Jing Jiujiu acted out two scenes with Bai Yuhuai before he couldn't help but start discussing the script.
"This evil spirit... doesn't seem very scary, does it?" Not even as scary as himself.
Bai Yuhuai raised his hand, flipped to page 79, and ran his finger over a line of text, saying calmly: "Isn't this quite scary?"
Jing Jiujiu looked down and read:
Chang Yue was firmly pressed against the bed, emitting a hoarse, dying sound from his throat. A pair of pale white hands gradually appeared on his neck.
The evil spirit straddled his body, making no effort to conceal its malevolence and viciousness.
He vaguely felt a hint of blurred pleasure between life and death.
Sounds also faintly came from upstairs, tap-tap-tap, as if a woman was pacing back and forth in high heels...
Jing Jiujiu found this rather frightening.
But then he thought about straddling Bai Yuhuai, which seemed quite improper.
Jing Jiujiu reflected on himself for a moment.
He had often thought about straddling Bai Yuhuai before.
Evidently, he was just an improper ghost.
"Or look at this part," Bai Yuhuai said again.
Jing Jiujiu looked down again:
It mounted Chang Yue's body.
It curiously looked at itself in the mirror, then raised its hand, gently tracing its eyebrows, nose bridge, Adam's apple... It took off its shirt and trousers, standing in front of the mirror, quietly caressing this body.
The moonlight cast two long shadows behind the body, the shadows intertwining, their fingers seeming to lock together.
Jing Jiujiu read this with a head full of question marks.
If this wasn't a perverted ghost, what was it?
The scriptwriter didn't seem like a horror novelist, but more like an erotic horror novelist.
Jing Jiujiu asked quietly, "How are you going to film this part?"
Soon, Jing Jiujiu found out.
Bai Yuhuai asked him in a low voice, "Do you want to try what it feels like to possess my body?"
Jing Jiujiu hesitantly placed his hand on his shoulder. This was the first time Jing Jiujiu had possessed someone since becoming a ghost.
In fact, nothing could possess Bai Yuhuai's body except for Jing Jiujiu.
He had tasted Bai Yuhuai's blood, and their "energies" had already merged. Jing Jiujiu gently tried, and he became one with Bai Yuhuai.
That feeling was particularly wondrous.
Jing Jiujiu tried to raise his hand, and so Bai Yuhuai raised his hand too.
He cupped his own face, and so Bai Yuhuai cupped his face too.
Looking in the mirror, Jing Jiujiu quickly felt this action was quite strange, so he hastily put his hand down again.
At this moment, Director Gong's light cough came from outside the frame. The man behind him took out a handkerchief and wiped his mouth.
Director Gong spoke hoarsely, as if pulling on a broken bellows: "Isn't this too much for Mr. Bai?"
Jing Jiujiu: "No."
I can't embarrass Bai Yuhuai.
Jing Jiujiu then followed the script, gently tracing Bai Yuhuai's eyebrows, nose bridge... This feeling was strange, but also wonderful.
In Bai Yuhuai's chest, his heart was beating powerfully and rapidly.
So Jing Jiujiu felt as if his own heartbeat had also quickened, his breath slightly held, all the pores of his body opening up. An indescribable feeling spread from his feet all the way up to the top of his head...
Unlike the eeriness in the script.
Jing Jiujiu's hand lightly caressed Bai Yuhuai's neck, feeling as if his and Bai Yuhuai's blood were boiling together.
It was a more intimate yet restless feeling.
Is this... what being in love feels like?
In reality, it was only about half a minute.
Jing Jiujiu's mind wandered slightly.
Bai Yuhuai quickly regained control of his own body.
Director Gong coughed violently outside the frame. He raised his hand and waved, and the man beside him shouted in his place: "Alright, cut! That was excellent!"
Everyone on set felt a bit cold, unconsciously shrugging their shoulders.
The staff member shivered as he brought over some warm water and asked, "Bai-ge, do you want to drink something to warm up?"
After all, Bai Yuhuai was only wearing thin trousers on his lower body, and his shirt was off.
Bai Yuhuai slowly lifted his eyelids and said calmly, "Thank you, no need."
At that moment, the staff member was stunned for a second, feeling as if he couldn't look at him directly.
"Mr. Bai, please go back and rest for a while, warm up. We'll film the second group's scenes next..." the man beside Director Gong spoke for him.
Bai Yuhuai didn't refuse, just responded faintly and methodically buttoned up his shirt before turning to go downstairs.
Their filming location was on the 3rd floor of an old residential building.
The room Bai Yuhuai and the others had chosen earlier was on the 2nd floor.
Xu Sanyu saw him going downstairs and hurriedly followed.
"You didn't get cold, did you? It's so cold today," Xu Sanyu said with a shiver. "It feels like the cold is seeping into my bones."
Bai Yuhuai said calmly, "Then go back to your room, wrap yourself tightly in the blanket, don't make a sound, close your eyes tight, and you'll warm up soon."
Xu Sanyu responded dazedly and turned back to his own room, actually wrapping himself tightly in the blanket.
Meanwhile, Bai Yuhuai entered his room. Jing Jiujiu slowly struggled out of his body and lay on Bai Yuhuai's back, his voice soft as if both praising and whining: "Bai Yuhuai, your abs are so beautiful..."
Even though there was no blood flowing through them.
But when touched, they still felt hot.
Jing Jiujiu's words were cut off at this point.
Bai Yuhuai grabbed him off his back, pulled him into his arms, and kissed him.
This was different from every previous kiss.
Bai Yuhuai repeatedly caressed the back of his neck and spine lightly, the ticklish and numb sensation quickly spreading through his new body.
Precisely because he hadn't had normal sensations for many years, once he could feel again, he became even more sensitive.
Jing Jiujiu lay on Bai Yuhuai's shoulder, excitedly and eagerly breathing slightly... Oh no, he didn't actually breathe.
Bai Yuhuai pressed him against the door, held his waist, lifted his leg, and entered him.
The heat radiating from the man's body no longer felt uncomfortable. On the contrary, Jing Jiujiu couldn't help but want to wrap around him tighter, to feel the slightly damp heat more closely.
Jing Jiujiu's eyes were bright as he bit Bai Yuhuai's ear, holding back the strange sounds in his throat.
In another room, the atmosphere was very different.
Xu Sanyu kept his eyes tightly shut, but above his head came a "tap-tap-tap" sound, like high heels hitting the floor.
At first, he thought it was just the film crew shooting upstairs.
But those footsteps went back and forth, only circling that spot above his head.
Thinking back to what Jing Jiujiu had told him the day before about being touched by a ghost, Xu Sanyu felt like all the pores on his body were about to burst open.
Fortunately, he still remembered Bai Yuhuai's words: wrap tightly in the blanket, close your eyes tight, don't speak.
In the narrow space, apart from the footsteps, there was only the thudding of Xu Sanyu's heartbeat.
About half an hour passed, and the footsteps stopped. Instead, more sounds flooded into Xu Sanyu's ears.
Doors opening, windows pushing open.
The gas stove being turned on, oil going into the pan, sizzling, the iron spatula stir-frying.
People talking in low murmurs, seeming to include laughter, mixed with a bit of TV background noise...
A scene rich with the atmosphere of daily life suddenly constructed itself in Xu Sanyu's mind.
But this only made him feel more terrified.
It was as if... as if this entire building had suddenly come alive.
...
In room 202.
Jing Jiujiu started shedding bloody tears again. He held tightly onto Bai Yuhuai's neck and suddenly said in a daze: "...Today seems to be my birthday."
Bai Yuhuai responded, "Mm, I know."
He said quietly, "I'm twenty-five years old now."
Bai Yuhuai kissed his eyelids and corrected him: "No, you're nineteen."
As if he had never died, never lonely celebrated his nineteenth birthday in that ancient castle.
Jing Jiujiu cried and then smiled. He bit Bai Yuhuai's shoulder, then licked it, his small mouth chattering: "Bai Yuhuai, I feel a bit hot in my bottom..."
Bai Yuhuai bit his lip, swallowing the rest of his words.
Jing Jiujiu bit him once: "Mmm... I feel... like there's some movement upstairs? Is it a ghost? I saw some... yin energy... on Xu Sanyu the other day..."
Bai Yuhuai's cold expression was tinged with a hint of passion.
He said carelessly: "Don't worry about it."
He truly didn't pay any attention to the commotion around them, just as he had said.
By the time Jing Jiujiu had a chance to speak again, two hours had passed.
He rubbed his smooth belly and said, "I feel like it's a bit hot inside too."
Bai Yuhuai: "Let me feel it."
Jing Jiujiu let him touch, while quietly saying, "The sounds from upstairs are so scary." He paused, then added, "But it's also exciting."
Bai Yuhuai: "Mm." He gently stroked Jing Jiujiu's head. "Wait for me a moment."
He got up, still wearing only thin trousers, his upper body bearing faint marks that Jing Jiujiu had struggled mightily to leave.
He walked out the door just like that, heading upstairs.
The third floor, which should have been lively, was now completely silent. Not a sound could be heard from the film crew, and even the usual noises of cooking and people talking had disappeared.
Bai Yuhuai walked straight ahead without looking around and opened the door to room 503.
The living room of 503 had an easel set up, with a bucket of art supplies beside it and a palette of paints on a small table.
Bai Yuhuai swept everything into the bucket in one motion, picked it up with one hand, and effortlessly lifted the easel with the other, turning to head back downstairs.
He had already checked every room here the day before.
Room 503 was silent, with no ghosts or people.
But it felt as if a pair of eyes was secretly watching from behind.
The door suddenly slammed shut with a "thud," blocking Bai Yuhuai's path.
Bai Yuhuai's expression didn't change at all. He said calmly, "You should think carefully about whether you want to live longer by being smart, or die quickly by being foolish."
The door slowly opened again.
Those eyes, fearful yet resentful, watched as Bai Yuhuai walked away.
Bai Yuhuai returned to room 203.
He set up the easel, put a new sheet of paper on it, and prepared the paints with water.
Jing Jiujiu slowly sat up and asked in a daze, "What are you doing?"
Bai Yuhuai: "Painting."
"Painting who?"
"You."
Every year on his birthday, a portrait would be made.
This year, Bai Yuhuai was the one painting it.
Jing Jiujiu suddenly felt hot all over - his bottom, his belly, and even his eyes.
He flopped down and stretched his neck towards Bai Yuhuai, thinking for a moment before making a bold suggestion: "Why don't you paint me nude?"
Bai Yuhuai: ?
That's so like you.
After a few seconds, Bai Yuhuai's lips softened into a slight smile, and he replied, "Alright."
The atmosphere in room 203 became as peaceful and beautiful as spring.
In room 202, Xu Sanyu was clutching the corner of his blanket tightly. "Wuu-wuu-wuu, it's so scary! I can't hold it anymore! I feel like I might die!"