Chapter 11 Part1 (1/2)
Oh my, how could Jia He even type a single word with that scene before her eyes? I think I would have fainted. LOL
Chapter 11.1 — An Uncontainable Arousing of the Heart (1)
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His movie premiere event was at seven thirty in the evening. Jia He had thought Yi Wenze would be going out for a work-related dinner, but contrary to her expectations, at five thirty, he still looked as if he was not heading out yet. Although she was surfing online, she still constantly snuck peeks at him, until he ended up spotting her little actions and then finally, clearing her throat, she said, ”If you don't go out now, you won't make it to dinner.”
He glanced at the time. ”Hungry?”
”Not yet.”
Am I a pig? Why are you always asking me whether I'm hungry? …
As she brought her head back down and carried on looking at her computer, she all of a sudden discovered that there were a lot of typos in her Word doc.u.ment. Oh no. She needed to start over yet again. Sure enough, when she was sitting beside him, her work efficiency was pathetic. Her face puckered in an exasperated frown. Yi Wenze took another look at her and with a smile told her that Qing had already ordered dinner and it would be delivered soon. Rather puzzled, Jia He asked, why was he not going out for the work dinner? He was surprised. ”You have plans?”
Of course not. She had come here to Tianjin completely unexpectedly; what plans could she have?
”You don't need to go for dinner with them?”
”No.” Standing, Yi wenze took out some clean garments from the closet. ”I'll have dinner with you and then go over there.”
And then, very openly and unperturbedly, he stepped into the bathroom.
Very distinct sounds of running water were heard before Jia He dazedly pulled her gaze back. Lowering her head once more, she began correcting typos. There were the click-clacks of the keyboard and the rus.h.i.+ng sounds of water, and gradually they all amalgamated together. Her eyes on the screen, she made several rounds of corrections, but still the character outline remained littered with typos. Her heart seemed to drip blood. This efficiency was basically at the level of a primary school student. In one day, she had not even been able to get three hundred words out…
It was not that her mind was filled with adult, x-rated play; this hotel honestly had too much ambiance. The bathroom's walls were floor-to-ceiling gla.s.s. Even though Yi Wenze had drawn the shower curtain closed, that shadow sashaying around inside genuinely was a great test on a person's willpower! She shook her head. Ah, just let it be. She would just make the best use of this—she would write a pa.s.sionate love scene.
There was still a love scene in her computer over which she had had writer's block for three days. There was no better time than now to write it, right?
Biting down on her lip, she shot a glance at the bathroom. Then, she swiftly started working.
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Δ Outside the hotel; scenery shot
Δ Inside the room. M, ill at ease, is reading a magazine.
Δ S quickly removes his jacket and takes out a s.h.i.+rt from the closet. He walks to the door of the bathroom, stops, and, with his hand on the door, looks at M.
S: (smiles) How about you shower first?
M: (nervous) I'm waiting for a phone call. You go ahead and shower first.
Δ S, smiling and not saying anything, walks into the bathroom.
Δ The sound of water is faint in the beginning and slowly gets louder. S's silhouette is vaguely discernible behind the shower curtain.
……
Thump, thump, thump. Someone was knocking on the door.
Jia He nearly flipped off the bed. Hastily tossing her laptop onto the bed, she tore to the door, took a deep breath, and asked, ”Who is it?”
”Screenwriter, it's me.” It was Qing's cheerful voice.
Jia He opened the door. ”Hurry and come on in.”
Qing, holding a large paper bag, in high, animated spirits, took one step in, but then the next moment her face turned bright red and she leapt back two steps in retreat. ”I just randomly bought this. Not sure if you like it or not.” Saying that, she flung out her arms and stuffed the bag over to Jia He. ”Eat it quick. It's still warm.”
Jia He wordlessly took the bag, a despairing feeling in her that even if she had a hundred mouths, she would not be able to explain this misunderstanding.
Because of her own principles, it was not as if she could tell Yi Wenze's a.s.sistant, ”Nothing happened. Don't read too much into this,” right? Awkwardly, she said thank you and was about to resign herself to this fate and shut the door when, behind her, someone was already instructing, ”Have the car wait downstairs at seven o'clock.”
Qing responded first with an ”Oh, okay” but then hurriedly added, ”It's still early, still early.” And then with that, she was gone, das.h.i.+ng off so quickly it was like she was a wisp of smoke.
To step out now—he sure had… good timing.
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As Jia He woodenly turned around, he was already taking the bag from her arms. Water dripped from the ends of the hair of this person in front of her and he had not gotten to fastening all the b.u.t.tons of his s.h.i.+rt, so it lay half open—he looked utterly like he was shooting a bathroom ad… And now with such an appearance, he, holding a paper bag, a very light smile touching his lips, was asking her, ”Do you want to take a shower?”
On one side was the bathroom, tendrils of white steam emanating from it; on the other was a floor-length mirror, which infinitely magnified the s.p.a.ce, and also his smile.
Jia He felt only that every drop of blood in her body was boiling and in next to no time would cook her through and through.
Tongue-tied for a long time, she finally managed to squeeze out some brief words. ”Eat first. It'll be a problem if you don't have enough time to get there.”
Flying by in front of her eyes was the love scene she had just written. Vivid pictures popped out, frame by frame, from her mind. Instantly, her face burned in a fierce shade of crimson, and even the tips of her fingers were beginning to grow hot. Jia He quickly snapped her gaze away. ”Do you want some water to drink?” After tossing out these words, she headed straight to the bar counter, squatted down, and opened the minibar, waiting for his reply.
Say something, say something. This is just too awkward.
She slid her fingers unthinkingly over all the cans and plastic bottles. So cold. Still, though, this was unable to suppress the embarra.s.sment of a moment ago. From the corner of her eye, she watched as he strolled over, bent at the waist, and propped one hand on the bar counter while the other reached into the minibar to grab some purified water. Such a posture was just right to enclose her against his chest. The water on his hair skimmed against the top of her ear. Instantly she stiffened.
Fortunately, he simply took out two bottles of water.
”Help me choose a set of clothes,” he requested. ”It's to wear tonight.”
Hearing these words, Jia He was a little dumbfounded. ”I don't really know how to choose men's clothing. I don't really have good taste.”
Yi Wenze straightened, then grabbed two drinking gla.s.ses. ”It's no problem. My clothes are all very simple colours, and at public events I just wear a dress s.h.i.+rt and suit. It will be really easy to choose.”
Jia He gave an ”oh” and watched as he began pouring the water and motioning to her to go to the closet to make her selection. Thus, she could only drag her feet over there to do this task that she was totally unversed in, like a duck being forced to climb up and sit on a perch. Actually, Yi Wenze's style of dress and taste in clothing were absolutely excellent, and over these years, simply from following his news stories and seeing candid shots of him, she was already thoroughly familiar with them. But to actually have her choose for him… She still felt apprehensive.
However, after opening the closet and seeing that row of black, white, and gray, she immediately calmed down.
With these types of colour combinations, she could not go wrong no matter what she picked.
”I remember at Tune of Yong'an's press conference, you were wearing this one?” she asked, holding up a garment.
It was impressed too deeply on her mind. This was what he had worn the very first time she saw him. In the future, she definitely needed to store it away carefully.
The couch was beside the window. By now the sky had already dimmed, and looking out at it from where she stood, it seemed like a clean stage curtain stippled near and far with glowing lights. A very small bottle of water was in his palm. As he offhandedly twisted open its cap, he gave a very light ”mm.”
The tinkling of pouring water became very clear. She turned back to the closet, flipping through his b.u.t.ton-up s.h.i.+rts one at a time.
There in fact were not many, but she still looked over them for a long time. ”How about you wear a more casual b.u.t.ton-up s.h.i.+rt. I like it when you wear white.”