Chapter 82 Chapter 82

An Jiyue finally found a chance to catch her breath, but the time was still not enough.

She couldn't figure out which step had led to the current situation.

A pale blue nightgown lay in a pitiful, crumpled heap at the foot of the bed, half dragging on the floor. The sheets, changed less than 24 hours earlier, were once again dotted with damp circles. A tucked-in corner was lifted up again by a pair of tender white toes, leaving the entire bed in disarray.

Everything happened so suddenly that An Jiyue could only recall the sound of a door slamming. She rushed out of the study, and her last clear image was Lu Ye bending over, stuffing his new leather shoes into the shoe cabinet, and then squeezing two pumps of disinfectant from the entrance to wash his hands.

Everything that happened next was like the footage of a camera that had lost its balance. She was firmly held in the arms of the oncoming man, and her whole body flew into the air in an instant. The arms of the man holding her were as hard as iron, and he was so relaxed that even his breathing did not change at all.

In a flash, she was back on the spacious, comfortable bed, and was immediately pressed tightly against it. Two hands were placed by her ears, and heavy breathing accompanied by an uncontrollable kiss, brushing across her eyebrows, eyes, cheeks, and finally invading her lips and tongue.

An Jiyue was stunned for a long time, her body reacting faster than her brain - she found herself uncontrollably responding and catering to him.

"You, what are you doing..." She whimpered in between kisses, but was suddenly bitten, as if punishing her for her inattentive talk.

Lu Ye's arm had already passed through her neck, holding her tightly in his embrace. His eyes were filled with blatant desire, the blazing fire almost burning them both.

An Jiyue heard his angry voice growling in her ear: "How dare you. And you're getting engaged to someone else."

An Jiyue was stunned for half a second. She had already put this matter behind her. She hurriedly tried to explain that it was just a favor, but Lu Ye sealed her lips again without giving any explanation.

"No need to say anything." He resolutely placed his trust in her, just as he had done back then. "Between you and me, there's no need to say anything."

Even so, why didn't he stop? An Jiyue frowned, feeling his kisses wandering around every corner. Earlobes, jaw, shoulders, chest, lower abdomen——

His usual calmness disappeared, and he was like a beast that had been suppressed for too long and released its nature, desperately using the most primitive means to mark his territory.

Lu Ye's voice was hoarse, and a chaotic beauty finally appeared before his eyes. He took a deep breath and lowered his head.

Lu Ye raised his head while she was trembling as if she had been electrocuted, and looked at her bright red little face and half-closed almond eyes.

His eyes were bloodshot, like a lion after a feast: "You can't give me the title, but I want everything in reality."

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After three days and three nights, An Jiyue finally returned to P City with soft steps.

"The Last Days Lovers" has entered the final stage of advance recording. The script has been polished for nearly a week, and many details have been confirmed with the guests. It will officially start filming tomorrow.

Dating variety shows are like tie-dyeing. The process of getting along is full of collisions and knots, and then they are immersed in blue dye. Only by revealing your true feelings at the last moment can you see what kind of picture you have gained.

In the final episode, the male guest prepared a special date for the female guest he liked. The guests were naturally divided into three groups, and Director Zhang, Director Wu, and An Jiyue also joined the group.

The flight had already been rescheduled once due to weather. An Jiyue missed the night before the official date, so the male and female guests chatted in the living room and on the rooftop, discussing not only their current relationship preferences but also their respective life plans.

Zhan Nianqing's business is getting bigger and bigger, and Zhu Ling's handmade flower tea project is also expanding in scale, so the two successful people begin to be asked about the progress of another major event in their lives.

Zhan Nianqing said in a conventional way: "When I meet the right time and the right person, I will naturally seize it."

Shu Jun had learned a lot of bad things from Rongrong, and deliberately ruined Zhan Nianqing's plan: "Mr. Zhan, haven't you met the right person yet?"

Zhan Nianqing glanced at the camera guiltily, obviously worried that his hesitation would be seen by someone: "That's not what I meant..."

Zhong Xinwu blinked her eyes tenderly and considerately helped him out: "How could that be? Mr. Zhan must have the right person around him."

Zhan Nianqing gave him a grateful glance. But Zhong Xinwu immediately added an innocent yet sinister accusation: "To describe the places you visit every day as 'a sea of beautiful women' is an understatement, isn't it? Finding a suitable partner is a piece of cake."

Zhan Nianqing's mouthful of blood clotted in his chest, and he almost suffocated himself. He was kind by nature, and when he met Zhong Xinwu's clear eyes like glass, he couldn't utter a word of rebuttal.

His original intention was that the time was not right yet. He was really attracted to Guan Haifu, but she had just started working, and she was in his own company.

Will it put pressure on her to make it known so early?

Furthermore, he couldn't bear to see Hefu become a married woman right after graduation. She was still a young girl, and she should be enjoying the freedom of single life, meeting new friends her own age, going shopping, traveling, hiking, and using her boundless energy to experience things he was completely unable to do.

Thinking of this, Zhan Nianqing hesitated about tomorrow's invitation.

He had indeed planned everything for the date carefully, but he had not yet made up his mind whether to confess his feelings in the final step.

Zhan Nianqing was particularly frank in discussing his concerns with the director team. The martial arts director who was in charge of his and Hai Fu's parts changed his usual rigorous and formal style, and sympathetically said that it didn't matter if he hadn't thought it through, and that he could just do whatever he wanted when the time came.

There is a reason why Director Wu is so open-minded. He personally led the female guest group all the way down. Director Wu knew very well that even if Zhan Nianqing hesitated at the last moment, Guan Haifu would definitely go ahead bravely.

He wasn't wrong. During the girl's talk in the living room, Zhu Ling and Rong Rong were cheering for Guan Haifu's confession plan for tomorrow.

Guan Haifu blushed a little after being encouraged: "Stop talking about me, Rongrong, what are your plans?"

Rongrong panicked for a moment and quickly put on an indifferent expression, his eyes darting around.

"Just let it be. I always go with the flow with things like this."

Zhu Ling and Hai Fu looked at each other and couldn't help laughing: Pretending again.

Rongrong has a sharp tongue but a soft heart. She says it doesn't matter, as if no one cares. But last time, the usually good-tempered Shu Jun was hot and cold and scolded her, she was still unhappy all day.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see her growing concern for Shu Jun, but she was the only one who refused to acknowledge it, and even inadvertently made Shu Jun jealous of her and Zhong Xinwu.

Although everyone favors this pair of happy little enemies, they are also really worried that the two will make mistakes because of their hypocrisy.

An Jiyue, who was in charge of this group, was also sweating.

After all the female guests arrived, the program team released three sets of date invitations. They did not specify the time, place, or activity, but were riddles designed by the male guests themselves.

"The male guests incorporate the little bits of tacit understanding between themselves and the female guests they like into the puzzles, and these are the clues to the date."

Small exclamations erupted simultaneously from both the Garden Villa and the Huayi Studio. Today's date was being livestreamed to the Huayi Building, with observers recording their reactions on-site.

The female artist asked: "If we can't guess the answer in the end, will the production team give us some 'cheating' hints?"

After receiving a negative answer, the uncle artist shook his head: "It's too difficult. Whether the confession will be successful is no longer the biggest variable. What we need to consider now is whether the other party can find you."

The clues left by the male guests were very limited, but after the three of them received them, they did not seem to be without a clue. Instead, they thought for a while and then left one after another.

An Jiyue followed Rongrong, but saw her look around for a while after she went out, and then casually swept away a shared bicycle on the side of the road.

The entire C group was stunned for a few seconds, only the cameraman walked briskly, carrying the camera and rushed to the front of Rongrong, and added a few shots of her riding a bicycle.

"Well done." An Jiyue, who ran over second, panted slightly and gave a thumbs up next to the cameraman.

"Thank you, Director An. Do you know where she's going? So we can be prepared."

An Jiyue nodded. Although she didn't understand the riddle left by Shu Jun, she had seen Shu Jun's appointment schedule in advance and knew the final location. An Jiyue was about to give instructions when she saw Rongrong suddenly turn a corner.

No, we've veered off course. An Jiyue grabbed the photography teacher and ran off, while Xu Mu cleverly ran back to start the camera car and picked up the rest of Team C to chase after them.

Rongrong quickly turned out of the alley again, as if she had no clear destination.

She strolled along the tree-lined street, then wandered around the bookstore for a while. She passed by a snack street filled with fireworks and bought some fried skewers. She was also attracted by the shabby advertising screen of the old audio-visual store next to the fried skewers stall.

The screen was playing a shoddy clip from a Super Mario game, Mario constantly falling down chimneys and returning to his respawn point to start over. It was a dull game, and the way he died was pretty much the same every time. Besides the kids, the only people who could stand there and watch it were Fluffy.

She suddenly pushed the shared bike to the side of the road, parked it, walked to the main road, and hailed a taxi.

Oops, they didn't catch up. An Jiyue thought to herself that this was not good. They should have gotten in the car together to film at this moment.

"Director An, get in the car!" Xu Mu caught up in a camera car.

An Jiyue and the photographer quickly got in and followed the taxi closely all the way to a residential area.

An Jiyue looked around and suddenly stood in front of the camera and instructed, "Remember to blur it out in post-production."

Rongrong, carrying the fried skewers, leisurely walked upstairs, took out her old key and opened the door. It turned out that this was her own home.

She hummed a tuneless little tune and pushed open the door, suddenly realizing that someone was already sitting on the sofa. Rongrong raised her eyebrows and met the person's eyes.

Shu Jun stood up swiftly, his well-proportioned and fit body standing there a little awkwardly waiting for her. The projector he turned on was showing the external game screen.

The door was open, and the camera crew tiptoed in, filming as discreetly as possible.

They sat in silence. Mario on the screen died again.