Ling Qianhe kissed her for a very, very long time.
It felt so long to Lin Mucí that it was almost an eternity before he reluctantly released her. His hand, however, still held her waist firmly. He said,
"The drama has wrapped up, so of course, I need to get out of character. Otherwise, should I remain a fool forever?"
"I was worried you'd dislike me,"
Lin Mucí mumbled.
"The way you looked... so pitiful. I would never dislike you."
The director and the others walked over. Seeing the two actors who had just shared a passionate kiss, the director's eyes held a teasing smile.
"This film has officially wrapped. We will notify you if any reshoots are needed."
"We've already booked a hotel. Tonight is the wrap party, let's drink until we drop!"
He Yunru was also very pleased.
Collaborating with actors like Lin Mucí and Ling Qianhe was incredibly effortless. These two were truly born actors, always delivering their best performances.
They were a sight to behold.
Actors who constantly push their own boundaries, reaching new heights upon new heights.
To encounter such talent.
Is a stroke of luck for any producer.
He Yunru reached out and patted Lin Mucí's shoulder, her voice filled with emotion.
"Xiao Ci, your performance was outstanding."
"Honestly, if I were a judge at an awards ceremony, I wouldn't know how to choose between you two."
"They evoke empathy and draw the audience in – that's what makes a truly great actor."
"Meeting you both is truly fortunate for any director or producer."
"At the wrap party, we won't stop until we're thoroughly drunk!"
She was so enthusiastic that Lin Mucí found it difficult to refuse.
However, when it came to the wrap party that evening, she barely touched any alcohol because Ling Qianhe deflected all the toasts.
He stood by her side unobtrusively, handling every approach with calm. Anyone who came to toast her, he would silently accept and drink. After a few glasses of wine, his cheeks flushed slightly, making his face even more radiant, like a blooming peach blossom, captivatingly beautiful.
Lin Mucí couldn't help but steal glances at him.
This enchantingly handsome man...
Ling Qianhe was exceptionally good-looking.
While it was true.
That most villains were depicted as attractive.
But for him to be this attractive was truly beyond reason. He raised his wine glass and drank, glass after glass flowing down his throat. Those toasting him were co-stars or crew members from the drama. They teased him,
"Qianhe, we'll let you off the hook for blocking drinks for Xiao Ci today."
"But when you get married and celebrate your wedding, you can't get away with this so easily!"
Ling Qianhe's eyes grew hazy.
A faint mist seemed to well up in his eyes.
Then he said,
"No problem, no problem."
"You can get me drunk however you want then."
"Just don't interfere with my wedding night, alright?"
He raised his head, a smile in his eyes, his face blooming like a peach. It was unclear whether he was truly drunk or using a bit of intoxication to reveal his true feelings.
Lin Mucí's face turned crimson.
Wedding night... the very words made her cheeks burn. After the crowd finally dispersed, people in the banquet hall drifted off in small groups, and the director and producer also had to go home. However, He Yunru walked over.
She leaned in close to Lin Mucí's ear and said,
"The entire top floor."
"Hotel suites."
"Are all yours."
"Xiao Ci, you can do whatever you want."
She blinked her eyes, clearly teasing.
"After filming such a heartbreaking movie, you must have a good sweet reunion."
"You young people, I understand, I understand it all."
Lin Mucí froze, her cheeks instantly flushing again. He Yunru nodded repeatedly, not forgetting to add a little more.
"All the necessary preparations have been made."
She gestured with her hand.
"All sorts of sizes."
"Are available."
"Go on."
Lin Mucí's cheeks instantly flushed with redness, from the tip of her nose to the roots of her ears. The more He Yunru looked at her, the more satisfied she became. She reached out and gently pinched her cheeks a couple of times, thinking how beautiful and adorable this young girl was.
She and that boy Ling Qianhe were truly a perfect match.
Beauty matched with beauty.
Neither was wasted.
It was wonderful.
No wonder they were the most popular global CP.
Lin Mucí was still hesitating.
After He Yunru turned away, the drunken haze in Ling Qianhe's eyes began to dissipate. He glanced at her, a smile gradually blooming in his eyes. Then, he directly swept Lin Mucí up into his arms.
His movements were incredibly light.
As if she were just a feather.
She was suddenly lifted off the ground.
Completely unprepared.
She could only grip his neck tightly, hearing his voice whisper in her ear,
"We've had enough angst, isn't it time for some sweetness?"
"Even when you slap someone, you still give them a sweet date, don't you?"
"Xiao Ci should also give me a taste of sweetness. Moreover, only I know—"
He paused, his voice gradually softening.
"Moreover, only I know how sweet you, Xiao Ci, truly are."
Her face turned red again.
Whenever she got close to the current Ling Qianhe, she would blush. She had intended to discuss important matters with him... like how she had found her birth father, or how she found the former child star suspicious, and how the little system seemed to be hiding, as if evading something...
But these important matters.
Clearly did not concern Ling Qianhe at all. Ling Qianhe gazed at her with heavy eyes and said,
"While filming, I thought."
"If in reality, it was because of me that I harmed you."
"I could never forgive myself, in this life or any other."
He pursed his lips.
His lips were crimson, and the shimmering light deep within his pupils made hearts flutter. He leaned closer to her lips, his breath lingering at the edge of her mouth. Then he moved closer to her ear, his voice gentle.
"Fortunately. It didn't happen."
"I did not harm the person I love most."
"As heartbroken as I was while acting, as painful as it was to immerse myself in the role."
"When I woke up from the character, I was that much more grateful—that it was just a movie, and in reality, you were still by my side, and I could protect you."
"I do not believe in destiny or fate."
"The person I want, the things I want to do."
"Even Heaven cannot stop me."
He held her and walked step by step into the elevator. The elevator ascended.
Lin Mucí heard his words, her cheeks flushing slightly. Ling Qianhe looked at her flustered yet feigning composure, smiling as he carried her step by step into the room.
The door closed.
A very large bed.
It felt.
So big that one could roll back and forth on it.
He embraced her, and their bodies fell onto the large bed together. Lin Mucí's eyes widened due to the sudden sensation of weightlessness, and he kissed her ear. She could smell the faint scent of alcohol and mint on him. He said,
"I'm going to take a shower."
"Wait for me."
He had been drinking.
Fearing she might dislike the smell of alcohol.
That's why he was going to shower.
Even if it was difficult to endure, he still prioritized Lin Mucí's feelings. Lin Mucí lay on the bed, tossing and turning—she didn't know how long it had been.
When Ling Qianhe returned, she was still unable to calm down.
He smiled.
His voice seeped into her ear. Da Feng Novel Network.
Like the gentle notes of a zither.
"What's wrong?"
"Missing me?"
She bit her lip.
To say she didn't miss him.
Seemed too disingenuous.
He drew closer, his fingertips tracing her cheek. She felt as if she were being ignited by him.
He was the match that ignited her. He leaned closer, and she felt hot and flushed, her entire being filled with desire.
"Qianhe..."
She looked into his eyes.
He slowly kissed her.
A clear and bright smile still lingered in his eyes.
"What?"
She was both shy and expectant.
Her voice was as low as a mosquito's hum.
Very soft.
"You... hurry up."
"You..."
She even stammered.
"Stop tormenting me like this, okay?"
Ling Qianhe chuckled.
"Are you urging me on?"
"So Xiao Ci can also be impatient sometimes."
Lin Mucí heard him laugh. She had only one thought in her mind—this guy was clearly doing it on purpose! He was simply... simply too wicked!
A big bad guy!
She had intended to scold him a few words, but after a moment, she could no longer speak. Her voice instead turned into whimpers, into hushed moans tinged with a tremor.
He kissed her lips.
"I want Xiao Ci to only have me in her heart."
"I want your eyes to see only me."
"Your world to only contain me."
"Is that okay?"
He chose this moment to ask, clearly... clearly on purpose!
A big scoundrel!
A bad person!
Lin Mucí wanted to scold him a few words but couldn't bring herself to. Ling Qianhe's fingertips brushed through her dishevelled hair, looking at her fair and flawless face. He was still smiling, then he earnestly kissed her forehead.
His kiss.
Deep and sincere.
Carrying twelve-tenths of his affection.
He brushed her cheek with his fingertip. This man, who was usually as cold and aloof as a celestial being descending to earth, became hoarse when moved, but it made her heart race. He then turned his head, kissing from her forehead to her earlobe.
Every kiss.
Was a form of teasing.
She looked at him with tear-filled eyes.
He still smiled back, but the closer he pressed against her, the more she felt she could hear Ling Qianhe's heartbeat, pounding strongly. Her eyes widened in a daze, and he kissed her again until they were both lost in a passionate haze. She heard Ling Qianhe tell her,
"What to do."
"No matter how I kiss you, it doesn't seem to be enough."
Her eyes widened in astonishment.
Her breathing quickened.
Her heart was in disarray.
He said,
"Someone you like this much cannot be hidden away."
"It's truly a pity."
The thought of.
So many rivals in love worldwide.
Made him angry.
However.
The Xiao Ci before him was his.
This side of her, so sweet it was almost maddening.
And this side of Lin Mucí.
Only he would ever be able to see.
Thinking this, Ling Qianhe was instantly satisfied.
He embraced her, kissed her, and possessed her with all his might—while also contemplating.
When.
Could he have Xiao Ci truly bear him a child?