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David smiled and said, "I'm just appreciating the beauty of it. An artist's work, how could it be dirty?"
Alice spat at David, "You're really shameless."
David chuckled, "Alice, you have no idea how attractive you are. You've stolen my soul."
Alice snorted, the corners of her lips curving up uncontrollably, "I'm not buying into your nonsense."
"Then what do you buy, Alice? I'm good at everything, I guarantee it's all top-notch, service with no tricks."
"Here, take this and shut that troublemaker of yours up!"
Alice tossed an apple at David.
David took a big bite, "Mmm, sweet. When you give it, it's always good. Sweet all the way to my heart."
Alice giggled, her laugh rolling like waves, making David's eyes widen.
"Hmph, you're definitely a little pervert."
Alice tossed her hair dramatically, giving David a flirtatious glance.
Alice had that kind of charm, every move, every smile oozed maturity.
David swallowed hard, wanting to take a shot, but his skills were a bit lacking compared to Alice.
After watching two more scenes and mingling with the crew's ladies, keeping the relationships intact, David finally tried to tease Lana. But when that didn't work, he returned to the "Painted Skin" set.
After work, David went back to his hotel room. After a quick shower, he flopped on the couch, bored, scrolling through his contacts on his phone, thinking about which sister he should visit tonight.
Knock knock knock.
"Dorothy? What are you doing here?"
David, wrapped in just a towel around his waist, his well-toned upper body exposed, looked surprised.
The "Wind and Cloud" crew's hotel wasn't far, but he usually went to visit others. No one had ever come knocking on his door.
Dorothy looked at David's perfect body, swallowing.
V-line abs, a six-pack, like something sculpted by an artist.
Once you've tasted it, you know just how explosive and enduring this body can be.
"Keeping it modest, huh?"
"Why aren't you dressed?"
David stepped aside, "Just took a shower, it's so hot, and I'm in my room, so I just kept it casual."
David closed the door and handed Dorothy a bottle of water, his gaze briefly scanning her outfit.
She was wearing a black camisole with lace edges and shorts, showing off her long, smooth legs.
"Geez, you're dressing pretty sexy tonight. It's almost like you're begging for trouble."
Dorothy lifted a bag in her hand. "I brought some snacks and good booze, let's drink together."
David raised an eyebrow, "A lone man and a woman, late at night, drinking together? You know that's asking for trouble."
Dorothy blushed, giving David an annoyed glance. She'd already set everything up. How could he not get it?
Women don't get drunk, so where's the chance for a man?
You really have to spell it out for me? What about my dignity?
And seriously, he wasn't innocent either—he'd been pretty rough last night.
"Drink if you want. If you don't, I'll drink on my own!"
Dorothy glared at David, then plopped herself down on the couch, the cushions bouncing as she set down the snacks and alcohol.
David grabbed two wine glasses, pulled out a cigarette, and lit one.
The two lay together on the couch, close enough that their bodies almost touched.
David held a glass of red wine in one hand, his other hand casually resting on Dorothy's leg, trying to keep up with it all.
Dorothy glanced at David. "Let's watch a movie."
"No way, the vibe is perfect. Let me put on some wild music and spice things up."
"No, I'll play it," Dorothy quickly stopped David from getting up and switched to some soft, calming tunes.
He loved to match the music's rhythm, but the wild stuff was too much for her. She'd rather keep it mellow.
David shrugged.
He was all for respecting a woman's preferences when it came to the "foreplay" stage.
So they drank, listened to some soothing tunes, kissed occasionally, and everything was going smoothly when—knock knock knock.
Dorothy shot David a glance, silently cursing, Just as things were getting good, who the heck is this?
She hurriedly adjusted her clothes.
"What now?"
"I'll go check. It's late, maybe there's an emergency."
David opened the door, only to find Erin, who'd come to visit.
Erin smiled smugly at Dorothy inside the room, "I was wondering why you were being so nice to convince me, turns out you're just a cat sneaking around. The one I knocked on was out, so I knew you'd be here."
Dorothy frowned. "What are you doing here?"
Erin shook the bag in her hand, which also contained alcohol and snacks.
"You can come, but I can't? I'm just here to have a late-night snack with David. What's the problem?"
"You!"
Dorothy glared at Erin, who wasn't intimidated and glared back.
The two of them turned to David, both asking, "So, who are you choosing?"
With both women staring at him, the situation quickly escalated into a battlefield, a deadly choice hanging over David's head.
He coughed twice and adjusted himself, thinking, This is my moment.
He then gave a sad, longing, yet wounded smile.
"How nice. Looks like someone can love me after all."
Dorothy, Erin: "????"
"Gambling dad, alcoholic mom, sick sister, and a broken me."
"I grew up in an orphanage..."
David raised his wine glass and began recounting his tragic past.
Like a wounded puppy, his tragic story melted the soft hearts of both women, and before they knew it, tears started to fall.
He was this miserable, yet we were still messing with him? What were we doing?
"I really don't deserve this," they thought.
The two women sat beside David, comforting him warmly.
"David, it's all in the past now. Your life will get better from here."
"Yeah, forget about all that. Let's drink."
Glass after glass, they kept going.
The next morning.
David came out of the bathroom, looking at the empty room. He smiled.
He looked down and grinned even wider.
"Heh, if you're with me, you're living the good life."
Ding ding ding.
His phone rang. David checked it...
"....."