Scarlett stepped on the ground with her feet. The thick wool on the surface of the carpet tied the soles of her feet, making her skin extremely sensitive, as if she could feel the coolness of the moonlight in the air, and a thin layer of goose bumps emerged. She walked all the way to the sofa, found the underwear and underwear scattered on the coffee table, and put it neatly.

"There will be a date later?" A lazy and magnetic voice came over. Turned around and walked through the room. You could see Lance sitting on the head of the bed. The white sheets were messy and casually blocking important parts. The blue moonlight like water sprinkled on the streamlined muscles, forming a beautiful picture.

Scarlett put his skirt on, and a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "I thought you would say, be careful of paparazzi."

Lance raised his eyebrows lightly, "I believe you are not that careless."

"I thought you were not that considerate." Scarlett's counterattack seemed intriguing, paused slightly, his eyes stayed on Lance's face, trying to inquire about the man's true emotions between light and shadow, but in just one moment, Scarlett lowered his eyes and gave up this idea, "No, I didn't have a date, if you are curious." Then, Scarlett raised his chin slightly and continued in a condescending tone, "I just think I should leave. You need a little private space. Obviously you have something to worry about today." The words seemed meaningful, and Scarlett's mouth outlined a playful smile, gently spinning on Lance's face for a moment, then turned around and rummaged on the sofa to search for his top.

The eyebrows frowned in the middle, and a hint of irritability appeared in his eyes, but it was fleeting. "Are you complaining about my poor performance today?" Lance's provocative voice made Scarlett chuckle, and raised his voice and responded briskly, "If this is called poor performance three times in an afternoon, then Jared Leto and Benicio del Toro really have to consider calling the doctor to make an appointment for a check-up." Scarlett's teasing made Lance laugh, and a slightly hoarse and dull laughter rippled in the moonlight.

Scarlett finally found the top, turned around again, slowly buttoned up the button, "I thought you like your own private space, which is why our friendship has been maintained, right?" The sharp and sarcastic sarcasm actually gained the upper hand in front of Lance, who was always strong. Scarlett pursed his lips, and his tone suddenly slowed down, "Or, do you want me to stay, let's embrace and warm up, and share your recent thoughts?"

The blade hidden in the words suddenly appeared, and the atmosphere in the room solidified for a moment, but before Lance reacted, Scarlett's laughter broke the solemnity and became relaxed again, as if the ridicule just now was just a joke, "I haven't eaten since the afternoon, I need to replenish some energy."

After leaving the parking lot, the two of them came to the hotel and had never left the room until now. In the blink of an eye, it was already midnight.

Lance pulled down his lips gently, deliberately overlooking another guess that emerged in his mind, but looked at Scarlett with an eyebrow, chuckled with interest, and then said, "Sorry, my fault. Stay behind, I leave, you can call room service, and then rest here." While speaking, Lance sat upright. He thought Scarlett was complaining, complaining that she had to leave after being exhausted.

Scarlett found his earrings with both hands, but the move he was about to wear stopped because of Lance's words, and his smile slowly calmed down, "Do you really think I'm complaining about this?"

Lance sat on the edge of the bed, paused a little when he was about to get up, his mind was filled with thoughts, and a few guesses flashed quickly. Then he stood up, walked to the sofa in a few steps, and began to look for his clothes. "Sorry, Scarlett, I thought there was a tacit understanding between us." Lance's words gradually faded away and became alienated again.

If Scarlett is not complaining that she must leave this matter, it means that Scarlett also begins to want to ask for more. Maybe she is not satisfied with the fact that her lover is not satisfied with her friend or lover, maybe she is unwilling to continue to maintain such a simple relationship, maybe she wants to confirm the relationship between her boyfriend and girlfriend... No matter which possibility, this is a promise that Lance cannot give.

Scarlett could clearly feel that Lance's sense of distance was increasing, and the sense of distance that was invisible and intangible and indescribable, slowly unfolded very clearly. Scarlett was not angry, but instead started wearing earrings again, and said with a smile in his words, "Lance, has anyone told you in person that you are really a self-righteous bastard? Although I know you have the capital for narcissism, the earth does not revolve around you."

Lance could hear the jokes in Scarlett's words, which were relaxed and pleasant, not the sourness and bitterness of complaining, but Lance could not tell the real reason for a while, which made him a little confused. Tonight, he seemed to have lost that sense of keenness, unable to hear the deep meaning of the words, nor could he distinguish the changes in the situation. This sense of strangeness made the irritable mood more and more obvious.

"You are not my boyfriend, I am not your girlfriend. This is our consensus, isn't it?" Scarlett said with a smile, looking up at Lance. Lance turned his back to the windowsill, and the moonlight fell down, and his facial expression was completely hidden in the shadow, making people unable to see clearly. Scarlett took two steps, narrowing the distance between the two people, and slowly slid down the muscles of Lance's chest, "If I want a confirmed relationship, you will not be my choice, just as I will not be your choice either. We are not suitable for each other."

They are all too strong and will only hurt each other; they are all too similar and too different, and will only reject each other; they are all too smart and too rational, not the type of moths to the flames for love.

Lance frowned slightly. He knew Scarlett was hinting at something else, but...what the hell was going to be?

Scarlett looked at the confusion that flashed through Lance's eyes and couldn't help but smile. Lance is too abnormal today, and you can clearly feel that he has something to worry about, not because he is absent-minded, but because he is emotionally troubled, which makes Lance a little impetuous, and his usual calmness and coldness have flaws. If it were in normal times, Lance would not have been able to show this way, and he would not even reveal a trace of confusion, but today is obviously different.

Scarlett thought this was a very interesting thing. Lance overturned her fixed idea. For the first time, she knew that this man was not omnipotent. Scarlett was a little curious. What was bothering Lance? However, Scarlett did not intend to inquire. Curiosity not only killed cats, but also killed many things. At the same time, Scarlett did not intend to remind her that she was not Lance's girlfriend, or even a friend, and she did not intend to lend a helping hand.

Watching Lance suffer, this should be a pleasure.

Scarlett was a little gloating, "I should have left." Scarlett did not give Lance reaction time, and bent down and lifted up his high heels, "You can stay or call room service." Scarlett also gave Lance, "I decided to buy two pizza at an Italian restaurant and eat on the street. This method is more suitable for me. As for the paparazzi, don't worry, I'm not that careless." After saying that, Scarlett tiptoed and walked towards the door with brisk steps.

When she opened the room door, Scarlett still didn't hear Lance's answer. When she turned around, she found that Lance was still standing there, her shirt lazily draped over her shoulders, her buttons were open, and she didn't have time to button it. Such an opportunity was really too rare. Scarlett strongly doubted that if she missed tonight, she would never meet again in the future. She really wanted to stay and continue watching the show, but... leaving was the wise choice.

"Lance." Scarlett said, his deep eyes flashed with dangerous light in the darkness, but there was a lack of sharpness. The curve of the corners of Scarlett's mouth was outlined brilliantly, "You look more humane." After saying that, Scarlett ignored Lance's reaction, walked out of the room, closed the door, and then trotted into the elevator. After the elevator door was closed, she finally couldn't help it anymore, laughed proudly, and whistled.

Irritable, Lance only felt a irritability, without a clear idea, nor an accurate emotion, but could not find a place to stay in the empty space. This irritability even made him unable to calm down and think, so he didn't know what was going on, nor what Scarlett was hinting at, or even where this irritability came from.

Such an self is really too unfamiliar.

Taking a deep breath, taking another deep breath, Lance forced himself to suppress this irritability and refused to think about the specific reasons, but it was too difficult. There was an inexplicable sense of crisis deep in his heart, as if the real reason was like Pandora's box. Even if the answer was hidden inside, you could know it when you opened it. Lance decided to put all his thoughts aside.

I fell on the sofa and found the hotel's sticky notes, trying to start the script creation of "Iron Man" or "Invincible Hulk", or the framework of the Marvel Universe is perfected, but... my mind is blank and I can't remember anything. This feeling is really bad.

In desperation, Lance could only record all the details that flashed through his mind and force himself to divert his attention.

"Tony Stark, Robert Downey Jr."

"Hulk, re-watch Lee/An version..." After thinking about it carefully, crossed out this article again, "Re-read the comic."

"The timeline between Iron Man and Hulk, looking for overlap."

...

Under the cold moonlight, chaotic thoughts were surging, and it seemed like a sleepless night.
Chapter completed!