I Got Together with the Scum Gong’s White Moonlight - Chapter 3
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- Chapter 3 - Nothing More Than a Plaything
After staying in the hospital for nearly a week, she was finally discharged.
Gu Ming asked if she wanted her to come and pick her up, but she politely declined.
She had no face to see her, nor did she dare to see her.
Yan Ling’s malicious question still echoed in her ears, disgusting her to the point that she wanted to vomit with guilt just by looking at herself.
She had failed Gu Ming.
What was even more sinful was that, even so, she still yearned for Gu Ming.
The double cover was a sister-themed cover, but after the drama aired, their CP (couple) fans increased day by day. For the sake of heat and attention, the actions and poses proposed by the photographer were all slightly ambiguous and borderline suggestive.
To be able to stick so close to Gu Ming, she was naturally joyful, but she was afraid of being seen through by Gu Ming, so she could only forcibly suppress it.
As a result, suppressing it too much was mistaken for unwillingness and reluctance, and the photographer had to remind her several times.
“Are you embarrassed? You’re a bit stiff,” Gu Ming said, almost brushing against her earlobe.
The shooting site was actually very noisy, and her voice was microscopic, but when it rang by her ear, it was like a sudden clap of thunder striking her heart.
Her heart beat like a war drum.
“……I’m just a little unaccustomed to this,” she could only use this clumsy excuse.
“Relax a bit, we are both girls, it’s fine to get closer.” Gu Ming’s laughing voice was like threads of silk, like a spring breeze brushing against her face; it both fanned her ears red and ignited her blood.
Forcibly pressing down her violent heartbeat, she plucked up her courage and leaned a bit closer to her body.
Gu Ming was nearly ten centimeters taller than her, with a height of 1.72 meters. Paired with a valiant female knight outfit, a high ponytail, and facial contours deliberately painted to look heroic, she, who was weak and delicate, leaning against her in a single, thin, floor-length dress, was contrasted to look exceptionally petite and vulnerable.
She gazed at her profile with deep attachment and admiration, but when she discovered that the direction of Gu Ming’s eyes never held her existence from beginning to end, her gaze could not help but become resentful and full of hidden grievance.
To borrow a popular phrase of the current time to describe this scene: I resent that the bright moon hangs high, yet it does not shine on me alone.
In the drama, she was exactly such a character who loved but could not obtain.
They were sisters with no blood relationship, and she had also always thought that her older sister would not be sincere to her. She guarded against her, envied her, and was jealous of her, making secret trouble time and time again, only to be discovered and forgiven, and to be tolerated. She could not help but fall in love with this gentle and powerful sister, but hatefully, her sister’s gaze would not stop upon her forever; her sister’s heart was too big, too broad, accommodating all things.
She could not tolerate it, so she chose destruction.
She wanted to erase everything other than herself that was being watched and cared about by her sister.
The cover was shot based on this emotional line as the benchmark. She had to pretend to be obedient in front of Gu Ming, and expose herself behind people’s backs, so that others could see the contrast and tension.
If it were anyone else, they might not have agreed to shoot this set of photos, as the focus was almost entirely on Gu Yan.
But Gu Ming did not care about this, and her outstanding appearance and acting skills were also enough to pull the focus back.
She was not completely unaware of her sister Gu Yan’s feelings.
It was just that her heart held the world, the public was greater than the private, and she indeed could not give her sister the exclusive favor she wanted.
But she could forgive her sister time and time again, tolerate her sister, and clean up her messes for her; how was this not placing her in a special position?
She likewise loved her sister.
Therefore, in places where her sister could not see, she would similarly reveal a helpless, doting indulgence, as well as a selfish satisfaction and wickedness.
Who said an older sister has no selfishness, and no dark side of human nature?
Of course, this point was not explicitly displayed in the drama; it was interpreted and analyzed by various fans who were deeply obsessed with the pairing. They unanimously believed that the sisters were a mutual double-arrow, it was just that the older sister was even more cunning, black-hearted on the inside.
After this set of double photos was exposed, it was a carnival for the CP fans. One after another, they clamored for the real people to come forward and confirm their taboo love. Their eyes, their body movements, and their behind-the-scenes double interviews were the best proof.
Because of this, Gu Yan rode another wave of favorable wind and became fiercely popular.
But similarly, she was taught a severe lesson by Yan Ling again, shrinking on the ground unable to get up.
The riding crop whipping on the body really hurt. Those places that had just gotten well not long ago surged fiercely with pain; a single movement brought shudders.
But she only wanted to laugh, to laugh out loud.
She was famous now. Yan Ling could not stop her from approaching Gu Ming anymore. Seeing Yan Ling’s powerless and furious appearance, she felt incomparably gratified.
Yan Ling was enraged by her unyielding, provocative posture, and smiled while grinding her teeth sinisterly: “Do you think that because you are famous now, I can’t deal with you?”
“Gu Yan, don’t forget what kind of thing you are. If it is exposed at this kind of time that you are nothing more than a plaything kept and played with by me, will Gu Ming still pay attention to you? Will she still get close to a piece of trash like you who has been played to ruin by someone else?”
A critical strike to the heart.
Gu Yan fiercely clenched her fists.
But very quickly, she also began to laugh: “Do you dare? Yan Ling, do you know that you are really pathetic? You like Gu Ming, but due to her background and identity, you dare not confess your heart to her, so you can only disgustingly look for stand-ins everywhere to insult her.”
“Yes, if she knows that I am a plaything kept by you, she won’t pay attention to me anymore. But what about you? If she knows that you have such disgusting and dirty thoughts toward her, how will she look at you and how will she treat you? Can she tolerate you using such foul means to insult her?”
Yan Ling instantly bit the inside of one side of her cheek.
Seeing her vulnerability being gripped, making her look angry but daring not to speak, Gu Yan simply wanted to laugh out loud.
She also felt rejoiced, rejoiced for Gu Ming; fortunately, Gu Ming’s identity was hard enough, and she would not fall to a plight like hers.
“You have reminded me instead. A plaything should look like a plaything.” Yan Ling’s psychological quality was excellent, and she calmed down very quickly. She unbuttoned her clothes with one hand while walking close to her.
She perceptively sensed danger and wanted to retreat, but the violent and dense pain on her body hindered her.
Her hair was grabbed in a handful, and a pulling pain came from her scalp; she was forced to raise her head to look at Yan Ling.
Yan Ling maliciously curled her lips and pinched her cheek: “What a foul mouth. It just so happens that I am free tonight; I will reluctantly teach you how to speak to your master.”
Her heart suddenly accelerated. She thought of something, and her face turned deathly pale.
“I don’t want to… let go—”
“An object has no qualification to say no.”
Almost being dragged by her hair, she was dragged into that room she feared the most.
The parts of her body that had been whipped, and the parts that had been grazed by the stairs, ached minutely and densely, but it was far from reaching the fear she was about to experience in a moment.
Just as she was let go, she jumped up wanting to run out, but the door was already locked. It was Yan Ling’s fingerprint lock; she could not open it at all. She could only watch with open eyes as Yan Ling took out things that looked like torture instruments, one by one, slowly, and arranged them on the bed.
“Come over here.”
She leaned tightly against the door without moving, staring in terror at that bed of terrifying and obscene objects.
She would rather Yan Ling beat her eight hundred times than be tortured by her with these things.
But she could never learn to be good. Even if she had a shadow over this room and over Yan Ling’s alternative methods, she could not control her mouth. She could not accept Yan Ling breaking her hope time and time again, exposing her unsightly essence.
Yan Ling had not used this kind of method to lesson her for a long time, so much so that, so much so that she…
“I don’t want to say it a second time, Gu Yan. You are a smart person; you shouldn’t be so stupid as to anger me at this kind of time.”
“Kneel down, and crawl over.”