Chapter 14: CH 14

Ripe cherries are bright red, round and have a full, beautiful shape. After getting wet, they are stained with water drops. A new layer of reflection will appear more transparent and attractive, making them look delicate and smooth. And if you eat them, you’ll feel a wisp of sweetness that is not too obvious.

Ren Shuhan gently bit into it, before tasting the sweet juice, pressed the edge with his finger and sucked it all in, not missing a single drop.

The texture of the flesh of the fruit was even more exciting. It was soft, but there was a hint of strength. And after licking all over with the tip of his tongue, it seemed like it was melting as more juice flowed, which is endlessly tasty.

“Ah…Young master.”

Jiang Qingyue was a little unsteady, breathing hard, and slightly inclined his head.

Though it was delicious, the young master fed him too fast so he couldn’t eat it all.

“Am I being too hurried?” Ren Shuhan looked at him like he was looking at a prey and stroked the side of his face, and he felt too comfortable to let go. His movements were gentle, but his tone was a bit harsh. “But you can’t just stop at this level when filming.”

“I’m sorry.” Jiang Qingyue said helplessly as Ren Shuhan lightly held his chin and compelled him to lift his head.

“Don’t apologize,” Ren Shu Han rubbed the tip of his nose with his, “You’ve done a good job. Be a good boy and do it one more time.” 

His words made Jiang Qingyue blush, yet he was tempted to open his lips.

First, bite through a mouthful, use the tip of your tongue to firmly hold the flesh of the fruit inside, so that the poor, miserable cherries in the mouth can not escape, and then the lips continue to suck the whole fruit to get the juices out……

As if addicted, the two ate by the stairs for a long time, and finally Jiang Qingyue was tired and his body unconsciously slid down, from sitting on the carpet to almost falling on his back on the carpet, elbows propped on the top sections of the stairs, tilting his head and almost lying on his side.

Ren Shuhan was half on top of him, his left hand cushioned his waist to keep him from being hurt by the steps, and his right hand held him upwards a bit more.

“No, well … don’t …” This is the first time that Jiang Qingyue said it to his young master, but now he really can’t stand it, and he was afraid that if he continued to eat, he’d show an ugly side. “Young master, don’t … um …”

The last bite regrettably had to be eaten by Ren Shuhan, who used his finger to wipe the juice from Jiang Qingyue’s lips and put it in his own mouth to suck it off.

“So sweet.”

Jiang Qingyue looked at Ren Shuhan’s movements, his eyes were dazed for a while, before reacting to what he had said and done, and fiercely covered the lower half of his face with his right hand, curling up his knees and holding them close together.

Ren Shuhan had to put his hands under his armpits, got up and lifted him up like a cat.

Jiang Qingyue: “?”

Ren Shuhan put him on the first step and stood still, so that he could look at himself head-on, and seriously asked, “Are you sure you don’t want it?”

Jiang Qingyue hesitated for a moment and actually loosened up a bit: “Then again …… Okay!”

After it was over, Jiang Qingyue was completely limp, his cheeks were flushed, and he was held in Ren Shuhan’s arms, who was rubbing the hair on the side of his neck like a cat, and was unable to resist doing so.

“Young master ……” he was breathless and looked very pitiful, “Is it okay?”

Ren Shuhan rubbed on his long hair, and he said in a muffled voice, “Why are you so sweet and fragrant? Do you use perfume? “

“No,” Jiang Qingyue struggled to lift his cramped arm, so he could rub the back of the young master’s head, softly whispering, “I use the same shampoo as the young master.”

Only then did Ren Shuhan let go of him and rubbed his thumb on his lips twice, asking, “You won’t enter the entertainment industry in the future, will you?”

Jiang Qingyue froze: “I have no such plan for this.”

Only then did Ren Shuhan nod in satisfaction: “Don’t practice with anyone else, alright?”

Jiang Qingyue: “……”

If it is not because I like the young master… Who could be accustomed to such a capricious person ah?…… Jiang Qingyue helplessly smiled.

“There’s people that will try to manipulate you,” Ren Shuhan said, dissatisfied with his perfunctory manner, and frowned sternly, “You understand?”

“Mm,” Jiang Qingyue nodded obediently before making his way back to his room, “Good night, young master.”

“Wait,” Ren Shuhan pressed him against the wall in front of the door and gave him another kiss, “Let’s continue practicing tomorrow night, alright?”

Jiang Qingyue: “…… Okay, thank you, young master.”

Ren Shuhan watched him close the door, touching the back of his head on the way back to his own bedroom. Jiang Qingyue’s fingers had been cool when they touched his head, but now, he felt that the whole area was hot. 

The plays in the next few days were tepid, uneventful, and to top it all there was no harmonious scene at all that they could film together. But even though Ren Shuhan lived near the set with the ast, he still went to Jiang Qingyue’s room every night to “practice” his acting skills. Rain or shine, he was determined to hone his kissing skills to perfection.  Each night, his movements became more and more unbridled and more than once, Jiang Qingyue’s sheets would be left ruffled when he would finally leave his room. 

Ren Shuhan himself felt that maybe it was a bit too inappropriate, but he had to be foolish to not take advantage of it. Finally, when it was almost time for another kissing scene, he said with a righteous and stern voice, “Play well today and strive to do your best.Don’t let the practice be in vain.”

Jiang Qingyue: “……Hm.”

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He believed this evil one.

Even though they were halfway through the filming of the movie, the relationship between the two male leads had only slightly progressed. Director Chen said that this carefully literary film type was called ‘Slow Burn’, and he didn’t get how others couldn’t understand this type of slow romance. Jiang Qingyue had read the script and indeed didn’t really get it. When they themselves went to school, surely their school life wasn’t so bland?

“Why wasn’t it bland?” Shen Xinghe asked in a gossiping mood, “Is it because Ice God was around?”

“There should be more than that,” Gu Qingmeng said. “Assistant Jiang also probably stood out from the crowd at school, right? You used to have long hair too, did the teacher care? “

Jiang Qingyue nodded shyly: “The school where I studied didn’t care about dress code or hairstyles. There were even many male students that also grew their hair then cut it off and donated it to people who’d need it to make wigs.”

Everyone looked pensively at Ren Shuhan: The Ice God had probably used his status.

When they entered primary school, Jiang Qingyue almost cried because he had to cut his hair. Ren Shuhan took note of this small matter. To every school they went to, he made a contribution to the school and made it so that the students who yearned for freedom could also help out the groups who needed wigs by setting up this kind of non-profit project. 

Jiang Qingyue also cut his hair multiple times. But he always made sure to cut his hair from waist length to shoulder length to leave enough hair to tie in his usual ponytail. 

“Ice God also stood out a lot, right?” Shen Xinghe preferred to talk about Ren Shuhan more since he was good at sports, “I remember reading that Ice God has always assured the role of class president during his school days and has broken many school records when it came to sports. Isn’t he quite strong when it comes to both studies and sports?”

“My position as class president depended on popularity and I only studied well in elementary school, so I wasn’t that good,” Ren Shuhan said while patting Jiang Qingyue’s shoulder, “After we entered Junior high school, Qingyue has always been the first in our grade, and it has never changed.”

Their primary school was an elite school. Because they attached great importance to early education, everything Ren Shuhan learned before going to school was also mandatory at home. So such things as French, Latin and equestrian fencing were all learnt by him beforehand. However, Jiang Qingyue wasn’t the same, and Ren Shuhan let him choose casually what he wanted to do. So everyday, he used to paint and play the piano and learn flower arrangement and gardening. As a result, his overall ranking in elementary school was ordinary.

After changing schools and getting into Junior High, both of them experienced some changes.

After starting to brush up on various topics and studies, Jiang Qingyue’s results skyrocketed and he won the city’s top spot in the midterm exam.

Even Ren Shuhan’s parents who wouldn’t even bother to come on his birthday were shocked: “…….”

“The young master also has very good grades, he’s always in the top 100 of the year!” Jiang Qingyue used to say with a clenched fist.

Others: Emmm……

It was true that ranking amongst the first 100 students in middle school is great, but after listening to the accomplishments of Jiang Qingyue, it wasn’t that impressive in comparison… People thought that he probably liked to ‘suck up’ to his Young Master, but it was really unnecessary……

“And the young master has broken many records in disciplines like swimming, long-distance running, long jump and javelin.” Jiang Qingyue added, “At that time, several high school teachers would be there as referees. As a result, many sports teachers absolutely loved how the young master played, they all wanted to recruit him and even had a fight between themselves.”

Shen Xinghe was excited: “Wow! Really?”

Ren Shuhan: “That’s because our School already had a low ranking when it came to sports.”

“But our junior high school was always part of the joint sports meetings held by several schools.” Jiang Qingyue resolutely refused to give his young master a chance to be modest. “Young master was so good that he raised the competition level by himself and even the neighboring schools couldn’t compete.”

Shen Xinghe was quite responsive: “That’s really impressive!”

Jiang Qingyue’s eyes were shining brightly: “Yes.”

Gu Qingmeng: “…… What are you jotting down, director Chen?”

“School life material,” Director Chen then asked Jiang Qingyue, “You seem to remember your time there really well, is there anything else you could share with us?”

Jiang Qingyue: “……”

“There’s no more to remember,” Ren Shuhan expressionlessly took away director Chen’s notebook, “Hurry up and shoot your scene.”

There was actually many more memories

If the young master wasn’t around, Jiang Qingyue preferred to be alone and study hard, so he didn’t have many friends. He doesn’t know whether he was precocious or a late bloomer, but only when he was in High School did he start to long for love.

There were countless images of Ren Shuhan in his memory, the most vivid of which was when he was sweating on the sports field.

The boy who looked particularly good when he threw the javelin hard, his muscles tightening. The boy who would push his short hair back when he came out of the water, the boy whose body had countless little droplets teasingly dripping down his body, the boy who would rush to the finish line, break the ribbon and get held up and thrown high up in the air by his teammates… He would always look around, then find Jiang Qingyue accurately between the crowd and would only smile at him.   

He would only drink from Jiang Qingyue’s bottle of water. He would only come to ask him questions after class. He’d offer to help him with his cleaning duties and take out the garbage for him or wipe the desk and chairs. And when he’d listen to something, he’d only offer him one of his earphones to use.  

When they’d go out for an outing with his classmates, he would always keep the back seat of his bike for Jiang Qingyue. He’d only carry his school bag or cook food for him. When going out for karaoke with others, he’d only make sure Jiang Qingyue had enough food and would content himself with playing with instruments instead. He’d only sing for Jiang Qingyue alone.   

If Ren Shuhan heard his thoughts, then he would probably say, “Silly, you are indeed a little late-bloomer.” 

If it wasn’t for the fact that I like you, why would I only want to sit behind you and tug on your ponytail alone?

I’ve read enough stories to know that no declared feelings + ‘pretending to be together’/’practicing together to be a couple’ = a disaster as one part will misunderstand and think that the other doesn’t really love them, so I am scared o(〒﹏〒)o

On one hand, I feel like the author has some really strange views on rich people sometimes… (・・ ) 

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