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27.

With my eyes vacant, I aimlessly circled the bathroom a few times. I roughly assessed the small equipment provided in the hotel, pulled out some disposable, well, cleaning supplies, and auxiliary lubrication products. After psyching myself up for about three minutes in front of the mirror, I got to work.

Even though I had accumulated a lot of theoretical knowledge, this was my first time actually putting it into practice...

Well, every beginning is difficult, right?

I turned on the hot water to mask the awkward sounds and, my entire body flushed like I had been rolled in hot water, I clumsily began to clean myself.

 

28.

As for why I no longer struggled with the idea of who should be on top or bottom...

29.

Let me bear the burden of this awkward situation; after all, awkwardness is my life's main theme, and this wouldn't add much to it. Besides, it's partly my fault for indirectly influencing his preferences... I can't help but feel guilty about those three cigarettes.

Moreover, I've heard it can be quite painful.

 

30.

Finally, I've thoroughly cleaned both inside and out, and now I am flawless and immaculate. With a leap, I submerged into the oversized whirlpool bath, slapping the water, my thoughts uncontrollably turning to what was about to happen.

In this private moment, I alternated between furrowing my brows and giggling, my mind shifting from driving a yellow sports car to a colossal robot, changing shape and making explosive transformations with the sound "kukukukiki."

Just when the robots were having their intense battle, Gu Yiliang knocked on the bathroom door and cleared his throat. "Um, there are candles here; should I light a few? Do you like them?"

My reaction: ?

My thoughts: ?!

 

31.

Starting off with such intensity?! Are we riding a roller coaster? He appears so proper and composed – who knew he had this side to him?! I just wanted to peacefully drive a car, not get involved in a roller coaster murder incident!

But if he likes it... My mind raced with hundreds of megabytes of explicit mental images. Shivering, I nodded, "Alright."

I hurriedly climbed out of the water and grabbed a bottle of lotion from the table. I recklessly applied it all over my body, attempting to create a barrier against the impending physical discomfort.

 

32.

Gu Yiliang sat on the bed in his bathrobe, engrossed in something I couldn't see. In my own bathrobe, layered beneath with a thick coat of lotion, I took three tentative steps out of the bathroom and shyly climbed onto the bed, positioning myself in a small corner.

The soft mattress sank slightly, and when I glanced towards him, he smiled and leaned over to give me a kiss. He then gestured towards the bedside table, saying, "I didn't order any particular scents. You can choose one you like."

I looked at the bedside table, puzzled.

 

33.

Candles, just say candles, why the economy of words? Will you die if you use a few more words when speaking? Do you need to be so frugal with your words? Haven't you learned your lesson from the sugar daddy incident? You're compensating my expectations, no, not expectations, but my timidity!

I stared at him with a fixed gaze, and he looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Why are you sitting so far away?"

All my grand plans about those roller coasters were in vain. I laughed nervously, shook my head, and moved closer to him. My eyes darted to the various— Different— Toys— In front of him.

I was baffled.

34.

OK, I'm afraid my life is going to be handed over here today.

35.

Maybe it was my terrified expression, but when I looked aghast, Gu Yiliang stared at me, then glanced at the things in front of him, and suddenly it dawned on him. He blinked at me with a revelation, "Don't worry, don't worry. I just saw these items in the vending machine in the room and was curious to try them out."

Is your curiosity really that strong? Looking at the quantity here, did you empty the vending machine?

Gu Yiliang playfully pressed against me, "Do you want to use them?"

I stammered, "No, no."

He continued, "The vending machine also has some little clothes."

"No, no," I replied.

He added, "There seem to be some medicines in the vending machine."

Again, I responded with a firm "No."

Then he observed, "You feel so smooth; it's quite sticky."

My voice quivered, "No—"

Me "..."

 

36.

I replied, "The body lotion provided by this hotel is quite good, it's from Shiseido. I accidentally squeezed out too much."

I continued, "I also applied too much by accident."

Me: "It's quite nice, very soft and smooth. Look, it's like a fish swimming in your lotus pond."

Me: “…”

 

37.

Maybe it's better if I just die of embarrassment, at least my dead state would be quite peaceful.

 

38.

Gu Yiliang raised an eyebrow, glanced back at the scented candle on the bedside table, and suddenly had a second realization, laughing to himself incessantly. Why is he so clever at a time like this?

I pushed him angrily, threw myself on the bed, picked a small toy, took it in my hand to study and play with it, and let him rub it all over my body while laughing, saying he was helping me spread the body lotion evenly.

Massage promotes absorption.

Indeed, taking a gradual approach is advisable, as it's unwise to simply brandish the firearm without proper preparation, isn't it?

His body temperature was slightly above the norm for most individuals, with his palm exuding a comforting warmth. It felt as though he was igniting a fire wherever his hand made contact, and he was circling it around my waist. As I turned to look at him, he leaned down and kissed me, and picked my lips with the tip of his tongue.

Just as I was about to make a move to reach out for him, he settled back and conducted a considerate massage, displaying the actions of a true gentleman.

39

What, I still can’t change my nature of running away after flirting! The little toy in my hand vibrated, like a flexible little life - I thought of a plan and moved my head to his crotch secretly.  

“Hey——” He smiled and pushed me.

I let out a soft laugh, retrieved a miniature trinket from beneath the bathrobe, and playfully greeted his personal area, causing him to release a subdued moan.

"See, it's definitely a worthwhile investment! I did warn you to flee after some teasing! Run! You better run again!"

He massaged me, and I I started playing, using a small toy to massage his little brother, up and down, left and right, sometimes against the root, sometimes against the stigma.

After having fun, he looked like a hero, spitting water tremblingly. I poked his little brother: "Don't you feel numb?" He pursed his lips, offering no response.

He extended his hand, gently touching my head, and shifted his hips forward slightly. I took a step back and exclaimed, "What's with this move, like trying to strike down the devil's head with a massive knife?" 

He burst into laughter, playfully squeezed my cheek, and remained silent. His eyes conveyed a heartfelt plea as he softly rested his hand on my head.

Alright. I leaned over and kissed his object, taking a breath of his manhood. 　　The hand behind my head tightened suddenly, and I raised my eyes to look at him. He looked at me with his head half lowered, his fingers gently combing my hair, and his eyes were lightly stained with desire.

  40


Indeed, his presence was incredibly infectious. When I confronted him in this manner, it felt like an unarmed level 1 villager encountering a level 99 master in legendary orange gear. I was utterly outmatched.

  41

Gu Yiliang was half-leaning on the bed, letting me caress his little brother with my lips and tongue In a dreamy and deliberate fashion, he repeatedly ran his fingers through my hair, as though he was meticulously grooming and smoothing it. 

As we continued, a sudden change in his aura caught my attention. I lifted my head and stole a glance at him, managing to capture a fleeting trace of melancholy he couldn't conceal in time.

No, why are you still troubled?

 

I couldn’t speak with the object in my mouth, so I gave him a puzzled look. He pursed his lips, as if hesitating, and finally asked in a low voice: "...Why are you so skilled?"

Me:?  

No, what kind of question is that? Could it be that my father taught me this in Hawaii? !

I spat out little Liang angrily, I raised myself up and sank my teeth into his shoulder. "What's going on in that mind of yours?"

We were both taken aback by my sudden bite—him, because he'd forgotten I was no longer a child in someone's care, and me, because I failed to explain it properly. After a moment of hesitation, I licked the bite marks on his shoulder and whispered, "...You're the first."

In the next instant, Gu Yiliang pushed me over, and a stick struck the base of my leg.

 

  42

Now, did this person have a virgin complex or something?

This is the 21st century! I avoided his kissing lips and I gave his back a discontented pat and playfully tugged on his hair. "Lao Gu, what's your response?" I asked, not quite content.

"You're not the first one to want to leave me, right?"

"Huh?" Gu Yiliang looked at me with confusion, paused for a moment, and then playfully bit my lip, asking, "...what's on your mind?"

Me: "I just feel... I can't concentrate on rehearsing. I wanted to ask you how..."

Him: "..."

Me: "Then why are you carrying me?"

He smiled softly, licked the spot above my lip where he had just bitten, and his voice was gentle and husky, "You licked my shoulder, and I couldn't resist."

 

  43

Me: (clenching my fists)

I lay down slowly and adjusted my posture.

  44
The air conditioner in the room was turned on very low, but Gu Yiliang's body temperature against my body was so hot that it burned my heart - I guess my own was not much better.

The bathrobe clung to my body, the scented candles were lit, and their warm aroma wafted through the air. The small toy lay idle on the side, still buzzing softly.

The heat surged through my body, slowly burning its way to my head, leaving me in a hazy daze.

Fingers moved through my body like the moon hidden in the pure white lotus-like clouds. The lubricating liquid was icy and sticky, and was gradually warmed by the body temperature, dripping wetly.

The room filled with quirky and useless decorations faded from my mind. The mattress was soft, the bedding silky, and Gu Yiliang's movements were a bit jerky. I lay on top of him, burying my face in his neck, and in silence, I savoured this entirely new experience for me.

  45

No matter how well-prepared I was mentally, there was still a bit of nervousness, but our natural instincts had their own way of taking over—

Hold it! You must resist the instinctive urge to sit up and bend your waist to avoid these fingers!

I gritted my teeth and persisted, letting my fingers bang around in random directions, and then I secretly raised my head and glanced at Gu Yiliang.

Me：？

  46

It's not that I'm shy about this, but why did he look even more embarrassed than me?

His face was so red it could almost be used to iron clothes, and he kept tilting his head to the side, not even looking at anything in particular.

Me: ? Is he trying to act all innocent and bashful?

Once I was distracted, the fingers circling inside my body didn't seem so disturbing. Curiosity got the better of me, and I sat up slightly, turning his face towards me. I reached out to touch his forehead and asked, "...What are you looking at? Your face is so red, are you running a fever?"

His gaze seemed to waver and dart around like a joystick, going down and left, right and left, but he just wouldn't look upwards. The blush on his ears was illuminated by the lamp, making them practically translucent.

He didn't answer. He pressed me down with his free hand , urging me to close my eyes and kiss him.

  

  47

Hey, I'm a little thirsty for knowledge——

I didn't bow my head to him, I put my hand behind my back, held his firm but fragile little brother and played with it for a while, ready to ask him some questions, but before I could say anything, his fingers stabbed something strange in my body.

The place.

A strange and subtle pleasure surged up along the spine from bottom to top, which caused me to instinctively grab Gu Yiliang for a brief moment, and it took me a while to react. Although I hesitated, Gu Yiliang responded swiftly. He promptly grasped the reason behind my actions, and his fingertips danced on the strings. It led to a shared experience filled with excitement.

My mind was a whirlwind of heat, making it difficult for me to respond. I had the desire to engage in certain actions, but I felt drowsy and disoriented for a moment, all the while mindful not to leave any marks on him; I couldn't suck the side of my neck, couldn't bite his Adam's apple, and could only put my forehead against his shoulders.

He lowered his eyes and bit my ear gently, and used his other hand to poke the small toy that was left aside: "...do you want to try it?"

"No, no, no..." It felt as if multiple tiny light bulbs were flickering in my mind. I refrained from asking him what had caught his attention earlier, and my hand on his waist began to explore once more. He pinched his proud little brother on his lower abdomen and said, "...use this."  

I hissed lowly.

48

As the sun dipped below the horizon and the autumn insects filled the air with their cacophony, Little Liang, who had been on my mind day and night, finally entered my—

Poof.

After so much time wasted, the connection was at last established.

 

49.

Pain, swelling, it started in my body, then surged to my head and finally reached my heart, making me feel like I was about to explode.

"No, it's fake! You're a fraud!"

"Relax, relax, breathe..."

Was he trying to deliver me into this world?!

With a red face and empty eyes, he held my waist and slowly pressed me down...

50.

I noticed that he could be a bit shy in his demeanor, but when it came to his actions, he didn't waste any time. He progressed step by step, starting with observing my reactions, but not long after, he turned his head to the side.

Me:? Wait, why is he suddenly avoiding looking at me?

I adjusted my posture slightly and asked, "Why are you turning your head?"

I groaned, and seeing the blush on his cheeks deepening inexplicably, it was as if he could launch a new shade of lipstick.

I followed his gaze, understanding in an instant. I narrowed my eyes and lightly grazed his earlobe with my teeth. "...Hmm... Is it that looking in the mirror is too stimulating for you?"

His movements beneath me didn't stop, and even his eyelashes quivered.

Me: !

 

51.

Fire is not to be played with. Starting a fire to burn down a mountain, I learned this lesson today.

 

52.

Gu Yiliang pursed his thin lips, not saying a word. He gave me a nonchalant glare and then, with determination, continued to press me down, as if he was deeply engrossed in his work.

This ride was incredibly bumpy, to the point where I felt like I was about to be jolted into pieces!

 

53.

Finally, this word used to portray me isn't about describing a cabinet door, and I'm quite relieved.

54.

Hot, spicy, and hot are all the feelings related to heat. Every part of it is tightly attached to each other and entangled. I stretched out my hand and pressed the back of Gu Yiliang's head and called his name.

He responded with a low voice and asked, "…Can't you call me something nicer?"

Hiss—ever since I met Lao Huang, I had grown quite distant from the word "Dad." I was afraid I might start blabbering uncontrollably once I uttered it.

"…What would you like to hear?" A tingling sensation coursed through my body, and I used my finger to trace down his back repeatedly. "…Liang Liang?…Gu Ge?…"

Me: "…Good Brother?"

 

55.

Alright, I understand the lesson about not starting fires to burn down mountains, but I still haven't learned to behave!

 

56.

How to enjoy a fireworks display without leaving the house? Simply call Gu Yiliang "Good Brother."

...Surprisingly, it's quite relaxing.

I remarked, "Spending money on this was worth it."

He raised an eyebrow in amusement, then cheekily mentioned the small outfits in the vending machine.

I couldn't understand where his persistence was coming from and asked, "You really want to wear these? You've worn various costumes in period dramas, Republican-era dramas, and modern ones. Those costumes are so much better."

Me: "You looked great in that military uniform before."

Me: "Yes... really great."

Him: "..."

Him: "I mean, it's not about me wearing..."

Me: "..."

Me: "..."

He touched his nose, saying, "...I didn't know you liked uniforms—"

Me: "Shut up."

 

57.

He quickly tidied up the battlefield, keeping his arm around me. Despite blushing, he was quite enthusiastically examining the odd assortment of decorations in the room.

No need to blush! Who are you trying to deceive with that act?

I reached out and held his chin, preventing him from looking at the nearby decorations, so he kissed me and asked, "Come again?".

"Come on, give it a rest! Your refractory period is way too short!"

I weakly waved my hand, playing the wise one, "Take it slow, take it slow."

He opened WeChat and glanced at it. He let out a sigh and, in a pitiful manner, blinked at me, "Lao Zhuo is okay now, he'll be back to work the day after tomorrow."

Me: "..."

Me: "...In that case, let's take a break and go again later."

He persistently poked my small waist and encouraged me in the style of Lin Chi-ling, "Yan Yan, stand up—"

Me: "..."

I used my knee to nudge him.

 

58.

It ended up happening again.

 

59.

After playing a lot of tricks in bed, we used the furnishings in the room in the spirit of exploration and discovery.

The experience itself wasn't anything particularly unique—just that I probably wouldn't be able to use the gym equipment without distractions in the near future.

"Distracted? Huh?"

I shook my head and held onto his neck, saying, "...I really like you."

 

60.

It wasn't until the fireworks crackled in the sky that we both collapsed on the bed, drained of energy. He turned to look at me, and with sincerity, he said he liked me too.

I caught my breath and weakly ran my hand through his slightly sweaty forehead hair. He leaned in and kissed me again.

Turns out, experiencing tenderness as they say is like this. I poked his cheek, saying, "...Aren't you supposed to light up a post-coital cigarette at a time like this?"

He smiled and held my fingertips, gently pinching them. "I quit."

Even though he wrote that in his diary, quitting smoking isn't that easy. I raised an eyebrow, looking at him skeptically. "...No addiction?"

"There's an addiction," he admitted. He lowered his head and softly inhaled a breath between my lips, then pretended to exhale smoke and said, "...but I've found a better substitute."

 

61.

Me: (Bowing) You're always the master at flirting, I surrender, utterly impressed.

 

62.

We cuddled and snuggled for a while, and then, after a moment of quiet, I was practically dragged to the bathroom by Gu Yiliang for a shower. I then lay in his arms, feeling refreshed, and reached for my phone.

Since confirming our relationship, these past few days of being together with Gu Yiliang made me pick up my phone only sparingly, let alone posting sugary updates. After all, my boyfriend was right there beside me, and who needs to publicly show affection when you can experience it privately? Plus, these days, not much had happened that was worth sharing.

Our interactions were quite ordinary – having meals together, him going over scripts while I practiced my acting, wearing headphones to listen to music and read separately, watching a movie together when we had free time, playing games, laughing and joking, turning off the lights and then secretly starting a little game of our own...

It's said that a beautiful woman is like a cloud in the sky, and I had finally brought that cloud into my arms. I felt exhilarated and in high spirits, as if I wanted to announce to the world – "There's a kind of pain in wanting to show affection but not daring to, and a desire to share sweetness that's buried in my heart!"

I unlocked my phone, opened the camera, and then closed it with a pout before locking the screen.

Gu Yiliang noticed my actions and lifted me up slightly, handing me his own phone. "If you want to take pictures, go ahead."

I snuggled into his neck dejectedly. "...Even if I take them, I can't share them. Keeping them on the phone is also risky. Never mind."

He chuckled, slid open the front camera directly, and started snapping pictures with me. I quickly covered my face. "No, no, no!"

He muffled his laughter and removed my hands, taking a picture of our intertwined fingers. In no time, he set it as the lock screen wallpaper.

That was alright; it wasn't too much. I calmed down a bit and looked at him.

He had opened Weibo –

 

63.

During these past few days, I refrained from posting any affectionate updates, but he was quite the opposite.

He posted selfies wearing my jacket – a basic one, and unless you were a seasoned shipper, no one could guess anything from it.

He even posted a picture of me reading a script at 10:30 at night, adding a description emphasizing my dedication and spreading some love and support.

And then, he retweeted a dual shot of us on set – it was from the production team's official account, so if he wanted to share it, that was perfectly understandable.

...In any case, he was quite expressive, but it all fell within the realm of plausible deniability.

 

64.

Not posting on Weibo is so uncomfortable!

I pushed his hand away in alarm and stared at him, "What are you trying to do?"

"Just scrolling through Weibo," he laughed and ruffled my hair, "What's there to be afraid of? I won't post anything."

That was a relief; I was afraid he might not be able to resist posting. I relaxed and wrapped myself in the blanket, kissed his shoulder, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He said, "I already posted a while ago."

Me: ?

Me: ?!

I nervously picked up my phone and opened Weibo.

65.

@Gu Yiliang Liam: Sharing a single - "Flowing Light Dance" (@NetEase Cloud Music) Doing happy things with a loved one, don't ask if it's fate or calamity.

[Breeze][Breeze]

[The post includes nine stills from "The Green Snake."]

 

66.

Me: (Bowing)

 

67.

I tugged at the collar of his bathrobe, pulling him down to kiss him repeatedly.

He gently stroked the back of my head, looking at me in confusion. "What's the matter?"

Me: "We're back to work the day after tomorrow."

Me: "We have a day off tomorrow."

Me: "So, how about one more time today?"

 

END

 

Translator : DarNan