vstars Chapter 4 Happy Anniversary, wait a minute!
Chapter 4 Happy Anniversary, wait a minute!
The lights were on in the room when Gao Huan swiped his card to enter.
Naza sat on the bed, wearing a loose sweatshirt, her hair tied in a bun, revealing her delicate face.
Her features were the kind of beauty that was quite striking, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a high nose bridge, like a rose with thorns.
When she saw Gao Huan come in, she stood up, put her hands on her hips, and looked him up and down.
"You smell like someone else," she said.
Gao Huan took off his coat and hung it on the hanger: "Chen Duling's."
Naza was stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting him to be so direct.
"You're quite honest," she said, pursing her lips.
"I'll answer your question if you ask. What's the point of hiding it?"
Naza walked over, stood on tiptoe, sniffed his neck, and then wrinkled her nose: "Other women's perfume smells awful."
Gao Huan didn't say anything, walked to the bedside, sat down, and began to untie his shoelaces.
Naza followed him, stood in front of him, and looked down at him: "Don't you have anything to explain to me?"
"Explain what?"
"Explain why you went out to dinner and a movie with another woman, and even kissed her there."
Gao Huan looked up at her and asked, "You saw it?"
"Yes, Sister Yangyang told me everything." Nazha pointed to her nose. "Also, my nose is more sensitive than a dog's."
Gao Huan couldn't help but chuckle.
Naza got even angrier when she saw him smile, and reached out and slapped him on the shoulder:
"You're still laughing! Do you know I flew all the way from Beijing to give you a surprise? And what do you do? You give me a shock first."
"What surprise?"
"It was supposed to be a surprise, but I don't want to talk about it now."
Naza sat down on the other side of the bed, arms crossed, refusing to look at Gao Huan.
Gao Huan put the shoes aside, leaned against the headboard, and looked at her.
Naza is the kind of girl who looks beautiful even when she's angry.
Her features are so striking that even when she's expressionless, she exudes a radiant beauty.
But her personality is completely opposite to her appearance. Calling her naive and innocent is a bit of an exaggeration, but she is indeed not very good at using her brain.
It's been almost three years, and Gao Huan has long since gotten used to it.
"Have you eaten?" he asked.
"I ate it, it was on the plane, it was awful."
"Shall we go downstairs to get something to eat later?"
"I'm not eating, I'm too angry."
Gao Huan smiled again.
Naza heard him laugh, turned around and glared at him: "You still have the nerve to laugh?"
"Why aren't you smiling? You look quite cute when you're angry."
Naza blushed slightly, but quickly straightened up again: "Don't think I'll forgive you just because you say a few nice words."
"So what do you want?"
Naza thought about it and realized she didn't know what she wanted either.
She's not the kind of girl who makes a fuss, or rather, she can't make a fuss.
Every time she got angry with Gao Huan, she was the one who always gave up first, because Gao Huan never argued with her. He didn't say much, but every word he said made it impossible for her to stay angry.
This is probably the tragedy of a foolishly love-struck person.
Naza sometimes feels like she has a split personality.
She was beautiful, and countless people had pursued her since she was a child, but she fell in love with Gao Huan.
The reason I like him is simple: he is smart, he is calm, and he has something about him that makes me feel at ease.
The problem is, smart men are often not good at sweet-talking.
She sighed, leaned closer, and rested her head on Gao Huan's shoulder.
"Do you like Chen Duling?" she asked.
Gao Huan thought for a moment: "I wouldn't say I like it, but I don't dislike it either."
"Then why are you with her?"
She said she liked me.
Naza looked up at him: "She said she liked you, so you got together with her?"
"I told her I wanted to date her for two weeks, and she agreed."
Naza opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.
She felt this made perfect sense in Gao Huan's logic.
That's just the kind of person he is. He doesn't care about anything, he doesn't really refuse anyone, but he never takes the initiative.
He is like a mirror; whatever you give him, he reflects back, but the mirror itself is empty.
"And what about me?" she asked. "Why did you get together with me in the first place?"
Gao Huan looked down at her: "You asked me the same question three years ago."
"I know, I want to hear it again."
Gao Huan was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Because you were the one who pursued me the most."
Naza paused for a moment, then laughed, and as she laughed, her eyes welled up with tears.
"Can't you say something nicer?"
"The nice thing is," Gao Huan said, "that you're the only person who makes me feel that dating isn't so boring."
Naza's tears fell, but the corners of her mouth were turned up.
She wiped away her tears, then hugged Gao Huan tightly around the waist and buried her face in his chest.
"Gao Huan."
"Um."
Do you know how much I like you?
"Know."
"You know nothing," Nazha said sullenly. "If you really knew, you wouldn't go out to eat and watch movies with other women."
Gao Huan didn't say anything, but reached out and patted her on the back.
Naza stayed in his arms for a while, then looked up, her eyes were red, but her expression had returned to normal.
"Fine, I won't argue with you."
She said, "Anyway, I knew what you were like three years ago."
Gao Huan looked down at her and reached out to wipe away the remaining tear stains on her face.
Naza grabbed his hand, kissed it, then let go and stood up.
"I'm going to take a shower."
She went into the bathroom and closed the door.
The sound of water could be heard.
Gao Huan leaned against the headboard, took out his phone, and glanced at it.
There are no new messages on the screen.
The sound of running water came from the bathroom.
He placed his phone on the bedside table, closed his eyes, and opened the system panel.
[Emotional event triggered: Affection levels between the two female leads updated.]
[Chen Duling: Heartbeat Value 87 | Possessiveness 32 | Attachment Value 79]
[Nazha: Heartbeat Index 94 | Possessiveness 88 | Dependence Index 91]
[Note: High emotional value differences may lead to conflict events; host is advised to maintain balance.]
Gao Huan's lips curled slightly.
Balance? He never makes choices.
The bathroom door suddenly opened a crack, and Nazha poked half her head out, her hair already wet and water droplets clinging to her face.
"Oh right, you haven't asked me why I came here today."
Gao Huan opened his eyes: "What are we here for today?"
"Our anniversary together."
Gao Huan paused for a moment, then remembered that today was October 10th, the anniversary of his relationship with Nazha a year ago.
He forgot.
"On October 10th," Nazha said, "I flew all the way from Beijing to commemorate the time we spent together."
After saying that, she pulled her head back and closed the door.
Gao Huan sat on the bed, looking at the blurry light and shadow reflected through the glass of the bathroom door, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up.
A while later, Nazha came out after taking a shower, wearing a red Christmas dress, her hair wrapped in a towel, revealing her slender neck and delicate collarbone.
She walked to the bedside, climbed onto the bed, lay down next to Gao Huan, and tilted her head to look at him.
"Happy birthday," she said.
"Thanks."
"The gift is in your suitcase, I'll give it to you tomorrow."
"it is good."
Naza stared at him for a few seconds, then reached out and touched his face, her fingertips gently tracing the beauty mark at the corner of his eye.
Do you know how old we are?
"22".
"You're 22, past the legal marriage age," Nazha said. "Do you have anything to say about that?"
Gao Huan looked at her: "What do you want to hear?"
Nazha thought for a moment and said, "For example, would you marry me?"
"Are you proposing?"
"Is that not allowed?"
Gao Huan smiled but did not answer.
Nazha rolled her eyes: "I knew it."
She rolled over, lay on her back, and looked at the ceiling.
"Gao Huan."
"Um."
"Do you think we'll get married someday?"
Gao Huan was silent for a moment: "I don't know."
"Can't you say something nicer?"
"The nice thing is," Gao Huan said, "I can't imagine being with anyone else."
Naza turned to look at him, something flashing in her eyes.
She suddenly flipped over, straddled him, placed her hands on either side of his head, and looked down at him.
The Christmas dress was open, revealing the view underneath.
Gao Huan's gaze slid down her face for a moment before returning to her.
Naza noticed his gaze and the corners of her mouth turned up.
"What are you looking at?" she asked.
"It's up to you."
"Is it pretty?"
"nice."
Naza leaned down and bit his lip, then stepped back, her expression suddenly becoming blank, her eyes unfocused, as if she had lost her memory.
She frowned, stared at Gao Huan for a few seconds, and then spoke, her voice carrying a naive confusion:
"Who are you? Wait, where's my boyfriend?"
Gao Huan paused for a moment, then laughed; this was a playful act between them.
He reached out, grabbed the back of Nazha's head, pulled her down, and kissed her.
Naza's lips curled up below his lips, like a cat that had stolen a fish.
The steam in the bathroom slowly dissipated, and the night outside the window was as dark as ink.
The streetlights were still on, and the shadows of the sycamore trees swayed gently on the curtains.
The night is still long.
……
As she moved to the rhythm, Nazha hugged Gao Huan tightly, her voice trembling with a dreamy murmur: "My dear little brother~ I'm so happy. Don't I look especially good, especially obedient, and especially beautiful?"
Gao Huan did not answer.
His eyes were somewhat vacant, as if he was thinking about something else, or as if he wasn't thinking about anything at all.
Naza was not satisfied.
She stopped what she was doing, leaned down, and pressed her lips to his ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe.
Then she changed her address, her voice as light as a feather, with a soft, almost coquettish quality:
"baba~"
Gao Huan's fingers tightened slightly.
The night breeze outside the window stirred the curtains, and the shadows of the streetlights flickered on the walls.
On this night, some people were indulging in tender moments, while others tossed and turned sleeplessly thousands of miles away. Some people's hearts raced because of a photo, while others stared at the data charts with furrowed brows.
Under the same night sky, countless lines are converging on the same point.
……
the next day.
Morning in Shanghai arrives at a moderate pace, with sunlight filtering through the curtains and drawing a thin golden line on the floor.
When Gao Huan woke up, Nazha was still asleep.
She was a restless sleeper, clinging to him like an octopus, her hair disheveled, and her face still bearing the makeup she hadn't completely removed the night before.
Even so, her face is still beautiful, so beautiful that you can't bear to push her away.
Gao Huan gently removed her arm from his body, got out of bed, and went into the bathroom.
The hot water washed over me, washing away the stickiness from the night before.
He stood under the showerhead, eyes closed, replaying the day's events in his mind.
Filming for "The Left Ear" is nearing its end, and he doesn't have many scenes left, but every scene is important.
When Nazha came out of the shower, she was already awake and lying on the bed scrolling through her phone.
"Good morning," she said, her voice still hoarse from just waking up.
"morning."
"Guess what?" Nazha turned her phone screen towards him, "Your film 'The Left Ear' is trending."
Gao Huan walked over, drying his hair, and glanced down at the screen.
The hashtag #LeftEarStillsLeaked# is trending third, with over 100 million views.
Clicking in, the most popular Weibo post was made by an entertainment marketing account, with nine pictures, all of which were stills of Gao Huan on the set of "The Left Ear".
It has a watermark, so it's obviously a candid shot taken by a proxy photographer.
In the photo, Gao Huan is wearing Xu Yi's costume, a white shirt and black pants, standing in a corner of the set, looking down at the script.
The lighting and angle were bad, but that face withstood all the flaws.
One of the photos is a close-up of her profile. The lines of her nose bridge look like they were measured with a ruler, the curve of her jawline is just right, and her eyelashes cast a small fan-shaped shadow under her eyes.
The comments section is exploding.
"What kind of divine beauty is this...?"
"Xu Yi himself!!!"
"I'm dead, I'm dead, I'm dead"
"Please, please release it soon, I can't wait!"
"Am I the only one who thinks he's even more handsome than Xu Yi from the original novel?"
The number of reposts is still rising rapidly.
Nazha rolled her eyes: "These paparazzi are really something else, they photograph everything."
Gao Huan didn't say anything, draped the towel over the back of the chair, and started getting dressed.
Naza watched him get dressed, swallowed hard, then looked down at her phone and suddenly frowned.
"This comment..."
She read it aloud: "'Gao Huan's looks are the kind that can make you cry. It's not just handsome, it's beautiful, a kind of beauty that transcends gender. He standing there is like a painting.'"
After she finished reading, she looked up at Gao Huan and asked, "What do you think?"
"What?"
Do you consider yourself a painting?
Gao Huan finished buttoning his shirt, glanced at her, and asked, "What do you think?"
Naza thought about it seriously and said, "You are not a painting, you are a work of art."
Gao Huan's lips curled slightly, but he didn't reply.
Naza scrolled through a few more comments and suddenly laughed:
"Someone wants to draw you. Look at this—'As an artist, my first reaction upon seeing Gao Huan's face was: I want to draw him, not just his face, but also his temperament, the sense of alienation and fragmentation he exudes.'"
Gao Huan had already gotten dressed and picked up her phone to check the time.
"I'm leaving. There's something going on this morning."
Naza said "Oh," got out of bed, walked barefoot to him, and tiptoed to kiss him on the lips.
"I'll be waiting for you tonight."
"it is good."
Gao Huan opened the door and went out.
Naza stood at the door, watching him disappear at the end of the corridor, then closed the door and collapsed back onto the bed.
She buried her face in the pillow, inhaling his lingering scent, and smiled broadly.
"Good little brother..." she murmured to herself, then smiled, "baba~"
……