Chapter 56 I really want to take it by force, right now.

After exchanging greetings with the band members, the two finally left the backstage.

Compared to the clamor of the final performance from the other side of the stage, this side seemed much quieter and calmer. The chill of the night wind blew against her face, and Cheng Luanxin finally found her voice. Blushing, she punched Song Qiuchi's shoulder. "Song Qiuchi, are you crazy? You dare to use such a big stage to cheat people? You're really brave!"

Song Qiuchi grabbed her wrist and looked at her seriously: "Tell me clearly, how did I commit fraud?"

Cheng Luanxin blushed, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum: "We're just hyping up our relationship, do you really need to confess on such a big stage? That's really taking up public resources..."

Song Qiuchi looked at her with a half-smile. "What do you think? If we were just hyping up our relationship, would I have to confess on such a big stage?"

Cheng Luan was stunned and confused: "What... do you mean?"

Song Qiuchi looked at her steadily: "What do I mean, don't you understand?"

Cheng Luanxin chewed over Song Qiuchi's words three times in her mind. After confirming that there was no other way to understand them, her eyes slowly widened. She unconsciously took two steps back and looked at Song Qiuchi in disbelief: "You...you can't mean what I understand?"

Song Qiuchi said: "So I ask you, what is your answer?"

Cheng Luanxin was completely stunned, her head was buzzing, and she lost the ability to think for a moment.

What Song Qiuchi meant was... she was not acting, but was confessing to her sincerely.

However, Song Qiuchi actually confessed to her.

How could Song Qiuchi confess to her? !

Haven't they always been sworn enemies? Even if their relationship has eased somewhat now, it shouldn't have progressed so quickly. How could it suddenly...

No...it seems that there were already clues...Cheng Luanxin suddenly had an epiphany and recalled many fragments of her life.

The words Song Qiuchi said echoed in her mind:

"But I've recently discovered that I just seem to like fancy things."

"What's wrong? This is a couples photo studio. Is it weird that I want to take a love photo with you?"

"It doesn't matter whether it's art or not. I have no problem devoting myself to you."

"By then, we should have changed back, so I hope it fits better."

…

Could it be that Song Qiuchi had not been acting all along, but was hinting to her bit by bit?

How stupid was she to have to wait until Song Qiuchi said this before she understood?

Seeing her blank stare and a dazed look, Song Qiuchi reluctantly helped her tie up her collar: "It's windy, get in the car first, and we'll talk about it when we get back."

Cheng Luanxin even forgot how to walk and let Song Qiuchi push her forward.

The two of them got into the nanny car, each sitting in a corner, neither of them wanting to speak.

Cheng Luanxin felt her face was even hotter than when she was watching the show. She rubbed her temples and looked again, her hands were covered with sequins.

...No wonder Song Qiuchi has become so indulgent towards her now, even letting her wear this kind of makeup. It turns out it's because...

Like her.

But what was it about her that made Song Qiuchi like her?

Cheng Luanxin has always been confident and doesn't think she is inferior to others, but at this moment, she is a little confused.

The main reason was that her personality was too different from Song Qiuchi's. She still looked down on Song Qiuchi's cautiousness, so she never imagined that Song Qiuchi would approve of her carefreeness.

However, it was this kind of Song Qiuchi who confessed to her.

No matter how I think about it, it still seems unbelievable.

Even the longest road has its end. Saying goodbye to the driver, the two were about to head from one confined space to another. Cheng Luanxin swiped the fingerprint lock and subconsciously wanted to escape into the house, but was stopped by Song Qiuchi.

"Don't you want to chat?"

Cheng Luanxin felt that Song Qiuchi's hand was burning hot, and she subconsciously pulled away: "I... I need to take off my makeup..."

Song Qiuchi nodded: "Wait for you."

Cheng Luanxin rushed into the bathroom and stared blankly at the image reflected in the mirror. It was indeed Song Qiuchi's facial features, but the expression she wore was unique to her. She had to admit that over the past month, she and Song Qiuchi had become the closest people, and they were irreplaceable people in this world.

But does she like Song Qiuchi?

She hadn't thought about it.

For her, "love" has always been just a conceptual term. She once placed beautiful hopes on it, but never touched it. Being confessed by Du Zhiruo was probably the closest she had ever been to "love", but the subsequent developments only made her more confused, and even began to doubt her own understanding of "love".

And now, Song Qiuchi confessed to her, and made such a fuss about it.

She knew that with Song Qiuchi's personality, this was definitely not a spur-of-the-moment thing, so she couldn't respond casually.

So the question comes back again, does she like Song Qiuchi?

What does it mean to like someone, anyway?

Cheng Luan's mind was in a mess, and she rushed to the bathroom again, deciding to listen to what Song Qiuchi had to say first.

Song Qiuchi was helping Cheng Luanxin pack the clothes she would need for the group when he saw Cheng Luanxin come out: "You took thirty-five minutes to remove your makeup."

Cheng Luanxin: "..."

She didn't dare look Song Qiuchi in the eye, her gaze wandering: "This makeup is a little hard to remove today, please understand, please understand."

Song Qiuchi zipped up the suitcase and sat back on the sofa. "I've packed everything you need to bring. If you're worried, you can check it later. Be smart when you join the crew, listen to the director, and get along well with your fellow actors. If you have time, you can read the handouts I prepared for you. Be serious when filming. Don't be ashamed to be the last one, and there is no creation without destruction."

"I've studied so hard, it shouldn't be the end..." Cheng Luanxin scratched his head, "Don't worry, I will do my best not to embarrass you."

Song Qiuchi nodded: "Then let's get to the point. What do you think about being with me?"

Cheng Luanxin didn't expect Song Qiuchi to say it so directly, and her face suddenly flushed: "I... I haven't thought about it yet."

Song Qiuchi smiled and asked, "When are you going to consider it?"

Cheng Luanxin hesitated: "Don't be so impatient... Can't you give me some time... Don't act like you're robbing me..."

Song Qiuchi chuckled: "I really want to take it by force, right now."

"Stop! Stop talking!" Cheng Luanxin couldn't bear to hear any more, and knowing that what followed wouldn't be good, she interrupted hurriedly, "Free love is advocated now! Robbery is no longer fashionable!"

"Then what do you mean by fashionable?" Song Qiuchi looked at her seriously. "I'll cater to your taste."

Cheng Luanxin just realized that Song Qiuchi was really thick-skinned. He had the nerve to say anything. She whispered, "How come you have no sense of shame at all? You just like me so much..."

Song Qiuchi said seriously, "In my view of love, there should be no reservations between lovers. It is quite normal to have desires. There is no need for me to feel ashamed of having desires for you. As for whether I like you or not - if I didn't like you, I wouldn't go to such great lengths to please you."

Lover, unreserved, desire... just a few words were enough to make Cheng Luan blush. Regardless of how much favor she had earned, she certainly had earned quite a bit of shock.

But Song Qiuchi was so serious that she had to straighten her back. She also straightened her back seriously. "To be honest, I really didn't expect you to like me. I always thought you were acting in front of the camera... I apologize for my slowness. As for my response, I... I need to think about it again. I'm in a state of confusion right now. If I agree to this without thinking, it would be irresponsible to you, so please wait a little longer..."

"How long will it take?" Song Qiuchi narrowed his eyes. "Give me a rough estimate."

"Hmm..." Cheng Luan pondered, feeling embarrassed to delay it for too long. "Then the day after tomorrow? Aren't you coming to visit me on set the day after tomorrow? I'll try to give you a response that day, okay?"

"Okay." Song Qiuchi responded, "Go to bed early. I'll take you there tomorrow."