Trajectory 2: entangled curves

He stood up to leave.

"and many more!"

Zhuge Qinuo suddenly grabbed Deng Qing and pulled him back to the sofa.

Then she also sat up cross-legged, looked at him with tired and swollen eyes, and asked with a malicious smile: "Do you still want to tell me why you are angry?"

Zhuge Qinuo was already drunk. She remembered Huang Cangran's words and didn't dare to drink too much, so she vaguely ordered him to leave. However, she always felt as if there was something else she hadn't done besides drinking.

She realized that it was because Deng Qing had not yet answered her question.

Deng Qing was a little helpless: "Oh, you still remember this? Actually, I'm not angry."

Zhuge Qinuo: "You said you were angry, so give me some advice so that I won't make the same mistake again next time."

"I'm really not angry. It's all over. You should have a good rest."

Deng Qing tried to comfort him kindly, but he realized that Zhuge Qinuo had become so drunk without him noticing.

"Do you really have unique tastes and like my type?" She pointed her finger at Deng Qing.

Deng Qing saw her drunken appearance and said: "I can like anyone but not an alcoholic like you!"

"Otherwise, with your wealth and status, why would you condescend to be my friend? You even took the time to ask me to come to the crew to accompany you. Is it really just to cultivate the feeling of filming with me? I'm not a girl who is easy to fool. Do you think I can't feel it?" Zhuge Qinuo didn't hear anything at all and just talked to himself.

"Ha, you're really not angry, because you're not angry, you're, jealous!" Alcohol made her bolder and she spoke completely according to her temper. This was something she wouldn't even dare to guess when she was sober, but now she blurted out word for word.

She looked at Deng Qing with drunken eyes.

Deng Qing was stunned by what she said.

Seeing that he didn't react, Zhuge Qinuo breathed a sigh of relief.

It’s good to talk a lot. I just feel the smell of alcohol is gone and I feel refreshed.

"Forget it, forget it. I'm already old enough to not ask questions about everything. It was just a joke. Good night."

She lay back on the sofa, closed her eyes and spoke slowly, looking so relaxed and comfortable.

Deng Qing, who was standing by, felt exposed because his thoughts were seen through. Her frankness was a real teasing to him.

He was having a hard time controlling himself. After a mental struggle, he grabbed Zhuge Qinuo's shoulders and pushed her down on the sofa. "Are you kidding?"

Yes, he is jealous.

His whole body was filled with three words - possessiveness.

"You seduced me!"

He decided to deal with this ignorant woman now, immediately, and immediately.

Even if she wanted to pursue something, he could bear the consequences and take the responsibility.

"Ouch, it hurts!" Zhuge Qinuo didn't seem to notice the ambiguous posture in which he was trapped.

He blamed Deng Qing and just rubbed his shoulders.

Compared to Deng Qing's lustful mind, she was so calm and fearless.

"Ha!" Deng Qing sighed helplessly, held her hand and relaxed a little.

He lay on top of her, wanting to see what she would do next. But Deng Qing stopped moving, and Zhuge Qinuo didn't react either.

"Slept? This woman really doesn't understand the point at all."

He previously thought that Huang Cangran's text messages were just a pretentious attempt to gain attention, but now he knew why he had such concerns.

The previous conversation hit his mind: "I am so sure, so assured."

Deng Qing sat up and looked at Zhuge Qinuo irritably, full of helplessness.

"Luckily, I am a real gentleman. If it were someone else, I don't know what would have happened by now."

Yes, he is a gentleman, and he would never take advantage of someone in distress.

He put away his impulse, squatted beside the sofa and patted her face: "Wake up, wake up, go to bed."

"What are you doing!" Zhuge Qinuo tried to brush away Deng Qing's hand that was patting her face with disgust, but Deng Qing dodged her soft and slow movement.

After a few rounds, when their skin touched, Zhuge Qinuo hooked his hand around Deng Qing's neck and said, "Deng Qing."

Her voice was soft.

But this action does not feel ambiguous, but rather like a brotherly embrace.

But this was enough to make Deng Qing's breathing quicken.

"This woman, does she not regard herself as a woman or me as a man? Doesn't she know what a man's biological impulse is? Or is she really just seducing me?"

"Hmm?" Deng Qing thought so and responded.

The distance was too close at this moment, so close that he could only see her slightly flickering eyelashes.

He simply moved closer, leaning forward and putting his ear close to her face, wanting to hear what she had to say.

After a while, Zhuge Qinuo finally spoke, his voice as soft as a mosquito: "Deng Qing, I know, I know everything."

"What do you know?" The voice was equally gentle, but there was a hint of nervousness in his heart.

Was she trying to speak the truth after drinking? She had just said that she saw through his feelings for her, and saw that he was really angry because he was jealous?

What else does she know?

Women are truly horrible creatures.

"I know you want to be friends with me because I am different from the people around you."

He doesn't play by the rules.

"Are you drunk?" Deng Qing began to doubt.

"I don't have the same pursuit as you do."

Zhuge Qinuo only focused on output.

"You are tired of the hypocrisy and pretense in your circle. You just act like this, pretending, smiling, and being handsome. You have almost forgotten what ordinary people look like!"

"You and I have the same feeling about wanting to be friends with you. I am curious, and so are you."

"Am I right?"

"I am just tired, but my mind is clear. Answer me and tell me if what I said is right or not."

She stared at him with her eyes as wide as she could.

Deng Qing seemed to have never thought about this question seriously. He just felt that such an ordinary person had a great attraction, which made him want to understand and get closer.

He didn't know how to respond and just stared at her in a daze.

She sighed, closed her eyes, and took a few deep breaths.

"Okay, now I'm really going to be drunk."

That's it? That's it!

While Deng Qing was waiting for her to say something, she fell asleep.

"Didn't you say you weren't drunk?"

Deng Qing complained. You really can't trust a drunkard's words.

Her breathing was even and her sleeping face was peaceful. This calmness also calmed Deng Qing down, giving him time to think carefully about what she had just said.

The sperm in Deng Qing's brain faded away, and was replaced by a blow to the heart.

He sat on the ground, watching Zhuge Qinuo lost in his own thoughts.

Just as she said, after he became famous, he has been high and mighty, glamorous and shining, with spotlights on him wherever he goes.

Even when he is not on the set, not shooting a commercial, not having any announcements, or even at home, he has no real time for himself.

He was always being watched, expected, and hoped for. He seemed to have achieved something, possessed something, but it was as if he was no longer himself.

Zhuge Qinuo was right. He might really be attracted to her because she was really different from other people he came into contact with every day - actors, staff, and fans.

She didn't have the slightest aura of the entertainment industry, but when she got close to him, there was no sense of incongruity.

She is also his fan, but not fanatical or blind.

Speaking of filming, although she has not received any systematic training, she will not do anything deliberately for the camera. As an amateur, she does not feel out of place at all and blends in quite quickly.

She didn't have the desire that everyone around him, including himself, had.

She can film with him, but at the same time she can also have her own career and life, and pursue different things from what he imagined...

It was like they were from two different worlds, and he was the one living in illusion.

The two processes of "filming with her" and "getting rid of filming" made him feel the connection between reality and illusion.

In front of her, he doesn't need to care about fame or fortune, doesn't have a persona, and doesn't even need to be glamorous.

When she showed her face to him without makeup, didn't he also take off his disguise?

It’s not so much that I like her, but rather that I like the ease and comfort that I feel when I’m with her.

There is no need to be pretentious or hide things all the time, but you can be denied and understood at any time.

He could be himself without any masks, without having to worry that she would expose his true self to anyone.