The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 33: 033: Hands look good, want to touch (first update)

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Are you also attracted to my beauty?”

He shouldn’t have asked, it was too abrupt. Without sorting himself out first, he impulsively pushed forward, which was indeed improper.

But if he didn’t ask, he felt uneasy.

Within seconds, Zhou Xufang replied; four continuous beeps. She sent four messages, and as he clicked on her avatar, his palms began to sweat.

Zhou Xufang: “I am not.”

Zhou Xufang: “Really, I’m not.”

Zhou Xufang: “You have to believe me.”

Zhou Xufang: “I am not attracted!”

Four consecutive messages, each more urgent and sincere than the last, even using exclamation marks. She was just short of swearing to heaven to show her sincerity.

Jiang Zhi: “…”

Great, after asking, he felt even more uneasy.

This Zhou Xufang!

Jiang Zhi threw his phone aside again, forcibly pulled two tissues, and impatiently wiped the stains on his pants. If he dealt with her again, he was a dog.

Zhou Xufang hadn’t received a reply from Jiang Zhi for a long time and thought he wouldn’t respond anymore. Just as she was about to get up to rinse—

Ding.

Another message came, eight minutes after the last one.

“The crew needs a hand double, are you in? Only hand shots.”

Hand double?

Zhou Xufang pondered.

Jiang Zhi sent another message: “The pay is twenty thousand.”

She quickly replied: “I’m in.”

Twenty thousand, she could buy a wall of cotton candy, how happy.

“Then come over at eight tomorrow morning.”

The corners of her mouth curved slightly, an inadvertent smile, and the indifference in her eyes faded, replaced by vibrant brilliance.

She replied: “Okay.”

So happy, she was going to eat a few cotton candies.

WeChat was still ringing. Zhou Xufang couldn’t find her slippers, didn’t know where she’d kicked them, went barefoot to get her phone, and stuffed three candies into her mouth, squinting from the sweetness.

“Zhou Xufang.”

“Hmm.”

Jiang Zhi said nothing else, just continued sending her name.

“Zhou Xufang.”

“Hmm?”

“Zhou Xufang.”

She had nothing to say: “.”

Then WeChat went quiet, but only for a while before Jiang Zhi called her again.

“Zhou Xufang.”

Zhou Xufang put the pretty cotton candy box away. Lately, she thought Jiang Zhi was even prettier than that box. Since he was so pretty, she wouldn’t mind his annoyance. She liked everything pretty and pleasant, especially these days when she was a bit more wicked, wanting to steal all the beautiful things. She even wanted to take the pretty lamp from the congee shop home, to look at day and night. If she didn’t go to Moon Bay, she might even steal Jiang Zhi and place him by her bedside, so she would see him as soon as she opened her eyes.

Forget about Moon Bay, she couldn’t steal Jiang Zhi; he was fragile, and Moon Bay was cold. He would freeze to death.

Zhou Xufang didn’t continue daydreaming and replied to Jiang Zhi: “What’s up?”

“Nothing.”

“But you kept calling me.”

Jiang Zhi typed especially fast. Each message only took a few seconds: “Just wanted to see how severe your OCD is.”

Zhou Xufang, with nothing to say: “.”

“Zhou Xufang.”

“Hmm.”

“Zhou Xufang.”

“My OCD is really severe; stop messaging, I’m going to sleep.”

“Sleep then.”

“.”

Zhou Xufang went to bed barefoot. Just as she put her phone down, WeChat rang again.

“Zhou Xufang.”

She pursed her lips, reached for her phone: “I’m sleeping.”

“You sleep, I’ll text.”

“.”

“Zhou Xufang.”

Her cheeks puffed up. For the first time, she found this person so annoying, wanting to pinch him until he cried. She lay there, too tired to move, shut her eyes and tried to fall asleep. No, she had to get up and reply.

She got up, irritably tugged at her hair, reached for her phone, and replied with a period.

“Zhou Xufang.”

She yawned, so sleepy: “.”

Jiang Zhi: “Zhou Xufang.”

Jiang Zhi: “Last time, don’t reply, go to sleep.”

She put down her phone and lay down.

No, she had to reply…

She got up again, reached for her phone, and wiped away the physiological tears that welled up from tiredness, replying: “.”

Then, finally, it was quiet.

Zhou Xufang crawled into her pitch-black blanket, wrapping herself up like a silkworm cocoon. Before falling asleep, she pondered, what if Jiang Zhi keeps doing this to her in the future…

Should she block him?

No, he had a bad temper and would get mad. If he got mad, she might lose her role as an extra.

Then should she steal him, so he couldn’t use his phone at night?

No, that would expose her. Jiang Zhi might call the cops and capture her, thinking she was a scum who kidnapped him for lust.

Maybe just steal his phone at night and return it during the day…

Thinking this, Zhou Xufang fell asleep. She rarely dreamed but had a dream about Jiang Zhi. He was tied to the pretty lamp in the congee shop, crying and calling her a scum and a villain for kidnapping both him and the lamp…

Zhou Xufang woke up in fright, saw the time, and realized she had only slept for half an hour. She turned over and continued to sleep.

On the other side, Jiang Zhi stared at the period on his phone screen, smiled a bit, then his face darkened, his eyes turning cold instantly. Damn, what was he doing? Was he a dog?

He grabbed a blanket and lay on the sofa. It was already the latter half of the night, yet he wasn’t sleepy at all. The light was glaring, so he raised his hand to block the light above his head and naturally saw the two red marks on the back of his hand.

That girl had quite the grip; the marks hadn’t faded yet. That hand… that hand was quite pretty, very white…

Jiang Zhi suddenly sat up, irritably sighed, and fished for his phone to dial a number.

Vice Director Zhao received a call from the privileged director in the middle of the night, instantly waking up: “Director Jiang?”

“Hmm.”

Vice Director Zhao checked the time on his phone.

Crap, it was two in the morning.

“It’s so late. Do you need something?” When did this master start staying up late? Doesn’t he usually sleep by eight?

Jiang Zhi’s voice was hoarse from lack of sleep, but he was mentally alert: “I found a hand double, prepare for it. Tomorrow you personally guide her on set.”

“A hand double?” Saying that so late at night? Vice Director Zhao wondered if he was dreaming. “For whom?”

Jiang Zhi gritted his teeth, his voice low and hoarse: “Who do you think?”

The tone, unexpectedly seductive, making Vice Director Zhao think of a sexy, lazy cat in heat, even though the cat’s claws were too sharp, making one uneasy.

“Yu Ran— she needs a hand double?”

Before Vice Director Zhao could finish asking, Jiang Zhi lazily replied, “Her hands are prettier, why not a double?”

Vice Director Zhao: “…”

Where did this sense of pride come from? He wondered if the director had a condition from staying up late.

Next day, on set.

Ah Wan felt something was off when his employer stared at the same spot for over ten minutes.

“Boss.”

No reaction.

Ah Wan raised his voice: “Boss?”

Still no reaction.

Ah Wan walked in front of him: “What are you looking at?” His gaze was like a monk seeing meat.

Jiang Zhi’s sharp brows furrowed, his eyes instantly turning from warm blossoms to icy flowers: “You’re in my way.”

“…”

Ah Wan silently moved aside and secretly followed his employer’s line of sight.

Oh, it was Miss Zhou, who was applying film.

Jiang Zhi stared at Zhou Xufang’s hands, looking again and again, thinking they were increasingly beautiful.

Wanting to touch.

Really wanting to.

He was watching intently when a figure in a cheongsam blocked his view.

It was Fang Lixiang, in her costume, twisting her way to Zhou Xufang, smiling like a flower: “Xu Fang, are you cold?”

The sun was out today, it was about four to five degrees.

Zhou Xufang shook her head. She couldn’t really feel the cold or heat, just had a low body temperature and told people she was afraid of the cold, so she could bundle up more.

But Fang Lixiang thought she was cold and draped her own down jacket over her.

Then she asked, “Xu Fang, are you hungry?”

Zhou Xufang had just had breakfast, eaten three crates of soup dumplings, and drank two cans of milk, so she shook her head: “I’m not hungry.”

Fang Lixiang, as if not hearing, shoved two big bags of snacks in Zhou Xufang’s hands: “I bought you some tasty snacks, eat them when you’re hungry.”

Today, Urala’s Lixiang was particularly enthusiastic.

Zhou Xufang took them: “Thank you.” Courtesy dictates reciprocity; next time, she had to buy Fang Lixiang two bags.

Having taken care of Zhou Xufang’s food and warmth, Fang Lixiang asked again, “Thirsty?”

Before Zhou Xufang could answer.

Fang Lixiang brought over a box of AD calcium milk: “I bought you some milk. The brand you usually drink is imported; I haven’t gotten it yet. Drink this for now; it’s also very tasty.”

Zhou Xufang hadn’t tried this one before.

She put the two bags of snacks down and blankly took the milk, feeling a bit unaccustomed to Fang Lixiang’s enthusiasm.

“Xu Fang, if anyone bullies you on set, you must tell me, okay?” She looked righteous and brave, “Urala’s Lixiang has your back.”

Just as she finished her heroic words, Vice Director Zhao roared.

“Fang Lixiang, get over here and start working!”