People are strange.
When people enter different stages, they develop different perspectives, and these perspectives change unconsciously. At each stage, everyone thinks "This is who I am" until they move into the next stage.
In their youth, boys mostly like the mischievous female classmates, pulling their braids, poking them with pen tips, making them cry, not really out of dislike or wanting to hurt them, but simply not knowing how to express their naive liking or even love.
Girls develop a bit faster in terms of maturity; they will quietly like soone, not easily expressing it.
In adolescence, physiological growth brings about psychological changes, and young people begin to understand how to express their admiration.
They write poems, letters of affection, sing songs, pass notes, even cross half a city to appear at his/her window just to see their surprised face.
They might believe this is eternal; they will forever like those energetic opposite sex and be attracted by external things, with the pursuit of appearance and sensory experience far exceeding other needs.
Once people reach adulthood, they start to seek temperant and spiritual resonance.
When praising the opposite sex, they no longer use phrases like "You’re so beautiful" or "You’re more handso than others" as complints. They will use sowhat implicit ways to express a mood that youngsters can hardly show, such as "You’re irresistible" to convey appreciation.
Once people pass middle age, they value more the internal aspects. In this stage, everything they should try has been tried, and life starts to beco stable and bland. They no longer pursue fervid relationships, unlike the person from ten, twenty, thirty years ago who wished for a cosmic explosion to witness his/her love.
What they pursue is sothing more special, a deeper and more comprehensive state, not just a superficial aspect but a holistic view.
It is only at this ti that they realize those young boys and girls, besides having good looks, have nothing that attracts them. It’s then they discover they truly have aged.
Once they thought they’d never like anyone over the age of twenty-five, but now they are only interested in those over twenty-five.
The lady in front of Lynch possesses the kind of qualities that can imdiately capture all the attention of an older man. Her appearance, her identity, everything she exudes matches the aesthetic peculiar to n at Lynch’s "age range".
Hey, Lynch is a fifty-sothing old soul housed in this young body.
He looked the lady up and down, making Jenia feel sothing indescribable. She didn’t feel like she was being scrutinized by a young man; Lynch’s gentle gaze contained appreciation that Jenia could understand, causing ripples in her previously calm mind.
She had interacted with so young n, but they were all quite superficial, their eyes only holding a curiosity to explore mature won, unaware of the distinction between mature won and girls their age.
Or they had an evident, overtly aggressive desire, likely having twisted psychology or fetishistic tendencies, maybe even an Oedipus complex.
In this aspect, Lynch was different; his gaze was warm, like early sumr sunshine, bright yet not dazzling. The appreciation in his eyes sparked a desire in Jenia to show her better self.
"You have a lot of courage, Jenia!", Lynch held a wine glass and raised it, "Is my calling you this way too intimate?"
"Oh, no, I only feel warmth!", Jenia also raised her glass, and they clinked glasses.
No distinct sound, only faint, crystalline echoes resonating between them. They locked eyes, lifted their glasses, and took a sip.
If there were a lewd director outside the lens right now, they might have edited in side narrations.
"I’ll show you my lengths with the 108 thods I’ve thought of!", said the male voice.
"You’ll never see through the unapproachable and unfathomable , no one will!", said the female voice.
Thankfully, there’s no lewd director here, nor any annoying narrations.
"I understand your situation, being a mber of the Imperial Family yet venturing into the film industry is indeed a rebellious act. You were very young then!", Lynch’s words, if spoken to a younger girl, might be misunderstood.
But Jenia understood; she nodded, "It is because I was very young that I had the courage, and I’m glad my courage had a good outco."
For soone from the Imperial Family to venture into the film industry is truly unbelievable; not considering the actual chaos within the film circle, when young n and won pair up to act, they inevitably have to tackle so romantic scenes.
Kissing scenes, bed scenes, even those that children can watch - this too is a blow to the dignity of the Imperial Family.
More than one person could see those different n on the screen, kissing the royal daughter in front of the public, and even lying on a bed dressed simply. This is the main reason why mbers of the Imperial Family are forbidden from joining the film industry.
The Imperial Family must maintain its uniqueness and ensure it stands above the common class. Jenia’s actions can be described as extrely rebellious.
If she made such a decision at her current age, it could only be said her mind had issues, so it must have been when she was young that she ventured into this industry. Over so many years of sedintation, people have even accepted that a princess is a movie star and started to find it normal.
Otherwise, the Emperor would have already captured her and placed her under house arrest or even imprisoned her, making her disappear from the public eye forever.
In fact, what Lynch doesn’t know is that Jenia’s involvent in the performing arts industry wasn’t entirely voluntary. At that ti, it was the critical mont for Emperor Gafura’s fight for the throne, with brothers and sisters constantly dying for various reasons inside and outside the Imperial Palace.
People actually know why this was happening and who was behind it, but no one ddled because no one knew if their intervention would cause resentnt from the future Emperor.
So people just stood far away, watching, watching one untouchable prince or princess after another die in various places.
Brutal, ruthless, terrifying!
So Jenia, without any hesitation, sneaked out and participated in the shooting of a sowhat inappropriate film under a pseudonym. The most revealing scene in the film was when she wore a nightgown soaked in water, vaguely revealing so of her physiology.
She didn’t risk going any further, as she was well aware that if she crossed a certain line, she might die once the new Emperor ascended to the throne. The Imperial Family would not allow a princess to star in a pornographic film.
But she had to "defa" herself to ensure people believed, to ensure the Emperor fighting for the throne believed, she posed no threat to the new Emperor’s succession.
It turned out she gambled right. After the current Emperor ascended, he had the maids in the Imperial Palace beat her up, hang her in the courtyard, and whip her, while also capturing and exiling all the actors involved in that film, including the director.
However, he also tacitly approved of her actions, allowing her to continue filming movies. More than ten years have passed, and only occasionally does she think back to that chilling mont.
Lynch said she was very brave. Whether or not he knew that history, it just made her feel understood.
A girl, though noble as a mber of the Imperial Family, to be able to decisively make a decision and put it into action at such a mont, isn’t that a brave act?
There was a certain sparkle in her eyes. Lynch looked around, "It’s a bit noisy here, perhaps we should change to a different place, a quieter place."
Isn’t this... too fast?
Jenia looked at Lynch’s handso face, his slender figure, and that calm and reserved temperant with a certain captivating allure, coupled with his "understanding" of her, Jenia felt that it was just right now.
"I know a place that’s very quiet..."
The two quickly disappeared from the surveillance personnel’s view. One of them couldn’t help but feel a bit emotional, praising the royal mber for putting in so much effort, all for the revival of Gafura’s glory!
In a quiet room, the TV was on, playing a local drama. Jenia was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, Lynch sat at the other end, with so food, bottles, and glasses on the coffee table.
The room was filled with a special, sowhat ambiguous vibe. The two were laughing loudly, discussing, at this mont, everything beca interesting, filling people with the desire to discuss.
The room was hot, and besides the ongoing discussion and drinking, they were both very excited, making them feel even hotter.
"Lynch, help for a mont..." Jenia suddenly spoke out seeking help.
As a gentleman, Lynch stood up promptly, "Is there anything you need to do?"
Jenia flicked her hair, her head slightly bowed, "It’s too hot, and the bra is too tight, I can hardly breathe now, help undo it!"
Lynch dutifully moved behind her. She hung her head, exposing her entire nape, and Lynch’s fingertip touched the hollow of her neck.
Just the touch of his fingertip and her skin made Jenia feel a tingling sensation, causing goosebumps to form around Lynch but quickly fading, replaced by a blush that spread slowly around.
His fingers moved down from the nape, landing on an exquisite zipper embedded with a ruby about the size of a dried soybean, gently pulling it down.
Looking at the zipper sliding down and the two halves of the clothing separating, Lynch couldn’t help but sigh, the quality of this zipper is really good!
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