America 1987

Chapter 69 Fans

"I always felt that you were just making excuses for being here."

"Yes, that's part of it," David leaned down and placed his hands on either side of the other person's face. "You don't think the experience here is good?"

"It's too small, I mean the place is too small."

Catherine, worried that the other party might misunderstand, added a sentence.

"It's alright. I was planning to take you to some nearby scenic spots sometime when I have time."

"Uh, is your home no longer enough for you?"

"No, it's just a simple craving for something new," David chuckled, leaning closer to her. "Listen, doesn't this voice sound refreshing at a time like this?"

"Let's continue talking about the movie we just watched."

Catherine felt a little embarrassed to be talking about this so openly, so she took the initiative to change the subject.

"Okay, what do you want to talk about? Go ahead and ask. I know quite a bit about the movie 'Jackson'."

David smiled and took on the important responsibility of easing Catherine's embarrassment, and was happy to answer her questions.

"You really like Jack Cheng?" Catherine asked a question that almost made David lose his composure, forcing him to slow down the pace.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem with this?"

"It's okay, no problem. Maybe I'm overthinking it." After glancing at her expression, David realized that he was indeed overthinking it. In this state, even if Catherine suspected him of cheating, she wouldn't suspect him of coming out as gay.

"It's alright, so-so. After all, he's not as handsome as me." David thought for a moment and gave this answer.

In fact, he is a die-hard fan of Jackie Chan, after all, he is the only Chinese actor who has successfully broken into the mainstream Hollywood film industry and can earn a sky-high salary of 2000 million US dollars plus a share of the global box office.

Although Jet Lee is known as the "King of DVDs," he has always been confined to the realm of B-movies and cannot be considered a mainstream Hollywood film. Moreover, his salary has never broken the ten million mark, which is significantly different from that of Jackie Chan.

There's no need to mention that scoundrel Fa; he's a complete idiot.

However, that was more than ten years later. Although Uncle Jackie Chan has accumulated a certain number of fans and influence in North America through videotapes and pirated resources, he is still a niche figure.

It would seem somewhat illogical for him to say that the other person was his idol. Moreover, he didn't want to show excessive admiration for anyone in front of women, as that would undermine his authority.

"Okay, okay," Catherine turned her head away, pretending to think about the next question, but actually she didn't want to make eye contact with him.

After all, I look so ashamed from this perspective.

In a physical sense, Catherine has finally seen herself agree with everything.

"Is that last shot in the movie, the one where the protagonist jumps off and slides down the light tube, real?"

David couldn't help but laugh when he heard the question. Sure enough, the classic scenes in "Police Story" would pique the curiosity of anyone seeing them for the first time, regardless of their country or race.

The fact that a domestic action movie received a score of over 8.0 from Douban's literary youth must have been largely due to Jackie Chan's "amazing jump."

"Absolutely true," David said, his voice slightly hurried, "but it's very dangerous. The immense friction is enough to peel the skin off his palms."

"If you don't believe me, wait until I'm done, then you can see for yourself the skin that was in contact with the sofa."

Catherine saw a slight redness on her back through the mirror opposite her, but it disappeared quickly.

The bathroom mirror, though damp with hot steam from the recent shower, was still generally cool.

The surface temperature was similar to that of the marble wall, so when her back was completely pressed against the mirror, the sudden chill gave her goosebumps and made her tense up briefly.

"Oh!" David, who was holding her, immediately sensed this subtle change in her inner emotions. He grinned and said with satisfaction, "Don't be nervous. I'm very confident in my strength. You won't fall."

Catherine, with her knees resting on the back of his upper and lower arms, hooked her arm around his neck and asked, "What's wrong with you today? Why are you suddenly so excited?"

The two chatted about movies for a long time on the sofa. Catherine, who was covered in sweat, originally planned to take a shower and go to bed.

To everyone's surprise, less than five minutes after the shower was turned on, the other person came in and suggested showering together. As they showered, they started talking about their upcoming itinerary.

She was considered tall for a woman, not petite, but because her legs were relatively long, when he lifted her up, she looked like a koala clinging to him.

"Because of insecurity,"

As David adjusted his grip on her, he explained, "I've found that no matter what I do, I can't let myself feel too secure."

"What do you mean?"

"It's too safe in bed. I only need to focus my attention on you and don't have to worry about anything else. That would be too monotonous and boring."

David lifted Catherine, whom he was holding, and carefully held her securely. "But it's different here. I have to hold you tight, or we'll both be in trouble."

If he hadn't held her properly, Catherine might have just fallen to the ground and gotten a sore bottom, but David himself would have been infertile.

"Well," Catherine gasped before she could finish her sentence, her big toes hooked around his raised legs, and she quickly patted his shoulder, "Why are you doing this? Hurry up and go to the bedroom."

Well, anyway, they've both finished washing, and the water on their bodies is almost dry.

Once everything was settled, the two leaned against each other in silence for a moment, as if they had entered a state of blissful sagehood, free from desires and wants.

Catherine gradually came to her senses. She rested her chin on his chest, looked up at him, and said, "David, where did you go today? How come you only went out for half a day and came back with a videotape? You can't be that free, can you?"

"No, I just went to see a weirdo and asked him to help me make a movie."

David lazily spread his arms, his muscles relaxing. "It was after hearing some things about him that I developed the kind of weird quirk you're talking about."

"You mean?"

"Yes, that's right, it's the one you're thinking of."

David gently stroked her lips with his thumb and said softly, "But since you still find it a little difficult to accept, let's use this as a goodnight gift."

David actually meant a simple kiss as a goodnight greeting, but he didn't expect the other person to misunderstand. In addition, both men and women are easily swayed at times like this, so he ended up with a passionate kiss.