and gold-rimmed glasses—upright and restrained.

But the loose tie hanging around his neck, messy hair falling forward, and deepening gaze gave off an undeniable air of desire.

Standing in the halo of light, he made people want to mess him up even more.

Xie Jixing staggered over and reached out, trying to take off Qian Shuyun’s glasses.

“No glasses,” he muttered stubbornly. “I like your eyes. They’re gray. So pretty.”

But his focus was off, and he had no strength in his hands. After tugging once, he still failed to take them off. The glasses remained crooked on Qian Shuyun’s face.

Qian Shuyun picked him up in one motion and set him down on the sofa. Looking down at him, he removed the unlucky glasses and casually tossed them aside. They landed neatly on a maroon hoodie.

He leaned down, his gray eyes locking tightly onto the person beneath him.

“You like them?”

“I like them.” Xie Jixing was always honest when he was drunk.

“Do you like my eyes, or do you like me?”

By now, Qian Shuyun knew very well what kind of voice and tone Xie Jixing liked most.

He deliberately asked close to his ear.

The question was strange. With his brain turned into mush, Xie Jixing couldn’t think it through at all.

There was only one thing in his mind: Why hadn’t Qian Shuyun kissed him yet?

If it were before, he definitely would have already.

“Do you like my eyes, or do you like me?” Xie Jixing repeated sluggishly. He tried hard to open his eyes wide and look up at him, answering stubbornly, “Can’t I like both?”

Since Qian Shuyun wasn’t kissing him, he’d do it himself.

His slightly pink fingers hooked around the loose knot of Qian Shuyun’s tie and pulled down.

Qian Shuyun froze for only a moment before following that kitten-like tug and leaning down.

Xie Jixing’s lips and tongue carried a sweet scent of alcohol, making people want to sink into it completely and never leave.

The room was warm, and their body temperatures kept rising, piling together until it made one dizzy.

After kissing for a while, Xie Jixing impatiently pushed Qian Shuyun away.

He was wearing fleece-lined sweatpants today. It was really too hot.

He wanted to take them off.

But when he reached his waistband, he couldn’t untie the drawstring.

The kiss had left his head even emptier.

“Get up, don’t press on me,” Xie Jixing said, pushing him away.

Then he accidentally pulled the knot into a dead knot.

He kicked his legs downward. His clothes quickly became messy, and faint finger marks remained on the waist that Qian Shuyun had gripped tightly earlier.

“Can’t undo it!” Xie Jixing gave up in frustration and lay back on the sofa, bossily ordering, “You do it for me.”

Qian Shuyun’s gaze darkened dangerously. He simply yanked off his tie and took off his vest.

After unbuttoning his collar and pulling his shirt out of his pants, he finally felt a little better.

“What do you want me to do?” he asked, showing no intention of moving.

He just knelt there, watching Xie Jixing helplessly twist and sulk on the sofa.

“This!” Xie Jixing tugged the drawstring outward.

He meant to show the knot, but in doing so, he revealed a beautiful stretch of his lower abdomen.

No matter which world he was in, Xie Jixing had a lean, lightly muscled body.

Even though he ran around and fought all the time, it never really helped him build bulky muscles.

He had low body fat. His abs weren’t very pronounced, but the lines were smooth, and his round belly button was especially cute, making people want to kiss it.

Thinking so, Qian Shuyun did exactly that.

His lips were still moist from the earlier kiss, slightly slippery and hot.

Xie Jixing’s whole body shrank back, his waist twisting even harder.

Uncomfortable. Restless. Even hotter.

But his legs were pinned down, so he couldn’t move. He could only reach out and push at Qian Shuyun’s head.

When those lips touched that soft, springy spot near his navel, he couldn’t help grabbing Qian Shuyun’s hair.

His hairstyle was completely messed up. Over the past six months, for his role as Fan Qingshan, Qian Shuyun had grown his hair longer.

Loose strands fell down, covering his eyes filled with desire.

So much so that Xie Jixing, unaware of the danger, was still pleading, “Hurry… do it.”

“Are you sure?” Qian Shuyun straightened up and reached out. “Xingxing, you’ll have to bear the consequences yourself.”

The knot was undone neatly, and the fleece sweatpants that had nearly roasted Xie Jixing were finally pulled off.

Qian Shuyun stood up from the sofa and stared at his legs.

He had seen them before, on Nanxia Bay Island.

Back then, Xie Jixing wore traditional Xia Nü clothing. His legs were hidden in sheer lantern pants, half-visible, and Qian Shuyun thought they were beautiful.

Seeing them now, completely unobstructed, was even more overwhelming.

He really must have been overheated. A thin layer of sweat covered Xie Jixing’s legs, giving his originally pale skin a glossy sheen.

His leg lines were strong and beautiful, yet his knees were round and faintly pink.

Xie Jixing was just over twenty. The earlier kissing had stirred him up.

Now he shyly tugged at the hem of his T-shirt, trying to cover himself.

The shirt was long enough, but the half-covered, half-exposed look only made Qian Shuyun more fired up.

He reached out, scooped up Xie Jixing’s knees and waist, and lifted him.

“Xingxing, hold onto me.”

When people lose their balance, they instinctively look for support.

After panicking briefly, Xie Jixing wrapped his arms around Qian Shuyun’s neck.

He wasn’t light, but Qian Shuyun carried him effortlessly.

Xie Jixing’s bedroom was on the second floor. Qian Shuyun carried him up step by step.

It didn’t take long, but countless thoughts flashed through Xie Jixing’s mind.

Were they going to finish what they hadn’t last time?

What if he didn’t know how?

Did Qian Shuyun know?

But Meng Zezhou said Qian Shuyun had never dated either.

And…

Would it hurt?

“Can I stay here tonight?” Qian Shuyun’s voice pulled him back.

Xie Jixing realized that while he was thinking nonsense, he had already been placed on the big bed.

A shadow fell over him, drawing closer.

He unconsciously retreated a little.

He told himself he couldn’t chicken out now that he’d agreed.

His Adam’s apple rolled lightly.

His voice trembled faintly.

“Yes… you can.”