Shadow of Chinese Entertainment

Chapter 287 The Two People's Little Thoughts

Just as Hu Xiaobei was getting sleepy from his random thoughts, An Xiaoqian called.

Hu Xiaobei didn't answer the call and hung up immediately. He then checked the time; it was already 9:30 PM.

Well, it's already quite late. It's only about the length of a movie, so it's not too difficult.

He once again secretly flew into An Xiaoqian's room through the window.

The moonlight slanted down, coating the floor with a hazy silver glow.

An Xiaoqian was leaning against the headboard, wearing a short off-shoulder nightgown. The light pink silk made her skin look as white as snow, radiating an irresistible charm.

Her delicate, fair shoulders and neck were on full display before Hu Xiaobei's eyes.

As the light and shadow shifted, her delicate collarbone seemed to hold a drop of autumn dew, and with her gentle, rising and falling breaths, a faint fragrance lingered around her.

A pair of slender, fair legs were crossed and curled up in front of her. Her knees were as smooth as jade, and her calves had smooth and beautiful lines, like carefully carved white jade. Occasionally, when a sliver of moonlight shone through, they would radiate a soft, bright halo.

The hem of the short skirt didn't quite cover her knees, and the glimpses of her skin created a seductive allure, as if silently tempting Hu Xiaobei, making him want to bury his face in it.

An Xiaoqian tilted her head and gave him a sweet smile. Her soft hair gently brushed against her delicate collarbone, causing a slight tickle. Her clear laughter was as melodious as a silver bell.

She was like a delicate, ripe strawberry, both sweet and tempting.

"Sisi, it's quite chilly here at night. You're prone to feeling cold, so you should change into a long-sleeved pajama."

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly as he tried to look away, offering a weak reminder.

An Xiaoqian stood up barefoot, her skirt swaying gently with her movements, exuding a natural girlish playfulness.

The fresh scent of her body after her bath, mixed with her unique natural fragrance, was like a gentle breeze, subtly stirring Hu Xiaobei's heartstrings.

"I just took a shower, so I'm not cold at all~ Besides... I didn't bring any long-sleeved pajamas."

After saying that, she leaned forward slightly, lowered her head and moved closer, her soft hair and warm breath gently brushing against Hu Xiaobei's face, creating a hint of ambiguity.

Hu Xiaobei couldn't persuade her otherwise, so he helped her sit down first, then picked up the hairdryer and, resisting the urge to look down, started drying her long hair.

His hand holding the hairdryer trembled slightly as the hot air swept through An Xiaoqian's long, flowing hair, releasing a delicate fragrance.

When the ends of his hair brushed against the back of his hand, it tickled, but he dared not be distracted. He could only stare intently at the wall clock, counting the ticking of the second hand to divert his attention.

"Xiao Bei, why are you standing there blankly without saying a word again?" An Xiaoqian suddenly turned her head, her hair brushing against the back of his hand again, a sly and mischievous smile almost overflowing from the corner of her eyes.

Seeing that Hu Xiaobei did not answer, she did not care, but simply leaned back a little more.

She carried the fresh scent of shower gel, and her warm breath seemed to penetrate her thin pajamas, leaving a subtle itch on Hu Xiaobei's chest and abdomen.

Hu Xiaobei stood frozen, not daring to even breathe, for fear of causing a misunderstanding and triggering a major battle.

After waiting for quite a while, I finally finished blow-drying my long hair.

"All done!" Hu Xiaobei quickly turned around, unplugged the hair dryer, and placed it back in its place.

He didn't even look at the smile in An Xiaoqian's eyes, and subconsciously tidied up the scattered comb and hair tie.

"It's getting late, Qianqian, you should get some rest," Hu Xiaobei said with his back to her, his voice unconsciously a little strained.

The moonlight outside the window had become even more hazy, and the dim, warm light from the nightlight in the room cast long shadows of the two of them, which intertwined on the floor in an ambiguous shape. "I don't want to rest so early~" An Xiaoqian stood up on the bed again with her bare feet, her shoulders not reaching over Hu Xiaobei's head, and the tips of her hair brushing against his slightly reddened ear tips.

"I just took a shower and I'm wide awake, I can't sleep at all. Besides, I'm leaving tomorrow, don't you want to spend a little more time with me?"

She lowered her head, looking down at Hu Xiaobei with her eyelashes fluttering and her eyes full of anticipation.

Hu Xiaobei raised his head slightly, looking at her charming and lovely appearance, and his heart couldn't help but flutter.

Although he had anticipated this, he still coughed lightly to cover his inner panic and suggested, "Why don't you come to my place to watch DVDs? I have some very interesting movies."

“Okay!” An Xiaoqian’s eyes lit up, and she happily hugged Hu Xiaobei, not caring whether he could breathe or not.

The fresh scent after a bath, mixed with the unique fragrance of a young girl, wafted over me, and it smelled wonderful.

Hu Xiaobei dared not smell it again.

An Xiaoqian seemed to realize that her actions just now were somewhat inappropriate. She moved her upper body slightly away, her cheeks flushed, but she still gently kissed Hu Xiaobei's forehead as a reward.

"Xiao Bei, I knew you were the best~" After saying that, she snuggled into his arms.

"Let's go." Hu Xiaobei grabbed a coat and tried to drape it over An Xiaoqian's shoulders, but she shook her head and refused.

Hu Xiaobei sighed and carried An Xiaoqian to the window.

The two of them secretly flew to Hu Xiaobei's room, the moonlight shining behind them, quietly sealing away this secret feeling.

Hu Xiaobei gently placed An Xiaoqian on the sofa, cleared his throat, and took out a DVD he had prepared beforehand, introducing it as, "This movie won the Palme d'Or; it's incredibly profound."

Before he could finish speaking, An Xiaoqian interrupted his plan: "Why watch an art film so late at night? A real man should watch a horror movie!"

Hu Xiaobei laughed and explained, "No, why would I watch a horror movie so late at night? I don't have any horror movies here."

Besides, watching horror movies without sound is no fun at all.

Let's watch an art film instead. I remember you really like art films, don't you?

An Xiaoqian pulled a disc from the coffee table and shook it deliberately: "Who said I'm afraid to turn on the sound? Xiao Bei, I think you're the one who's afraid to watch horror movies at night."

These are the DVDs I bought in Tokyo last time. You said you'd watch them with me when we get back to China~

She tilted her head, her eyelashes fluttering, but a sly smile played on her lips, as if she had seen through his little scheme long ago.

Hu Xiaobei reluctantly took the "Ju-on" disc and put it into the DVD player.

'I wonder when she brought the DVDs over. Was it during dinner?'

Hu Xiaobei shook his head, sighing inwardly: 'An Xiaoqian… you're something else! Of all your schemes, at least ninety-nine are used on me, and the last one is probably used on your own mother!'

As expected, the disc was the Japanese version of "Ju-on".

(P.S.: Many local DVDs don't have English subtitles, but internationally oriented films like "Ju-on" do.)

Uh, wait a minute, An Xiaoxi didn't go to Xiao Rizi to study music, and she doesn't understand Japanese now.

She couldn't understand the Japanese dubbing, so the horror of the horror movie was instantly halved if she didn't watch the English subtitles.

No wonder he's so brave!
(End of this chapter)