I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!

Chapter 502 - 501: I Want to Kiss

The camera withdrew, and the staff and guests left the basement one after another.

With Cheng Zhirang and Jiang Lu leading the way, they accompanied the six industry actors and directors towards the main entrance of the castle, Shu Ran, Qiu Shuang, Wei Yi, and Li Yang keeping them company, chatting along the way.

Jiang Lu had a suit jacket draped over his arm, wearing his shirt with a casual air, yet when speaking with the seniors, he was exceptionally earnest.

Next to him was Cheng Zhirang, his suit on Mu Qiu, and at the moment he wore only a white shirt, with his scarf removed and two buttons at the collar unexpectedly undone.

His long legs strode forward, his suit pants slightly lifting at the thigh, tautly outlining the firm contours of his legs.

"You’re still watching," someone leaned over to Mu Qiu’s ear, their voice filled with resignation, "You’ve been watching the whole episode, do you want to sneak away or not?"

Mu Qiu retracted her burning gaze, coughed lightly, and whispered, "Sneak, sneak, let’s pretend to hang back to help the crew with something. Once they’re gone, we can slip away."

"Then hurry up, I’m exhausted, just want to go back quickly for a shower and some food."

"Shh, slow down."

As they walked from the basement to the upper floor, the number of people dwindled.

Cheng Zhirang, listening intently to the conversation beside him, slightly turned his head, and discreetly glanced back.

Mu Qiu, wearing his suit, was stealthily ducking back with Guan Yu, pretending to help with moving equipment.

He lowered his head and smiled softly to himself before resuming conversation with the producer beside him.

Meanwhile, in the back, not wanting to engage in the serious talk nor daring to sneak away with Guan Yu and the others, Li Yang watched the two sneaky figures with envy and jealousy.

He didn’t really want to be amphibious; in situations like this, where it’s like being kept after class for a private discussion, he truly couldn’t last long.

But thinking of his manager, surely watching him from somewhere, he shivered and quickly caught up with the group, joining the conversation.

Mu Qiu and Guan Yu successfully sneaked back to the changing room on the first floor, secretly saying goodbye before a large door.

Having played all day and worn the long, thick dress for so long, Mu Qiu was almost steaming with heat when she entered the room, immediately taking off the dress, carefully laying it flat on the hanger, and going in for a shower.

She coincidentally finished her shower just as someone knocked on the door.

"It’s me. Is it convenient to open the door?"

It was Cheng Zhirang’s voice, muffled through the thick door.

Mu Qiu tied her robe quickly and hurried over to open the door for him.

He must have just finished sending off those six big shots. Knocking now, for sure many people were watching to catch the buzz, couldn’t keep him waiting.

As soon as the door opened, Mu Qiu pulled him in and closed the door with a thud, blocking the gossipy eyes of others.

Cheng Zhirang was about to ask what was up, but when he looked down, he saw her in a bathrobe, the collar crossed into a deep V, that alluring line only faintly visible.

He frowned, reaching out to adjust her collar a bit.

Then he gently asked, "Are you hungry?"

Mu Qiu grasped his hand, snuggling affectionately into his arms, her soft body pressed against his taut muscles.

"Hungry."

Cheng Zhirang held her waist with one hand, "I haven’t showered yet, I’m a bit dirty."

"You didn’t even sweat, what’s dirty?" Her slender arms around his neck, pulling him down a bit to kiss him, "I want a kiss."

Cheng Zhirang obligingly leaned down to kiss her, his other hand caressing the back of her head, pulling her into his embrace.

The gentle rubbing of lips was Mu Qiu’s favorite part; each time as his thin lips sought to move further, she’d mischievously lean back, preventing him from reaching her.

Doing this repeatedly, Cheng Zhirang’s breathing often became heavier, and his hand on her waist would tighten.

This time was no exception.

Cheng Zhirang’s hurried breaths hit her neck as he tightened his hold, his voice helpless, "Don’t tempt me. We’ll have to go out for dinner soon."

Each move opened the collar slightly, and the constant movement of the person in his arms was a temptation in itself.

Mu Qiu smiled slyly, kissing the corner of his mouth, eyebrows raised, "I know. I just can’t concentrate."

"Hmm?"

"After all, Brother Cheng looks so A in this outfit today."

Some people are naturally suited for wearing shirts, no matter the color or style, they looked straight, filling out the arms and chest perfectly, such a nosebleed-inducing physique.

"Oh?" Cheng Zhirang scooped her up, pressing her against the heavy door, his hand protective against her back to prevent her from bumping, "But I thought you liked Jiang Lu’s outfit more."

Mu Qiu, legs wrapped around his waist, laughed happily, "It’s just the person looks handsome; the morning dress is too complicated, often making the proportions look off, which I don’t like."

Cheng Zhirang said nothing, just looked at her.

Mu Qiu added, however.

"But—no matter how good it looks, it’s definitely not as good as you. You’re my lifelong ideal type. Aren’t I sweet-talking?"

"Very sweet."

He kissed her eyelid tenderly, enveloping her in warmth.

Mu Qiu could never handle his tenderness; this kind of gentleness was sometimes more tempting than any aggression or tease. She easily got lost in it, her reason slipping away.

Unless Cheng Zhirang took the initiative to stop.

Someone knocked on the door outside, Jiang Lu’s teasing voice hovering just beyond the barrier.

"Dinner’s ready, how long will you two be? Should I ask the staff to keep your meals warm?"

Mu Qiu: "..."

Cheng Zhirang sighed, his forehead resting on her collarbone, lifting his head two seconds later to set her down, adjusting her loose collar, and whispered, "I actually came to tell you something."

Who would have thought we’d start kissing as soon as I came in?

Mu Qiu cleared her throat, "What is it?"

"The news online. Have you checked your phone? Some of your friends have helped debunk the rumors, Sister Chen is gathering the sources of the rumors, so don’t worry."

"I’m not too worried," Mu Qiu only felt anger, not anxiety, "I didn’t plagiarize, and you can tell by looking at the color palette. Not all netizens are fools, even if the evidence is forcibly fabricated, they’ll judge for themselves."

She always created original content, deliberately reading novels of different genres to avoid accidentally borrowing elements from other books in hers.

On this, she felt she had done well in avoiding suspicion.

Cheng Zhirang nodded, his fingertip brushing her lip corner, "Good. Go change, I’ll take a shower over there."

"Oh."

Mu Qiu watched him open the door and leave, listening to Jiang Lu’s playful voice fade away until it was inaudible.

She lowered her head, smiled, then walked lightly to the bathroom, splashing cool water on her lips.

...

Dinner was at Qingchi Hall, usually gathered together, likely being filmed and potentially included in the edited or behind-the-scenes footage.

So Mu Qiu put on some makeup.

Entering the hall, sure enough, there were two cameras, Shu Ran and Cheng Zhirang hadn’t arrived yet, with only a few people sitting around the large table busy on their phones.

There was also someone staring intently at the dishes on the table.