Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 560 The Little Demon 21

This line wasn't even in the script!

His low voice was like a feather scratching the most sensitive part of her heart. The word "Give it a try?" was so bewitching that it made her tense up.

She raised her eyes in panic and met his bottomless pupils - there was no longer a pure character in the play, the concentration was too real, so hot that it almost set her on fire.

She instinctively tried to step back, and her body just leaned back slightly.

At this moment, Chi Jingchen made an even more "out-of-bounds" move.

As if it was a completely natural reaction to the rhythm of the play, or as if it was a capture of her instinctive retreat, his long, slender arms stretched forward very naturally.

He didn't touch her directly, but his target was the thin blanket that had slipped to the edge of the sofa as she leaned back.

"Be careful." His voice was very soft and slow, with a hint of subtle intimacy. However, his fingertips did not land precisely on the blanket.

That bony hand, with its masculine warmth and slightly dry feeling, "inadvertently" and extremely briefly brushed against the back of Yun Chu's hand, which was resting on the sofa beside him, as it reached for the blanket.

It touched and left in an instant, as fast as a weak electric current passing through.

"boom--!"

Yun Chu felt as if he was ignited by this sudden touch, and blood rushed to his head instantly.

The skin, which was already frighteningly red, quickly spread from the cheeks, ears, neck, and even the exposed collarbone was dyed with the warm color of the sunset.

She shuddered suddenly, her hands curled up as if burned, and hid them at her sides. Her heartbeat was like a dense drumbeat, beating wildly, almost bursting out of her chest.

She felt like her whole body was burning, like a live steamed shrimp, steaming and dizzy.

Chi Jingchen's fingers paused in the air for half a second, as if he "realized" that he had picked up the wrong target, and turned calmly and smoothly to pick up the thin blanket that had slipped off.

He placed the blanket next to her, his movements so natural and impeccable, as if the insignificant "accident" just now was really just an accident.

But the heat beneath the icy lake in his eyes did not subside. Instead, it burned even more brightly because of this small touch and her intense and unconcealable reaction, revealing a hint of real, pleased satisfaction.

He looked at her as if he was admiring a masterpiece, his eyes lingering on her flushed skin, and the corners of his lips curled up in an extremely tiny arc that only he understood.

"Yes, that's right." He spoke again, the exploration that belonged to the character still in his voice, but deeper in his voice seemed to be mixed with a hint of hidden encouragement, as if confirming her true reaction at the moment, "Real... awkward, shy."

He paused slightly, his eyes focused on her evasive gaze and the trembling of her lips, "...it's more touching than what's written in the script."

He returned his gaze to the script, tapping the paper with his knuckled fingers, precisely pointing to the next line she needed to read: "Continue? In this sentence, try to find that...real feeling of panic."

Yun Chu's mind was still blank and blood was roaring in his ears.

The lingering warmth of his touch remained on the back of her hand like a brand, and his words—the words "more touching than the script"—were like a soft feather brushing across her heart, making it tingle and making her want to curl up.

She felt like a puppet being manipulated by Chi Jingchen. Under the legitimate pretext of "acting out", he was leading her step by step into the web of ambiguity he had woven, and the center of this web was precisely himself.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her frantic heartbeat, and tried to focus her eyes on the dense black characters on the script, but the words were blurry and swaying in her eyes, and she could not enter her mind.

Her palms were sweaty from nervousness. She had no idea what she was reciting, only that her voice was soft as water, with a genuine tremor and shyness that had not yet faded, as she stumbled over lines that should have belonged to another character.

The man opposite was appreciating her various reactions to him with a knowing and almost research-like look, as if he was tasting a unique and delicious dish that he had carefully prepared for her.

The carefully constructed atmosphere of rivalry, which was full of "selfishness", slowly settled and spread between the two people, dyeing everything with rosy beauty.

The broad leaves of the fiddle-leaf fig silently stretched out in an unnoticed corner, and the leaves glowed with a soft, contented luster under the setting sun.

"Is it over?" Yun Chu asked softly, his voice a little unnatural and hoarse.

"This show is over." Chi Jingchen turned sideways to look at her, with the corners of his lips raised in a perfect arc, which was both professional and had a hint of the lingering aftertaste of the "show" just now.

His eyes swept over her face, as if to confirm whether she had calmed down from her intense shyness. "But there is something I think you should hear."

He paused, then extended the invitation naturally, with a certainty that brooked no refusal. "I just finished a new version of the song, and I haven't played it for anyone else yet. I'd like to hear your first impressions. Screenwriters often have unique perspectives."

"New song?" Yun Chu was a little surprised and also felt a little curious.

"Yes, it's in the next workshop." Chi Jingchen tilted his head towards the half-open door next to him. "If it's convenient?"

His suggestion was reasonable and respectful of professional opinion. But for Yun Chu, the words "his studio" itself carried a strong sense of privacy. Unlike the living room he had just used for "rehearsing," it was the core area where he created music.

Yun Chu's heartbeat quietly quickened. She looked into his sincere eyes, unable to find a reason to refuse, and she also... didn't seem to want to refuse. "Okay... okay."

She nodded, stood up, and subconsciously straightened the corners of her clothes, which were not actually messy.

The feeling of being spied on and being pulled resurfaced, but it was strangely intertwined with a throbbing feeling of being trusted and treated specially.

Chi Jingchen's eyes flashed with a subtle glint of triumph, and the curve of his mouth deepened almost imperceptibly. He was the first to push open the wooden door connecting his bedroom and studio.

The moment he stepped into the room, Yun Chu was enveloped by a stronger personal aura.

The space here is not particularly large, but the equipment is professional and clean.

Dark sound-absorbing panels cover the walls, professional monitor speakers stand in the corners, and a large black mixing console with soft indicator lights flashes, occupying the core position.

There are several unique guitars hanging on the wall, a long sofa covered with a thick blanket is leaning against the wall, and some music books are scattered around.

The air was filled with the cool scent of leather, wood, and the metal of the device itself.

Chi Jingchen gestured for Yun Chu to sit on the sofa.

He pulled over the high-legged swivel chair in front of the mixing console and operated a few times on the computer.

He didn't play it immediately, but instead turned his body slightly and looked at her on the sofa.

The twilight made the light in the room soft and ambiguous, and the cold backlight of the mixing console illuminated half of his handsome face.

"Are you ready?" he asked, his voice a little deeper than usual, but it was particularly clear in the quiet studio, with a strange magnetism.

"...Hmm." Yun Chu's voice was barely audible. The sofa was soft, sinking her whole body into it. She felt like a small animal walking into a hunter's carefully crafted, comfortable cage.