Chapter 560
Honeyed Delight: Gu Qing, You Don't Want This Either
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—The cast and crew of "Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms".
The film crew's mornings begin with a commotion around nine o'clock.
The sun was already high in the sky. The autumn sunlight wasn't as scorching as in the height of summer; instead, it carried a gentle, lazy warmth, slanting across the cobblestone streets of the film studio.
The raindrops fell on the upturned eaves of the antique-style buildings, and also on the conspicuous black RV under the awning.
Morning light filters through the half-drawn curtains of the RV, creating distinct light and shadow in the cramped space.
The air was still filled with a faint smell of alcohol, lingering perfume, and a vague, ambiguous atmosphere that belonged to the dead of night.
The car was a complete mess.
The laptop on the small table was still lit, the screen showing the end screen of the game.
Several empty wine bottles were scattered around, leftover takeout boxes were stacked together, and there were also snack wrappers, wads of tissues, and makeup remover pads scattered all over the ground, like a battlefield blown by a gust of wind.
Inside this mess—on the bed that was originally covered with plain sheets—two women were fast asleep.
Yang Mi lay on her side, her long, black hair spread out on the pillow like splashed ink.
Her sleeping posture wasn't elegant; one leg was sticking out from under the covers, her fair calf gleaming softly in the morning light, her ankle so slender it could be grasped with a single hand, its lines flowing like water.
She was wearing a tank top, the straps of which had slipped halfway down, revealing a section of her rounded shoulders and delicate collarbones. The blanket only covered her waist, outlining her voluptuous curves.
Dilraba curled up beside her.
In contrast to Yang Mi, who exudes mature feminine charm,
She was in the prime of her youth, and her tall and slender figure was so well-proportioned that even when she was lying down, her waist was so delicate that it could be grasped with ease.
She was sleeping on her side, one hand resting on Da Mimi's waist, the other hand under her face, the blanket only covering her upper thighs, her extreme waist-to-hip ratio was extremely beautiful and eye-catching.
Two beautiful women sleeping together
If you ignore the mess, the scene actually has a certain tranquil beauty.
Unfortunately, this tranquility is about to be shattered.
Outside the car, a cacophony of voices could be heard.
"Teacher Gu Qing, why didn't you let us know you were coming back? We could have come to welcome you in person!"
"Teacher Gu Qing is so kind-hearted. She donated more than eight million yuan without batting an eye. I feel the pinch even if I donate a hundred yuan."
"It doesn't matter how much money you donate, even just one dollar is good. I donate more because I earn more."
"Haha, Mr. Gu, you're too modest. I've worked in the industry for decades, and I've never seen an artist actually donate this much!"
The crowd burst into laughter again.
Inside the RV,
Yang Mi frowned slightly.
She has always had poor sleep quality and would wake up at the slightest noise.
Her eyelids trembled, and her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.
Her peach blossom eyes slowly opened, a few streaks of red blood still visible on the whites of her eyes—traces of a lingering hangover. Her pupils were unfocused, as if seen through a layer of fog, taking a long time to come into focus.
headache.
The headache from the hangover felt like a dull hammer, pounding against her temples.
"I will never drink again."
Yang Mi looked annoyed and gently patted her head with her delicate hand.
She propped herself up, and the blanket slipped off her shoulders, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.
Before she could even see where she was, she felt something heavy on her waist—it was Dilraba's hand, still resting on her waist, fast asleep.
"Honey, sleep a little longer..."
Dilraba hummed softly, her voice as gentle as a melted cotton candy.
Her eyes weren't even open, but her arms instinctively tightened, pulling Da Mimi closer to her.
"What time is it and you're still sleeping?"
Yang Mi removed her hand, her movements not gentle.
Dilraba mumbled something, turned over, and fell into a deep sleep again.
Yang Mi sat up, rubbed her eyes, her mind still foggy. Hearing the noise outside, she felt grumpy and was about to yell at someone.
But then I heard a very familiar, clear voice.
"I won't bother you any longer. I'm going to rest in the car for a while. Xiao Jie, why don't you go and get the clothes that were sent?"
"Okay, boss."
"Teacher Gu, please rest first. If you need anything, just let us know. We'll take Teacher Xiao Jie to get his clothes first."
"Ready to respond at any time!"
Gu Qing is back?!
Da Mimi's brain felt like it had been struck by lightning.
All the drowsiness, weariness, and hangover confusion vanished in that instant.
"Wait, Gu Qing?!"
She turned her head sharply and looked around—
RV.
This is Gu Qing's RV.
The overturned wine bottles, leftover takeout boxes, and scattered snack bags... all came into clear view of her, like a crime scene with irrefutable evidence.
"Fuck!"
Yang Mi's pretty face changed drastically, as if the sky was about to fall.
"Honey, keep your voice down, let me sleep a little longer..."
Dilraba was still humming in a daze.
"Baba Bao, what are you sleeping for?! If you keep sleeping, we're both dead!"
Yang Mi was so frightened that she quickly closed the bedroom door.
Then she shrank back onto the bed, her delicate hands frantically and gently patting Dilraba's cheeks, and then vigorously shaking her shoulders.
His voice was extremely low, yet every word carried a urgency tinged with gritted teeth:
"Gu Qing is back!!"
"Your little brother is back?"
Dilraba opened her beautiful eyes in surprise. Just as she was about to sit up happily, her smile froze at Yang Mi's expression.
Instead,
Fear washed over her like a tidal wave, drowning out all her sleepiness.
"My little brother's back?!"
Her voice changed tone, from surprise to terror, like a roller coaster plunging from its peak.
Dilraba was so frightened that she could no longer sleep. She looked down at her chest and saw that the strap of her tank top had slipped to one side, revealing a section of her fair shoulder.
She wrapped her arms around herself and looked at the underwear scattered all over the floor.
"Honey, what should we do?"
Dilraba was on the verge of tears: "If my brother saw how badly we'd ruined his car, he'd kill us!"
"Using his car, playing on his computer, sleeping in his bed... My brother told us not to touch his bedroom before he left..."
She spoke softer and softer, becoming increasingly guilty.
"Is this the main point right now?!"
Yang Mi, her hair disheveled, bent over and frantically picked up the clothes scattered on the ground, her movements so fast it was as if she were racing against time. "Hurry up and put your clothes on! If the crew sees us sleeping in his car, we're doomed!"
Her movements were surprisingly fast.
He shoved Dilraba's skirt into her hands, then threw his coat over her, before hurriedly putting on his own undergarments.
Dilraba was flustered and couldn't get the clothes on no matter how hard she tried.
"Sister Honey, I can't button my clothes..." Her voice was trembling with tears.
"Take a deep breath, don't rush, don't rush!"
Da Mimi herself was sweating profusely with anxiety, but she still tried to calm her down, saying in a low voice, "Don't move, I'll help you."
The two of them frantically tidied themselves up and cleaned up the mess on the ground, as if they were in a battle.
But is there still enough time?
Outside the car,
Gu Qing exchanged a few pleasantries with the staff and then bid them a gentle farewell.
He turned around and walked towards the RV.
The morning light fell on his shoulders, casting a pale golden halo. His face showed a hint of drowsiness, but even so, it remained strikingly handsome.
Perhaps it's because it's been too long since we last met,
Sister Zhao, who is both bad at the game and loves to play, dragged him to play duo queue all night.
Gu Qing barely slept and went back to the film crew early in the morning.
Zhao Ya, accompanied by several assistants, returned to the hotel to put away her clothes and also to discuss matters after the Bazaar dinner with her team.
Gu Qing went back to the film crew's RV first, intending to rest for a while so that she could start filming directly after waking up.
He yawned and stepped onto the RV's steps.
The car door opened.
He turned to the side and looked inside—
blinked.
His handsome face froze, replaced by wide-eyed astonishment.
This is...my car?
Everywhere you look, there is a mess.
Gu Qing stood at the car door, frozen in place as if she had been frozen in place.
"Is this really my car?"
Gu Qing walked forward hesitantly, glancing left and right. With each step, she seemed to step on something: a plastic fork, a snack bag, a beer can…
He glanced down at the soles of his shoes, then looked up at the mess on the ground. His expression shifted from shock to bewilderment, then from bewilderment to helplessness, and finally to a sense of absurdity that was both laughable and pathetic.
"Am I gone for two days or for a month?"
Gu Qing gently touched her forehead, pressing her fingertips against her throbbing temples.
He took two deep breaths, and the smell of alcohol in the air made him frown slightly.
He stood there, one hand on his waist, looking around. His posture was just like that of an old father speechless and choked with emotion after his unruly child had destroyed the house.
"Okay, okay, is this how you play it?"
Gu Qing was so angry that she laughed.
"They drank, smoked, and littered in my car, and even Dilraba did it?!"
He walked to the computer desk and saw two wine glasses placed side by side, with lipstick marks still remaining on the glass, one dark and one light, one bold and one faint.
Next to it was an opened pack of women's cigarettes, with several cigarette butts lying in the ashtray and lipstick marks on the filter.
Gu Qing felt his temples hurt even more. He pinched his brow and rubbed them hard with his fingertips, trying to relieve the throbbing pain.
Sleepiness surged up like a tide, crashing against him in waves.
"I'll settle accounts with you after I get up!"
Gu Qing gritted her teeth, took off her coat as she walked, and opened the bedroom door while wearing a loose white T-shirt.
"Splash—"
The sound of the door being pulled open was particularly clear in the quiet RV.
Gu Qing stamped his foot.
Breathing has stopped.
Pupil dilation.
The coat slipped off his hand and fell silently onto the floor mat.
His bed, his blanket, now had a high, raised space.
The curve resembles a small hill, undulating gently in the morning light.
There seemed to be a figure hiding under the quilt, and judging from the number, there was more than one person.
The blanket trembled slightly, shaking incessantly, as if something inside was shivering.
"Honey's throwing an eagle party?!"
This was the first thought that popped into Gu Qing's mind after he went blank.
The thought flashed through his mind like lightning, sending chills down his spine. "But why was it driven in my car, in my bed?!"
Looking at the underwear that hadn't been picked up from the ground, Gu Qing felt like he was about to break apart.
Pretend you didn't see it? Turn around and walk away?
Gu Qing wanted to turn around and leave, but then stopped.
Wait a minute, this is my car, why would I leave feeling guilty?!
I'm being kind by not pulling the blanket off right then and there!
"Honey, you'd better not tell me you're playing this big game."
Looking at the trembling blankets, Gu Qing took several deep breaths, her head throbbing with anger, unable to calm herself down.
"Are you crazy? Do you know what would happen if the film crew saw you doing something like this in my car?!"
"Little brother, let me explain..."
Hearing the questioning voice, a small opening appeared in the thick blanket covering her. Da Mimi's head peeked out, her black hair loose, her pretty face slightly flushed, with a hint of ingratiation.
The rest of the space was completely covered up, with only a head showing.
There was clearly someone hiding under the blanket, and judging from the shape of the blanket's bulge, that person was huddled behind her, too afraid to move.
Or is it a superior/inferior position?
Gu Qing couldn't bear to look, his temples twitching slightly. He turned around, his back to the bed, and urged, "Don't talk to me about this nonsense. I'm not your husband, nor am I here to catch you cheating."
"Quickly get someone to pack up my things in the car, and... replace all the blankets with new ones!"
"Hey, little brother, it's not what you think! Don't go!"
Yang Mi panicked and reached out her delicate hand to grab Gu Qing's arm.
Her movement
The blanket fell off.
Da Mimi sat on the bed, her clothes disheveled. The strap of her tank top had slipped down to one side, revealing a section of her rounded shoulder and delicate collarbone.
And beneath her, another person's face was revealed.
Gu Qing: "..."
"Hi, little brother...you're back?"
Dilraba's beautiful face was flushed, and she awkwardly covered her snow-white collarbone with her right hand. Her fingers were slender and her knuckles were distinct, but they could not cover her fair skin.
He waved his other hand guiltily at Gu Qing.
"Thankfully, my car wasn't damaged..."
Gu Qing felt relieved.
He turned his head away, avoiding eye contact, his voice carrying an inexplicable strangeness, "Sister Mi, Sister Reba, you two... have a pretty good relationship..."
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But next time, please be more careful and try to go somewhere else. I... I need to sleep in my bedroom..."
"Little brother, it's not what you think! Honey and I are innocent, we're just good sisters!"
Dilraba blushed, clearly knowing where Gu Qing had misunderstood.
She was clearly explaining something. She looked at herself, then at the woman on top of her—the position was intimate, their clothes were disheveled, and the two of them were so close that they could count each other's eyelashes.
As Dilraba spoke, she became increasingly nervous, her voice growing softer and softer until it was barely audible, like a mosquito's hum.
“Baba Bao, I’m innocent, but you’re not. What part of my body haven’t you seen? What haven’t you touched? You’re always clamoring to sleep with me.”
Yang Mi pouted, reached out and pinched Reba's cheek, then rolled off her, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Gu Qing who had his back to her, poked his back, and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Little brother, do you think I bring a man to sleep in your car?"
"Hehe, you better not have brought it, or you'll have to compensate me with a new car."
Gu Qing sneered, "Let me tell you, this car will cost at least seven or eight million after the modifications, it's not cheap."
"Is that the important point?!"
Yang Mi was a little discouraged, her peach blossom eyes widening, "Weren't you just jealous?"
"Honey, are you sick?"
Gu Qingsheng sighed helplessly, looking up at the sky, "Where does your confidence come from every day?"
"You and Sister Dilraba should hurry up and get dressed. Go back while there are fewer people around. I'll wait for you outside."
After saying that, he bent down to pick up his coat from the ground, casually draped it over his arm, reached for the door, and prepared to leave this place that had caused his blood pressure to spike.
But at this very moment,
"Xiao Gu, why didn't you tell me you were back?"
Lin Yufen's cheerful female voice came from outside the car, her voice full of energy.
With her hands behind her back, she slowly stepped into the car, just in time to meet Gu Qing, who was leaning halfway out of the window.
Eyes facing each other.
Gu Qing: "..."
Yang Mi: "..."
Dilraba: "..."
A brief silence.
"Splash—"
Gu Qing stopped in her tracks and retreated back to the bedroom at lightning speed, her movements as swift as if she had been bounced back by a spring.
He tightly closed the small opening he had just made, leaning against the door like a human wall, blocking the thin door panel.
"What? Are you turning me away? Don't you welcome me?"
Lin Yufen was stunned for a moment.
"No, no, Director Yufen, I...I...I just took off my upper clothes and was getting ready to sleep."
Gu Qing stammered, a rare occurrence for him, and his voice became incoherent.
He turned around, staggered, and sat down on the edge of the bed, his hands blocking the door tightly.
Yang Mi and Dilraba were so frightened that they dared not move, their delicate bodies stiff as they stared at each other, frantically pleading for help from Gu Qing with their eyes.
The two of them huddled together under the covers, shivering, hiding behind Gu Qing, curled up like two little chicks.
They were afraid that even their blurry shadows would be discovered through the door, and they deliberately held their breath, not daring to make a sound.
Ruined.
If Lin Yufen were to see this, the three of them would be in the same bedroom, all disheveled and with messy hair.
—With a Hong Kong director known for his "big mouth," wouldn't the whole entertainment industry know about it?!
Gu Qing has already come up with the trending topics: "Gu Qing's threesome in a campervan," "Gu Qing spends the night with Yang Mi and Dilraba," "Top star's chaotic private life"... Just thinking about it makes my scalp tingle.
"Tsk tsk, Xiao Gu, so what if you're not wearing a top? What's there to be ashamed of?"
Lin Yufen laughed, her voice full of joy.
She instinctively reached out and tried to pry open the door and window, but couldn't. She tried again, but still couldn't get them open.
"Besides, when I looked at you just now, weren't you wearing short sleeves?"
"I just took my clothes off! Director Yu, I'm so tired. I just got back from an event and I want to sleep for a while. If you called me because you need something, can we talk after we've had some sleep?"
Upon hearing this, Gu Qing hurriedly took off her T-shirt.
The movement was so fast it was like a costume change magic trick. When the clothes were pulled off his head, they even got caught on his ear, making him wince in pain, but he couldn't care less.
His T-shirt was casually tossed aside, revealing his slender, aesthetically pleasing upper body.
Broad shoulders, delicate collarbones, well-defined pectoral muscles without being exaggerated, and clearly visible abdominal muscles—not hard lumps, but a smooth, elastic, and youthful, gorgeous line.
Even when it comes to fitness, you have to find a professional coach to train in a way that conforms to the aesthetic standards of the general female population.
Gu Qing placed her hand on her belt and said awkwardly, "Director Yu Fen, I can see your shadow outside the door. I feel embarrassed to take it off like this."
"Okay, okay, I'll leave, alright?"
Lin Yufen chuckled and shook her head, then turned and took two steps.
Gu Qinggang breathed a sigh of relief—
"By the way, Xiao Gu."
Lin Yufen turned around, and her voice rang out again.
Gu Qing's heart jumped into her throat again.
"When you wake up, remember to send someone to let me know so I can talk to you about the script."
Lin Yu paused for a moment, then said, "It just so happens that we're filming a night scene today, so the crew doesn't have much to do during the day."
I'll send a few people to keep watch outside the car for you, so no one bothers you. Remember to let them know if anything happens.
After all,
Lin Yufen left directly, her steps light and quick, as if she had just finished explaining a trivial matter.
"Find someone to keep watch for me?"
"How could you be so thoughtful!"
Before Gu Qing could even refuse, Lin Yufen had already disappeared.
Just as Gu Qing was racking her brains trying to figure out how to get through this difficult time...
Yang Mi and Dilraba, who were huddled under the covers with only their eyes showing, were stunned.
First up is the sharp-eyed Yang Mi.
Just as Gu Qing took off her short-sleeved shirt and revealed her back, her beautiful eyes were already wide open, like two round grapes.
She quickly covered her mouth, barely managing to suppress a scream.
She frantically winked at Dilraba, her eyes almost twitching, and gestured repeatedly with her chin toward Gu Qing's back.
Dilraba followed her gaze—
The blush that had just faded instantly returned. Her face, ears, and neck were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.
Her eyelashes trembled, and her lips pursed, as if she had something to say but couldn't bring herself to say it.
"What did that brat do last night?"
Yang Mi pursed her lips and teeth, her snow-white neck twitching slightly, and she even seemed to unconsciously swallow her saliva.
Her eyes were fixed on Gu Qing's back, as if she were drawn to it by a magnet, unable to look away.
"My brother...my brother..."
Dilraba covered her eyes with her hands, but the gaps between her fingers were large enough to fit an egg.
"It's so...so...sexy..."
Behind Gu Qing, there were naturally remnants of Sister Zhao's "masterpiece" from last night.
Her long, fair back was covered with red marks that had not yet subsided.
They're everywhere—grabbing, kissing, deep and shallow, dense and numerous.
Just looking at it makes one blush and their heart race.
Especially with Yang Mi and Dilraba watching so closely, the impact was unimaginable.
The distance between them was no more than a few centimeters; it seemed that if their breaths were just a little warmer, they could spray onto her fair skin covered with red marks.
Da Mimi's breathing became a little rapid.
I've been working so hard for so long, do you have to torture me like this...?
Do you know how much harm this can cause to a woman who has just turned thirty?
Dilraba felt her heart beating incredibly fast, as if someone was drumming inside her chest.
She recalled the things she had said to her friend Da Mimi while drinking last night—"Your brother must have a great physique," "I wonder if he has abs," "I wish I could see them someday"...
I was just talking nonsense while drunk at the time, I never expected that I would actually see it today.
and,
Still in this way. Still at such close range.
Who left those marks?
My younger brother isn't as aloof and ascetic as he seems after all.
"Forget it, I'll figure out a way to get you all out of here later."
Gu Qing stood up helplessly, bent down to pick up the T-shirt he had just thrown away, and prepared to put it back on.
He subconsciously looked down, preparing to put on his clothes—
The sight that came into view caused his expression to change drastically.
That handsome face went from blank to desperate, his complexion changing from white to purple, then to red, one expression after another, so fast it was dazzling.
"That's it..."
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...(End of this chapter)