DOS
The ice-cold Irene was smiling.
She sat comfortably in the car, and her smile was definitely flawless; in order to create the perfect arc of her mouth, she had practiced before a mirror countless times. For the sake of earning favor from her financial sponsor, she naturally had to do her utmost to play this role of an eye candy well.
Lisa was, as expected, very pleased.
"How did your hair get wet?" Thin, long fingers glided past Irene's temples, lightly fiddling with her raven black hair, aside from the deep voice carried with it a lingering tenderness.
"We just finished shooting the scene where I commit suicide in the bathroom." Irene relaxed her body, and obligingly closed her eyes.
"For the Death movie? I already finished the novel."
"Oh." Irene let out a breath.
"Tired? I'll take you home first."
"You don't need to, it's rare for you to have free time."
"I'm off tomorrow." Lisa laughed quietly, and said close to Irene's ear, "I can spend the entire night with you tonight."
Irene opened her eyes, gazed at her, and asked, "Does the Loud CEO not have thousand things to take care of?"
"I just got back from studio, I would need to recover this tire."
Irene just remind that princess alike trainee, which is she believe that trainee was Lisa's typa girl.
"Aaaah, special mentor visited practice room?"
"I just saw how they practiced and gave objective feedback." Lisa relaxed her body.
"What was her name again? Irene asked quietly, and since Lisa didn't seem want to answer, "And if 7 of them were crying because of certain strict mentor, I bet you're gonna just take care that one girl, huh?"
Lisa's mind wandering to the studio when that one trainee said that she was her role model, Lisa even made a mistake when she's doing dance together with them and got it wrong. "Even Hoony oppa praised her a lot."
As expected, Lisa didn't answer Irene's question and just smiling.
Irene suddenly remembered the few paparazzi shots from the magazine.
Was it someone similar?
Or had she already learned to split herself into two?
But this time, Irene didn't say anything and simply laughed appropriately.
Lisa wrapped an arm around her waist naturally, first instructing the driver to turn the car around, then called to cancel the restaurant reservation made earlier on, and lowered her head to ask Irene what she wanted for dinner.
Ah, this woman was just so tender and caring. Clearly, she was paying money to keep this lover, but she still insisted on doing everything right, so flawlessly that no one could find fault with it.
At the same time, she was just as generous to every one of her lovers.
Generous enough to make people grit their teeth.
Curled up in Lisa's arms, Irene ground her teeth. While she thought and thought, she actually became slightly sleepy.
She hadn't had many scenes today, but after having gone through multiple takes of the same shot, and soaking in cold water for half the day, she really was completely spent. So even as her sponsor was still going on with those sweet words, she was already yawning repeatedly, falling into a hazy dream.
In her dream, she was filming again.
A simple, simple line, but for some reason, she just couldn't recall it. The director was beyond furious and flung the script roughly at her face.
Slap!
Irene's heart clenched, and she woke up with a start, she finally noticed that the car had stopped moving. The sky outside the windows had already darkened, the gloom made it difficult to tell the time. She recalled what happened earlier and inwardly cursed, oh no, oh no, wasn't this ruining my reputation, before she lifted her head and came face-to-face with met Lisa's face.
This face couldn't be considered provocative, but the facial features were proper, and when smiling, the corners of the eyes would slightly wrinkle, giving an extremely gentle appearance.
If someone were to have just woken from a nightmare and was shivering due to having been frozen by soaking in chilly water, it would have been very easy to be enamored by this gaze.
Irene suddenly very much wanted to caress Lisa's eyes.
Lisa had sat with Irene for several hours, half her arm was already numb, but she was still very patient, allowing Irene's lightly chilled fingers to cover her eyes, "What do you want for dinner?"
Irene's response didn't answer her question. "Half a month."
No matter if Lisa was truly busy or not, if she had truly left the country or not, they really hadn't met for a full half-month; this was the truth.
The look in Lisa's eyes immediately intensified, she nipped down on Irene's snowy white wrist. In the beginning, she bit down hard, then gradually relaxed her strength, slowly licking at the teeth marks that she had just made, her movements filled with obscene implications.
Irene's fingers felt numb and ticklish at the same time, even the pain turned into pleasure, and she leaned forward to meet Lisa in a kiss.
The space in the car was far too narrow, which actually allowed these two to stick together even more intimately. Like primitive beasts trying to satisfy their instinctual lust, they tangled together without restraint.
After they happily made love in the car, they returned to Irene's house and did it once more.
"What's going on? You seemed to be really wild today." Lisa lay on the bed panting, perfectly content.
Irene grinned and replied with a question, "How? How you like that?"
Lisa's answer was to kiss her until their bodies became heated once again, then Irene said unconcernedly, "Heard that I've recently fallen out of favor."
"Heard?" Lisa's gaze stopped short, her expression remained flawless, "From whom?"
Irene lightly voiced a certain singer's name.
Lisa couldn't help but laugh. "You believe the stuff from those tabloids? I did share meals with Mingyu a few times, but it was entirely because of work requirements."
"So, you're saying, he's not your new lover?"
Lisa answered rather tactfully, "The one who's in my arms right now is you."
Neither confirming nor denying, leaving a wide swathe of ambiguity in the middle, to let people come to their own conclusions.
This was her past agency usual style, left plenty of ambiguous space, completely free for your imagination to run wild.
Irene understood, this was the most that she could ask. If she asked further, then she would be crossing a line. Regardless of whether Lisa wanted to keep two lovers or twenty lovers, all of it had nothing to do with her.
The sponsor was charitable and generous, allowing her to have both the fame and the fortune, which was why she really needed to remember her place at every moment. She should smile when it was required for her to smile, and pretend to be dumb when it was required for her to be dumb.
The more Irene thought, the funnier she found it, and she really couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"The film that you're acting in now should be completed soon, right? What work do you have planned after that?"
"...It's a period drama, I'll be acting as the stoic assassin."
It wouldn't require too many facial expressions, which suited Irene rather well.
"Recently, Yang PD is planning a new movie, I've read the script, the writing is pretty interesting. Even though it's not really commercial, chances are that it'll get awards, do you want to try it?"
Irene replied without even mulling it over, "No."
"Such a diva?" Rather than becoming angry, Lisa liked her willfulness, "Just because last time Yang PD scolded you and said that you were like a block of wood, you're mad?"
Weird, was she a tyrant? Why did everyone think she'd fly into a rage at the drop of a hat?
"Yang PD was just speaking the truth, how could I be mad? Except I only act as the main character, you think Yang PD would agree to that?"
Lisa recalled the last time, Yang PD had been livid with anger, and thought that it was really unlikely, then said, "Oh well then, let's go to sleep."
After saying that, she pulled the quilt over the two of them, and also carefully tucked the corners around Irene for her.
Irene didn't have work until the following afternoon, but as she'd already napped in the car, she was unable to sleep, no matter what. She raised her head to look at the clock hanging on the wall, it was already three in the morning. So, she lay quietly in bed, her eyes open as she listened for movement around her. When she'd figured out that Lisa had fallen asleep, she got out of bed and threw on some clothes, and went into the kitchen to drink some water.
"Bzzzzt..."
By the time she returned to the bedroom, a cell phone had begun to buzz so that even the pile of clothes tossed on the floor vibrated faintly alongside.
What scared Irene the most was the midnight phone call, generally, it was never anything good, but she resigned herself to her fate and bent over, she fumbled in the pile of clothes, but what she finally held ended up being Lisa's cell.
The caller id showed the two words, Kim Mingyu.
If he wasn't a new lover, then was he just a... close male friend calling in the middle of the night? When she looked at the caller history, of the dozen or so calls, all of them were with Mingyu.
Irene felt her head begin to ache a bit. She looked at the pitch-black night skies outside the window and quietly waited for the glow from the cell phone screen to dim. Then she picked up and folded the clothes one by one, nonchalantly tucking the phone away, lifted up the quilt, and lay back down next to Lisa's side.
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Lisa was woken up by the aroma of food.
The place next to her had been empty for a while, she looked at the already brightening skies, and finally remembered that she'd forgotten to eat the previous night. She picked up the clothes next to the bed to put on, washed up, and went to the living room. She didn't see any take-out ordered by Irene, but she did hear bustling sounds from the kitchen.
Lisa went to stand by the door, watching Irene hurry about, and was mildly perplexed.
Irene didn't go into the kitchen easily.
When she was younger, she had aspired to be a chef, cooking skills were incomparably better than her acting. Later, when she realized she wouldn't be able to achieve her dream, she never again stepped foot into the kitchen. According to her own words, she was too lazy, but it was still apparent that some bittersweet feelings were involved.
It hadn't taken much time for her to prepare a table full of dishes. It was mostly normal homemade food, the most notable dish was the bowl of lush green soup noodles.
Lisa sat down and tasted a few bites, and could only admire how flavorful it was, she couldn't help but ask, "How come you made this today?"
"I couldn't forget it the last time we ate this, so I learned to make it myself, it's good that you can help me taste test it." Irene picked up her chopsticks as well. The last time she'd eaten this with Lisa, they were vacationing out of town and had ordered the noodles in a restaurant.
Lisa's heart thumped, and replied, "It does taste very good, but I'm just worried that it takes too much time to make."
Irene "hmm"ed through her nose, without betraying her feelings.
It wasn't easy to please Lisa, she can't be too doting but she also can't be too neglectful, so how could Irene not take the time to consider things carefully? It was practically even more tiring than being yelled at during a shoot. Even if she wasn't able to separate love and sex, she should at least be somewhat mindful of her role.
"It's a shame that I don't get many chances to taste your cooking." So, it was good that Lisa was appreciative, and completely finished the bowl of noodles.
Irene raised her head with a smile, but before she could've opened her mouth to respond, she heard the sound of a cell phone as it began to vibrate again.
Lisa had placed the phone on the table earlier, she turned to look and immediately saw the name of that Kim Mingyu.
Irene didn't even steal a glance at the phone, only acted as if she hadn't heard a thing, one of her hands still held her chopsticks, she maintained the smile on her face and said, blinking her eyes, "If I displayed my skills all the time, then it wouldn't be interesting anymore.
Lisa pondered over the implicit meanings in those words for a moment while shooting her a few glances before then also beginning to smile.
The call was once again not picked up.
When the phone screen faded to black, Lisa turned her hand over to hold Irene's, "Do you still have a shoot this afternoon? I'll drive you there."
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