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Chapter 39: Are You Shy?

There were many tourist attractions in the Northwest, but the area where they were filming had none.
The shooting location was in the barren mountains and wilderness, and their residence was in a small town below.
The nearest city was over 130 kilometers away by car.
With only a three-day holiday, their time was limited.
They couldn’t go to faraway places and could only visit the nearest city.

But even if it was just the nearest city, Beiye was so excited she couldn’t sleep all night.
The next morning, she got up before dawn to get ready.
After finishing, she rushed out and knocked on each door.
Jiang Wenting and Yi Lan were also awake, but they hadn’t gotten up yet.
Hearing Beiye’s call, Jiang Wenting answered before burying her face back into the quilt.

Beiye ran to knock on Xiao Ru’s door: “Get up, get up, we’re going out to play!”

After a long while, a lazy and dazed voice came from inside: “Sister Xingchen, you guys go ahead. I’m so sleepy, I don’t want to get up.”

She pounded on the door again: “No way, get up quickly, get up quickly!”

There was no response from the room for a long time.
Beiye was about to raise her hand again when the door opened from the inside.
Xiao Ru, with hair like a feather duster, looked at her with sleepy eyes: “Sister Xingchen, I really don’t want to go. I’m so, so sleepy. I have to assist with the shoot the day after tomorrow, I want to sleep…”

It was a rare moment of petulance from the cool girl.
Beiye was amused.
Seeing that she really couldn’t open her eyes, she smiled, raised her palm, and ruffled her already messy hair until it was explosive: “Alright, alright, you can sleep. I’ll bring you back something good to eat, okay!”

“Thank you, Sister Xingchen.”

The moment the girl finished her thanks and the door closed, all her sleepiness vanished instantly.
She squatted by the door, burying her head in her knees, trying to buffer the wave of sadness in her heart.

‘It’s better not to be an eyesore.’
‘That woman is all that’s in Jiang Wenting’s heart and eyes.’
‘Forcing myself to go along would just be asking for trouble.’

Shen Jinglan wasn’t the type to love someone just because they were close to a loved one.
In all the years she had been by Jiang Wenting’s side, Shen Jinglan had never given her a proper look.
Yet, she showed exceptional care for Yi Lan, who had moved in later.
They, the four of them, were a family.
No matter how hard she tried, she could never fit in.
And if she couldn’t fit in, it was better to stay far away and not be a nuisance.

But…

But it still hurt so much.
To think that all her years of wholehearted devotion couldn’t compare to a madwoman who had just appeared out of nowhere, it hurt so much.

To think of last night, when she was about to go downstairs and saw the four of them sitting cross-legged on the sofa, watching TV while planning the next day’s trip in a warm and cozy scene, it hurt so much.

To think of Jiang Wenting planning, saying that when she earned enough money in the future, she would buy a small villa with a garden for all of them to move into together, it hurt so much…

No matter how hard she tried, in front of her, in front of them, she was always an outsider.
But even knowing she was an outsider, she couldn’t just walk away so freely.
All these years, she had been like a hermit crab, shrinking inside Jiang Wenting’s shell.
Without her, how could she survive?

She’d probably die!


After coming from Xiao Ru’s room, Beiye pounded on Jiang Wenting’s door a few more times: “Jiangjiang, the kid says she’s not going, she wants to sleep. You two hurry up, okay!”

Jiang Wenting: “I know, you’re like a mother hen all day, clucking and clattering before dawn!”

Outside, the person completely ignored her complaint: “I’ll give you half an hour to brush your teeth and wash your faces. I’ll come call you in half an hour!”

Jiang Wenting’s head ached.
She reluctantly pulled herself out of the quilt.
She turned to her side, looked at Yi Lan, and couldn’t resist reaching out to pinch her cheek: “Get up. Didn’t you hear the harbinger of doom calling outside?”

Yi Lan’s expression was wooden.
Even being pinched, she showed no emotional fluctuation.
She slowly climbed out of bed and walked to the bathroom in her slippers.

Jiang Wenting also sat up in bed.
Watching the person’s thin and frail back disappear into the bathroom, she couldn’t help but curve her lips into a smile: “How can she be so obedient.”

Before long, the harbinger of doom came knocking again: “Half an hour’s up, hurry up and come out!”

Jiang Wenting was applying powder to her face.
Hearing the voice, she said irritably, “Coming,” then walked over to open the door in her slippers.

The moment the lock clicked open, half of Beiye’s body squeezed through the crack in the door, cursing, “Why are you two so slow? Jinglan and I got up at five in the morning!”

Jiang Wenting sneered, “It’d be easier if you just said you two didn’t sleep at all last night.”

After speaking, she took her powder puff and sat back down at the vanity.

Beiye’s gaze fell on Yi Lan, who was sitting on the edge of the bed reading the script, and she couldn’t help but complain: “Jiangjiang, you’re really something else. You make yourself all pretty but don’t even put a bit of foundation on Yi Lan!”

Jiang Wenting’s tone was casual: “She has delicate features. She looks good even without foundation.”

Beiye didn’t think so.
She pulled Yi Lan towards the makeup mirror: “Come on, big block of wood. If Jiangjiang won’t do your makeup, I will. Let’s make ourselves beautiful and make her die of envy!”

Yi Lan was a little resistant.
Beiye pressed her down onto the stool, held her chin to examine her, their faces very close.

Jiang Wenting caught this out of the corner of her eye and felt a little sour: “Hey, can you just stop? She doesn’t like putting on that stuff.”

But the other person was completely focused on makeup, her slender fingers tracing Yi Lan’s brow bone and eyes: “What kind of makeup look would be good?”

Just as her fingertips were about to land on Yi Lan’s lips, a warm hand suddenly appeared on the back of her neck.

Jiang Wenting had moved the swivel chair over at some point, snatched the setting spray from the vanity, and said, “Don’t move, I’ll do it!”

Beiye was still a bit slow to react, but Jiang Wenting was already spraying it on Yi Lan’s face.

The fine mist sprinkled on her face, cool and refreshing.
Yi Lan couldn’t help but close her eyes.
Her long, slender lashes became moist and dewy, looking extremely beautiful in the haze.

Beiye didn’t overthink it this time.
Seeing that Jiang Wenting was willing to do Yi Lan’s makeup, she also leaned over on her own swivel chair.

“Wow, her eyelashes are so long!” Beiye exclaimed, reaching out a fingertip, wanting to touch and feel them, but was slapped away by Jiang Wenting: “Tsk, stop messing around, will you!”

Jiang Wenting’s makeup skills were famous in the industry.
Beiye wasn’t angry even after being slapped.
She just leaned over the chair and watched silently.

After the pre-makeup spray was mostly absorbed, Jiang Wenting took the primer, squeezed a little onto the back of her hand, and used a damp puff to apply it to Yi Lan’s face bit by bit.
Her movements were gentle and focused.
When she reached the brow bone, she deliberately lowered her head a little.

Yi Lan’s eyes were closed.
When the warm breath fell upon her, her senses magnified infinitely.
Her long lashes couldn’t help but tremble slightly, and even her neck and the rims of her ears grew warm.

And that wasn’t all.
After applying the primer, when it was time for the eye makeup, Jiang Wenting moved even closer.
That breath seemed to rush through her features and all over her body.
A sense of restlessness surged, and Yi Lan couldn’t sit still, subconsciously leaning back.

Jiang Wenting supported the back of her head with her palm, her voice soft and low, “Be good, don’t move.”

Yi Lan’s fingertips curled slightly.
An itchy sensation arose from the tips and soles of her toes, and a broken sound almost escaped her throat.

“Don’t be nervous, it’ll be done soon,” Jiang Wenting’s red lips opened and closed, comforting the restless person in her palm.
At such a close distance, her soft voice had a grainy texture that was hard to bear.

“Ngh…”

A broken sound finally spilled out.
Yi Lan struggled with difficulty.

Jiang Wenting added the final stroke to the corner of her eye: “Alright, alright, it’s done.”

With her eye makeup done, Yi Lan had a kind of cool and detached charm.
Beiye stared from the side, her eyes fixed: “Wow, Jiangjiang, after you’ve done her up like this, Yi Lan really has the exquisite temperament of a classical beauty. You know, like one of those legendary demons who walk out of paintings to steal people’s souls. If I didn’t have a wife, I’d be a little…”

Jiang Wenting shot her a glare, then picked up a lipstick to trace Yi Lan’s lips.
Yi Lan’s lips were on the thinner side, but this time, Jiang Wenting chose a reddish-brown shade with a slightly cool tone for her.
She dotted it on her cupid’s bow, and then, too lazy to grab a lip brush, she used her own fingertip to blend it out bit by bit.

The moment that warm touch landed on her thin lips, a numbing sensation shot from her spine all the way to her tailbone.
Yi Lan’s whole body shivered.

Jiang Wenting didn’t notice.
After quickly blending the lipstick, she admired her makeup for a few seconds, not forgetting to praise her at the end: “Very beautiful.”

Beiye chimed in from the side, “Yes, yes! After applying it, that sharp, stubborn kind of beauty immediately comes through!”

Jiang Wenting: “You’re quite good with words.”

Beiye: “Of course!”

The two of them chattered back and forth, while the woman before them, with a face of exquisite makeup, had her neck and ears turning red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As Jiang Wenting was putting away her makeup tools, she couldn’t help but admire her work one more time.
Seeing the faint blush rising on her cheeks, she asked in confusion, “What’s wrong with your face? Why is it so red? Could you be allergic to the makeup?”

As she spoke, she very naturally placed her palm against her cheek to touch it.
Half of Yi Lan’s face was frighteningly hot.
Only then did Jiang Wenting realize that her ears weren’t normal either.
She moved her fingertips over, rubbing her earlobe and the rim of her ear: “Why are your ears red too? Do you have a fever? Beiye, do you guys have a thermometer?”

Beiye said, “Oh,” and stood up from her chair. “We should have one, I’ll go look.”

But just then, the cool and detached woman suddenly spoke: “No need to go. I don’t have a fever.”

Her tone was certain.
Beiye and Jiang Wenting looked over at the same time.
Being stared at by them made Yi Lan even more embarrassed.
Under the warm light, her fair throat bobbed a few times before she managed to force out those three words: “It’s a little hot.”

“Hot?”
Beiye, who was usually the most sensitive to heat, was taken aback by her words.
She looked at Jiang Wenting, “Is it hot?”

Jiang Wenting shook her head: “It’s fine, I don’t feel hot.”

Although she said that, she thoughtfully picked up the remote control and lowered the temperature in the room a little.

Beiye was a bit confused, muttering to herself, “How can it be hot? I’m so sensitive to heat and I don’t even feel it…”

“Ah!”
She suddenly understood, slapping her thigh.

Jiang Wenting was drawn in by her sudden movement.
She saw that the person was already locking her gaze on the woman in front of them with her puppy-dog eyes.
She looked into her eyes, staring straight at her, a teasing smile faintly playing on her lips: “Big block of wood, you’re not shy, are you?”

Yi Lan’s cheeks turned even redder.
She feigned composure and threw out two words: “I am not.”

After speaking, she unconsciously averted her gaze.

Beiye leaned on the swivel chair and giggled.
Then she tilted her head, deliberately meeting those eyes that couldn’t quite look away: “Big block of wood, I never thought you could be shy too. Is it because the way Jiangjiang applied your lipstick was very sapphic, or did her warm breath stir your nerves? Tell me, are you wet down there, hmm?”

Jiang Wenting: …

‘She’s like a complete lunatic!’


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