Chapter 99

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It was already quite late when filming in the game hall concluded that day. According to their original schedule, Ding Wenxun intended to proceed filming Xia Xingcheng getting forced to walk on the streets in a dress with crowds of people standing around and watching. But as the surrounding stores were already closed and there were no pedestrians on the street, filming was postponed until tomorrow.

When Xia Xingcheng came out after changing his clothes and removing his lipstick, Ding Wenxun called him over to have a late-night dinner with Yang Youming.

This time, it was just the three of them. Ding Wenxun, who rarely saw Yang Youming, wanted to have a chat with him, so he only invited Xia Xingcheng alone because he knew that he and Yang Youming were familiar with each other.

They found a nearby restaurant that was opened till late, requested a private room, then sat down and ordered several drinks and dishes.

‘Accidental Murder’ was Ding Wenxun’s directorial debut film. He had put in a lot of effort, and his expectations were very high. He had long since been under great psychological pressure, so once he met an old friend, he’d inevitably drink a few more drinks and talk a few more words.

Xia Xingcheng listened to him chat with Yang Youming, sitting quietly beside him while picking at the boiled edamame beans on the table and peeling them one by one. After a day of filming, he was both exhausted and famished.

Yang Youming was a great listener. From time to time, Xia Xingcheng would cast a covert glance at his face. While Yang Youming always listened very earnestly, he could also give the most appropriate response, which made you feel that he attached great importance to what you say to him.

Xia Xingcheng ate ten or so beans, then put his hands on the table and lay his head on top of it, faced to the side. At first, he only wanted to lie down and rest, but soon he couldn’t help closing his eyes.

He didn’t actually fall asleep. His brain was still exceptionally excited; was the kind of excitement that let him withstand his exhaustion, and he felt like he was floating.

Yang Youming’s voice was low and deep. The expression on Yang Youming’s face as he grabbed Xia Xingcheng’s face to smear on the lipstick came to mind—it was a Yang Youming he’d never seen before. It was unlike Yu Haiyang, nor like Yang Youming. This novelty made Xia Xingcheng feel torn during filming. On one hand, he was immersed in his role and felt humiliated, yet at the same time, it brought about a sense of excitement and the illusion that Yang Youming was flirting with him, which made him tremble uncontrollably. He didn’t even know if he had tried to suppress that trembling in front of the camera.

In that small booth, Xia Xingcheng was indulging in flights of fancy when he heard Yang Youming say to Ding Wenxun, “Xingcheng’s asleep.”

Ding Wenxun said, “He’s exhausted, how about we let him go back and rest first?”

Xia Xingcheng wanted to lift his head and say that he wasn’t asleep, but then he heard a chair moving, and Yang Youming’s voice sounded from beside him, “Xingcheng, do you want to go back and sleep?”

He looked up at Yang Youming and said, “I’m not sleepy, I just want to rest here for a bit.”

Yang Youming chuckled. “Then rest.”

Xia Xingcheng laid back on the table without closing his eyes, watching as Yang Youming got up to take off his coat and drape it across his shoulders. He then felt Yang Youming stroking his hair.

Surrounded by warmth and a familiar smell, Xia Xingcheng felt sleepy all at once. He shut his eyes—his mind shortly grew hazy, and he fell asleep.

He didn’t know how long he slept, but it might not have been long before Yang Youming roused him and said that they were going back.

Xia Xingcheng stood up in a daze. As he was about to return the coat to Yang Youming, Yang Youming held down his hand. “Keep it on.”

They took a car back to the hotel. Ding Wenxun had already arranged someone to book a room for Yang Youming. It was on Ding Wenxun’s floor, which was different from Xia Xingcheng’s.

When the elevator arrived at Xia Xingcheng’s floor, he stepped through the open doors then turned to look back at Yang Youming confusedly, not understanding why he hadn’t come out with him.

Yang Youming laughed and said, “Go back and turn in early.”

It was only when the elevator doors were slowly closing that Xia Xingcheng regained his senses. He sent Yang Youming a message as he walked back to his room, asking him when he would be coming down.

Yang Youming didn’t reply right away. Xia Xingcheng returned to his room and lay on the bed with his phone in his hand, then fell asleep before Yang Youming replied to his WeChat. He was woken by a phone call the next day, and when Xia Xingcheng glanced at his phone, he found that Yang Youming had told him to get a good night’s sleep, and that he would come over tomorrow night.

Xia Xingcheng left for the shoot very early. He didn’t have the heart to wake Yang Youming up, and it wasn’t until almost noon that he furtively hid in the nanny car to give Yang Youming a call, asking him whether he was coming today.

“Lao-Ding said that Yuan Qian’s there today, so I’m not going,” Yang Youming said.

Today’s filming schedule was packed. Whenever Xia Xingcheng had no scenes, he would sleep in the nanny car and wait for someone to call for him.

Xia Xingcheng was a little disappointed. He said, “I’ll definitely be back late today.”

Yang Youmind said, “You’re too exhausted, you should get some proper sleep. I’ll take you home with me after you finish filming in a few days, okay?”

Xia Xingcheng could only say, “Okay.”

This time, Yang Youming was visiting the set openly. Many pairs of eyes were watching, so if he was found coming and going from Xia Xingcheng’s room, there would indeed be a problem.

Once he hung up, Xia Xingcheng went back to sleep.

That night, Xia Xingcheng changed into his dress and high heels once more to continue filming the latter part of the scene.

He was brought out of the game hall by the two thugs, who shoved the banner into his hands and told him to walk down the street.

Qian Chengjin, who had lived to a little more than twenty, had never before been so wronged, and he held up the banner in humiliation with his head hung down.

The two thugs followed him on a motorbike, telling him to spread the banner open a little more and that the name written across it had to be visible.

Qian Chengjin’s messy form walked along the street like this, his feet clad in high heels stumbling from time to time, with the passersby around him stopping and staring.

The further he walked, the heavier his grief, and he was close to tears.

One of the thugs pressed him on. “Run, run!”

It was only when they saw a police patrol car on the side of the road that the two thugs turned around and ran away.

This shot was truly very hard on Xia Xingcheng. Each stumble was a real twist of his ankle instead of an act, and when they wrapped up afterwards, his ankle was slightly swollen. A staff member wanted to spray his ankle with cold spray, but his foot was still clad in a layer of stockings. Xia Xingcheng was too embarrassed to take off his stockings right there on the street, so he asked the staff for the spray, intending to spray it on himself when he went to the car to change.

His nanny car was parked at the side of the road, and neither the driver nor Hua Hua was there. It was pitch-black inside, and through the glass, the interior was completely unseeable from the outside. You could only see your reflection on the window pane, and there was also a partition between the front and back seats that was usually raised, and only the front seats could be seen through the car window.

Xia Xingcheng opened the car door, but when he raised his foot, he accidentally stepped on the dress. He wobbled a little before steadying himself, heaving a sigh of relief as he got in the car, then pulled the door closed behind him.

Right then, someone in the car suddenly grabbed his wrist, pulling Xia Xingcheng onto their lap.

Xia Xingcheng was so alarmed that he nearly cried out. Then, his lips were covered, and a familiar breath on his ear said, “It’s me, don’t shout.”

He sighed with relief and raised his hands, touching Yang Youming’s face in the dark, and whispered, “Ming ge? When did you get here?”

Yang Youming said, “I’ve been here for a while. I watched you shoot from here.”

Xia Xingcheng slowly got used to the car’s darkness, and he could see Yang Youming’s face, illuminated by the light coming through the windows. Yang Youming could also see the cold spray he was holding, and asked, “Did you hurt your foot?”

“It’s just a mild sprain.” Xia Xingcheng lifted his foot to show him, only to realize that he was still wearing stockings and high heels. He immediately put his foot down again, embarrassed.

Yet Yang Youming reached down and put his hand on Xia Xingcheng’s knee. It slowly slid down his leg; his touch through the stockings gave them both a sense of wondrous novelty—until at last, Yang Youming took hold of his ankle and lifted it up onto the car seat, saying, “I’ll spray it on for you.”

Xia Xingcheng pressed his mouth to Yang Youming’s ear and murmured something there.

His voice was too unclear for Yang Youming’s ears, so he asked, “What did you say?”

Feeling both shy and a little excited, Xia Xingcheng repeated, “You’ll have to take the stockings off first.” He said eagerly, “Why don’t you tear them off?”

Yang Youming let out a low laugh at his words, then deliberately lowered his tone and said, “Aren’t these stockings I gave you going to be torn up regardless?”

Xia Xingcheng hugged his neck and said, “He doesn’t look like much of a gentleman, but apparently Ming ge can even admit to his wrongdoings.”

Yang Youming pinched his jaw and shook it side to side. “Just because Ming ge is less educated, it doesn’t mean that Ming ge’s a vulgar person.” With that, he reached under Xia Xingcheng’s dress and spanked his ass, saying viciously, “Ass up.”

Xia Xingcheng obediently raised his ass a little, and Yang Youming grabbed the waist of the stockings under the dress and pulled it down over his ass to hang on his thighs, then freed his injured ankle.

Throughout this process, Xia Xingcheng was always cooperative. He had a wonderful sense of gender crisis, and as he hugged Yang Youming, he said, “Ming ge, you’re pretty skilled at taking off stockings.”

Yang Youming, who was examining his swollen ankle in the faint light, turned to him at these words and said, “I’m afraid I’m not as skilled as you are, am I?”

Xia Xingcheng immediately blushed and buried his face on the man’s shoulder, grumbling softly, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Yang Youming picked up the bottle of cold spray, shook it, and sprayed Xia Xingcheng’s ankle a few times. All of a sudden, an ice-cold feeling slightly alleviated the scorching pain.

Xia Xingcheng shifted and sat face to face straddling Yang Youming’s lap, both legs bent on the seat and clamping down on Yang Youming’s waist. Hugging Yang Youming’s neck, he said, “Ming ge, am I pretty?”

Yang Youming laughed and said, “Do you want to look in the mirror to see how pretty you look right now?”

Xia Xingcheng knew that his lips were still adorned with overdrawn lipstick. The sling dress with his short hair was also a weird combination, but he still said, “Didn’t you put the lipstick on me?”

Yang Youming leaned back slightly, looked at him, and said, “That’s right, it’s my first time putting lipstick on someone. Did you like it?”

Xia Xingcheng said, “I liked it. Shall I share a little with you?” With that, he leaned in and kissed Yang Youming’s lips. It was a disorderly kiss—he bit and nipped at Yang Youming’s lips, aiming to smear the lipstick onto Yang Youming’s mouth.

Yang Youming’s hand that was originally placed on Xia Xingcheng’s leg was grabbed by Xia Xingcheng to shove under his dress, but as he was sitting down, the dress was pressed under his leg–Xia Xingcheng tugged impatiently, then grabbed the entire dress and lifted it up, his lips leaving Yang Youming’s to bite down on the dress.

He was completely bare.

Yang Youming pressed at Xia Xingcheng’s ass to bring him towards him, his breathing rough as he pressed kisses to Xia Xingcheng’s ear. “Not here, Xingcheng.”

The car was parked on the side of the road; the rocking would be a dead giveaway.

Xia Xingcheng also knew that it was out of the question. He bit at his dress, gasped, and ambiguously said, “Just touch me.” Once Yang Youming covered that particular part of him with a hand, he couldn’t help letting out a low cry, and the dress slipped out from his mouth. Pressed against Yang Youming’s face, he said, “Wait until I bring this dress back…”

Smiling, Yang Youming answered, “All right.”

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t/n – sorry for disappearing 😦

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