My Darling (我的曼达林)

Untitled Part 29

LOL, Jian Bianlin is trying so hard, but when there's just no way, he gives in to "taking things as they come."

Chapter 7.5 — Your Eyes that Stir Me (5)

He did end up sleeping in the latter half of the night, but his hand was always unconsciously fiddling around on her, stroking here and caressing there. It was as if he now finally possessed the one thing that he had yearned for in his dreams and was unwilling to let go of it... Half-annoyed, half-amused with his touches, Chu Jian dug her elbow into him, nudging him away.

Feeling hot, she lifted away the quilt to try to catch some fresh air, but he leaned over and sprawled on top of her again—

This was repeated several times.

This night, Chu Jian was like a fish that had been lugged out of the water and thrown onto a chopping block. She had no more energy left to flop and kick and simply let him play around and move her about as he pleased. When dawn was fast approaching, he felt around for the lamp and, with a click, turned it on. The instant the light appeared, Chu Jian wanted to turn away from it, but a weight held her shoulder down and she could not move.

Jian Bianlin spoke. "Hold me."

His voice seemed as if it had been carried out on his breath, light, and also repressed. Chu Jian mumbled, "I'm honestly so sleepy I could die, Jian Bianlin." But she still reluctantly lifted her arm and sluggishly slipped it around his waist. She managed to keep this up for a few seconds before falling asleep again, and her arm slid limply back down.

Catching her hand in his, he once more set it behind his waist. As he brushed her sweat-dampened bangs to the side, he gazed at her, becoming more and more mesmerized by what he saw. It was Chu Jian.

He was not dreaming.

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She lay in a deep slumber all the way until the afternoon, when she was woken by her mobile phone's alarm.

Five o'clock on the dot—the alarm Jian Bianlin had set for her. The alarm had been labeled, "At an outdoor shoot."

Following his instructions, Chu Jian ambled her way over to the site of their outdoor shoot. The scenery was quite nice. The river was flowing rapidly. The weather was freezing, but his upper body and feet were ungarbed as he stood atop a boulder by the riverbank, his back toward where she was. Under the sunlight, Chu Jian could see the large, snaking vine—a vine that wound around a lotus flower—that the makeup artist had painted on his back.

When the staff and crew saw Chu Jian, they nodded to her in greeting.

Nothing was out of the ordinary, but Chu Jian still felt guiltily self-conscious.

Tong Fei saw Chu Jian shuffling over, and while raising her mobile phone, trying to find some reception, the first thing Tong Fei said was, "That guy's the main lead of the main leads. Take it easy when you're playing with him, eh. Xie Bin didn't sleep the entire night last night and kept messaging me on WeChat, asking whether you would put scratches on Jian Bianlin's back. He's got a few scenes these next days where he has to show his back."

"......"

"Wait a bit, wait a bit. Look, the cloud has floated away now. I'm going to send out an email first. This place is just too insane. A cloud just drifts by and then there's no reception." Tong Fei worked away hard for some time and then, after finally finishing off the work for a 20 million RMB contract, switched back to her BFF channel. "Take it easy, you know, take it easy. Hey, oh, wow, you're even wearing his ring now?"