One Pet Gets Married

Chapter 39

"Life of Desire" was entirely... explicit. After all, it was made by rather uninhibited foreigners.

As for "Butterfly Wings," only certain scenes were, and compared to what she had filmed before, it was relatively...

"Can I not choose?" Song Xici turned her head, her face pleading for mercy. "I'll treat you to something delicious later!"

Song Xici decided to use her ultimate food-bribery technique to make the foodie Tang surrender.

"That's fine too," Tang You'an nodded.

"Really?" Song Xici's eyes suddenly lit up. Had that girl finally come to her senses and decided to compromise?

"We don't have to watch. You can just teach me directly," Tang You'an glanced at the screen, then turned back to look at Song Xici. "I've been here for so long, and Xici always forbids me from experiencing this or that. I've listened, but it's made it difficult for me to communicate with people sometimes."

"What difficulties..." Song Xici felt it was getting hotter and hotter. She wanted to take off her clothes.

"For example, when Xiaobao and the others discuss in their private group chat how to make someone feel good in bed, I can only stay silent. How am I supposed to join the discussion?" Tang You'an asked slowly.

This question was truly beyond her abilities! When Song Xici heard these words, her face changed like the unpredictable June weather.

"Also, there was a joke last time. Someone asked if I was a 'top,' and I said yes, I'm the sun," Tang You'an rubbed the bridge of her nose, feeling helpless. "Apparently, the girl who wrote about us last time was only sixteen... How can I know less than a sixteen-year-old child? Besides, I still have to act in films..."

Tang You'an wasn't exaggerating. Sometimes when Zhao Zixi teased her about her and Song Xici, she couldn't even respond. She could only pretend not to see or change the subject.

But now, Song Xici wanted to bang her head against a wall. The burning sensation on her face came in waves, and her body was as stiff as a rock.

"Alright, alright, stop talking. Let's watch 'Butterfly Wings' then..." Right, it's fine! The show has twenty-four episodes! Who knows which episode those messy scenes are in? It's better than being embarrassed the whole time. With this thought, Song Xici felt relieved.

Song Xici picked up a piece of fruit and put it in her mouth, chewing. As she ate, she suddenly remembered that although there were only twenty-four episodes, the first scene of the first episode was extremely intense. Realizing this, she almost choked on the fruit juice.

She could only hope that they didn't have TV series here. But the next second, Song Xici's heart sank. No, they did have TV series here!

After hearing this, Tang You'an tilted her head and looked at her for a moment. Then, she started searching for "Butterfly Wings" and clicked on it.

Seeing "Butterfly Wings" being opened, Song Xici, who had just taken a sip of fruit wine, really did choke this time, coughing uncontrollably.

"Are you okay?" Tang You'an quickly reached out and gently patted her back.

"I'm, I'm fine!" Song Xici continued coughing miserably, her cheeks bright red as she answered.

"Take it slowly." After seeing that she wasn't coughing as much, Tang You'an turned her gaze back to the screen.

This show wasn't recent, but it wasn't particularly old either. When it first came out, everyone was shocked by her bold performance in it.

Even some sharp-tongued critics praised it with comments like "The actors' looks are fine, the acting is good, the color and composition are on point, the story is rich in content, and the characters are three-dimensional."

Tang You'an took a sip of fruit wine, rubbed her hands together, and then fixed her eyes on the screen.

As soon as the words "Episode 1" appeared and faded away on the screen, before the first scene even showed, a woman's moans could be heard.

Then, the scene slowly unfolded, revealing a somewhat cramped room. The lighting was dim yellow, the atmosphere ambiguous. In the frame, another woman was lying on top of Song Xici, her head buried in Song Xici's neck, kissing it. Song Xici's chest heaved as she stretched out her slender arms, wrapping them around the woman's back, slowly caressing downwards, occasionally gripping tightly...

Seeing this, Tang You'an gently bit her lower lip, her eyes narrowed slightly, her brows furrowed.

"Hey, You'an, look, this thief is so funny. He went to steal honey and got stung into a big bun!" Song Xici swallowed, then hurriedly picked up her phone, found a piece of social news, and nervously held it up in front of Tang You'an.

However, Tang You'an only glanced at her screen before turning her gaze back to the white screen. This dismissive action left Song Xici feeling awkward all by herself.

The scene wasn't over yet. In it, Song Xici was biting her lower lip, occasionally making some soft sounds. Tang You'an sat there, leaning forward slightly, her hands still loosely clasped in front of her, half of her hair hanging in the air, her eyes still quiet like a calm pond.

"You'an, You'an, look quickly, this dog is hilarious too. It can't move its feet when it sees food..."

But Tang You'an still ignored her.

"Haha! Look how much delicious food there is here! How about I take you there to eat in a while?!" This time, Song Xici found a travel and food blogger's Weibo account, swiped through the pictures, and held it up in front of Tang You'an again.

Tang You'an heard this and looked down at her phone again. Then, as if indifferent to the food, she reached out, grabbed Song Xici's phone and pulled it down, slowly turning her head to look at her: "When you were filming these scenes, how did you feel when she kissed you?"

Squeezing her left hand with her right, Tang You'an realized that seeing Song Xici cooperate so well with someone else in such intimate scenes made her feel a bit uncomfortable. Actually, more than just a bit.

"I, I didn't feel anything..." Song Xici's hand, along with her phone, was held by Tang You'an. Her speech became stuttering, "It's just a professional requirement, what could I feel?"

Being asked this felt so strange.

"Is that so?" Tang You'an looked at her small earlobe, her gaze tracing the contours of her face down to her neck.

"What else could I feel? Of course, I couldn't feel anything... She and I are just friends..." As Song Xici spoke, she hurriedly pulled her hand away.

"Are you and I friends too?" Tang You'an squeezed her now empty hand, lowered it, then moved closer to her, leaning in near her ear.

She felt that Song Xici's perfume smelled very nice today. Light and subtle, with a fragrant aroma. At the same time, she also inadvertently discovered that her own breathing seemed to have become much heavier.

"We..." Song Xici swallowed, turning her head to look at her, but faced with that face so close to hers, and those beautiful eyes meeting hers, her throat became dry.

Really, Song Xici no longer felt like she was raising a baby at all.

No matter how slow she was, she could feel that as Tang You'an grew, she was no longer the same Tang You'an who had just arrived here. Moreover, the scope of things Tang You'an was curious about was expanding infinitely... She felt like she couldn't control it anymore...

The room was dimly lit, and the light from the screen and mood lighting reflected in Tang You'an's eyes, creating a rippling water effect.

"Yes..." Song Xici clenched her hands tightly, afraid that Tang You'an would say something shocking the next second.

However, Tang You'an just smiled and didn't say anything more, then sat up straight and continued watching.

They watched three episodes in one go. Since the drama used a flashback structure, there were no such scenes in the next three episodes.

So, after watching three episodes, Tang You'an heard Song Xici yawn softly beside her and turned to ask, "Are you tired?"

"Mm... We've been out all day, I'm a bit tired," Song Xici nodded, rubbing her neck.

"Then let's go home," Tang You'an said after hearing this.

"Oh, okay," Song Xici nodded, then picked up her bag and stood up to leave.

After settling the bill, as soon as the two pushed open the door, a gust of cold wind rushed over, causing Song Xici to shiver involuntarily.

"Cold?" Tang You'an asked.

"It's freezing, damn weather..." Song Xici complained as she walked.

Hearing this, Tang You'an walked in front of Song Xici and stopped, taking one of her hands and bringing it to her lips.

With Tang You'an's breath enveloping her fingers, Song Xici looked up at her, her arm involuntarily shrinking back a bit.

Tang You'an's fingertips caressed her cold fingers as she looked up at her. "Are you afraid of me?"

"Not at all..." Song Xici turned her head away.

Hearing this, Tang You'an silently pulled her hand down, held it against her chest, then brought it back to her lips and blew on it before rubbing it. "I just don't want you to get cold."

"Oh..." Song Xici still didn't dare look at her. "Thank you."

After getting into the car, they headed home.

It was quite late when they arrived home.

After changing shoes, putting the keys in the key box, and tossing her bag aside, Song Xici turned and asked, "I'm going to make some milk now, do you want some?"

"Yes," Tang You'an nodded.

"Alright, you go upstairs first. I'll bring it up when it's ready," Song Xici smiled.

"Okay," Tang You'an nodded. She felt strangely tired.

Back in her room, Tang You'an threw the stuffed animals she had bought today onto the bed, turned up the temperature, and closed the curtains. She raised her hand to her neck, frowning as she twisted her head.

Her phone vibrated, displaying news about Bai Yunmo's sudden revelation that she had gotten married last week.

Since she had nothing better to do, Tang You'an thought for a moment and opened the news article.

Upon opening it, she saw that the editor was as excited as if they had won a hundred million, saying things like "There's a kind of despair in this world called 'even Bai Yunmo is married, and you're still single'."

Basically, it said that no one had expected or imagined that Bai Yunmo, who had always insisted on staying single, suddenly got married, proving that nothing is impossible in this world. Additionally, it described what kind of person Bai Yunmo's husband was.

Staying single...

Tang You'an suddenly remembered Song Xici's firm stance against dating, which seemed to have a similar meaning.

Unexpectedly, scenes from the drama of Song Xici and that woman flashed through her mind again.

Frowning, Tang You'an paced back and forth, picking up this decoration to look at for a while, then fiddling with that thing for a bit, but she seemed distracted.

After a while, she took out the contract between them, pulled up a chair to sit down, and began reading through it again, line by line.

Not interfering with each other's private lives, not bringing negative influences to each other's lives, no physical contact unless necessary, not falling in love with each other...

At the same time, Tang You'an's mind recalled all the things Song Xici had repeatedly warned her about.

Suddenly feeling a headache, Tang You'an put the contract on the table and raised her hand to slowly rub her forehead.

She didn't want... she really didn't want to part ways with Song Xici when the time came. She also didn't want Song Xici to change her mind in the future, start dating someone else, and then do the things from the drama with that person.

With her hands in her hair, Tang You'an looked at the contract for a long while, then glanced at the door, and finally lowered her hands to pick it up again. Then, she slowly moved her hands to a corner and began to roll it up bit by bit.

Finally, after rolling the contract into a long tube, Tang You'an looked at it for a moment, then pulled over an ashtray from afar and picked up a rusty-colored lighter.

After flicking the lighter for a while, Tang You'an held one end of the rolled contract over the ashtray, then pressed the lighter. A flame instantly rose up, enveloping the tube-shaped contract.

Watching the white paper gradually turn gray-black, waiting for it to burn to the end, Tang You'an's hand trembled. She dropped it into the ashtray, put down the lighter, and dusted off her hands.

"I'm sorry," Tang You'an said as the fire died out, her elbows propped on the table, her joined hands lightly pressed against her forehead.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," Tang You'an lowered her hands and turned her head.

"I've put the milk here for you. Drink it and get ready for bed soon," Song Xici pointed at the milk she had placed on the bedside table, then scratched her head.

"Mm," Tang You'an nodded.

"Wait a moment," Just as Song Xici was about to walk out and return to her own room, Tang You'an stood up.

"Hm?" Song Xici looked at her in confusion, then obediently stood there waiting.

Tang You'an looked down at the floor for a moment, then walked step by step to Song Xici.

Even though Tang You'an hadn't done anything, Song Xici suddenly appeared flustered.

"If we," Tang You'an looked at the tiny sparkle from Song Xici's earring, breathing slowly, "have to act out scenes like the opening of 'Butterfly Wings' in the future, will we have to do to each other what you did with your friend?"

"I guess so, but what about it... It's just acting, after all..." How else could she answer?!

"Just acting..." Tang You'an savored these words, moving a bit closer to her. "If that's the case, then why didn't you act properly with me last time?"

"I didn't... I just, maybe because it was so sudden, I couldn't react in time," Song Xici defended herself vigorously.

"Is that so? Then what if I asked you to act with me now?" Tang You'an looked straight at her.

"What are you talking about..." Song Xici now had fine beads of sweat on her back and forehead, as if she was being burned.

"We can't have me knowing nothing and making a fool of myself when the time comes, and we can't have you unable to act naturally every time you encounter me," Tang You'an looked at her. "Xici, am I right?"

Song Xici found that she couldn't refute a single word Tang You'an said. Because, it all sounded quite reasonable.

"Hm?" Tang You'an raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Yes, anyway, everything you say is right!" Song Xici didn't know what she was doing anymore, but she nodded.

So, after saying this, Song Xici immediately and anxiously prepared to make a run for her own room.

However, at this moment, Tang You'an suddenly stretched out an arm, placing it against the doorframe, effectively blocking her escape route.

"What are you... trying to do?" Song Xici leaned her whole body back a bit, looking at Tang You'an in front of her.

"I just want you to teach me how to act," Tang You'an said, leaning down to her ear.

"Hey..." Disturbed by Tang You'an's breath, Song Xici's skin broke out in goosebumps again, and her voice became unsteady. Flustered, she turned her face away, then reached out her hand to lightly push against Tang You'an's shoulder. "What, what kind of acting..."

"That kind of acting," Tang You'an said, her lips parting slightly near Song Xici's ear, then looked closely at her eyebrows and eyes.

Author's Note: I'm back