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The privacy film on the car windows provided excellent concealment, but the streetlights shone through them, casting flickering shadows of the figures kissing in the back of the van.

The faint sounds of kissing were locked in the enclosed space. As the atmosphere heated up, the kissing figures gradually leaned and fell onto the not-so-spacious seats.

After an unknown amount of time, the passionate kiss ended, and unsurprisingly, Mu Xingye was aroused again.

If he just kisses her, will Su Qingran think he's frivolous?

The man was breathing heavily, supporting himself so as not to press completely against Qingran, lest he discover that something was wrong.

Qingran lay back in her seat watching him, the faint scent of leather from the seat and the fresh incense in the air filling her nostrils. Streetlights passed by outside the window, illuminating the man's mixed-race features, highlighting his strikingly handsome, deep-set eyes and brows.

He reached out and used his fingertips to trace the man's sharp, black eyebrows, feeling their soft texture, then stroked his thick eyelashes up and down.

"Hoshino."

"Um?"

Mu Xingye, who had been letting him do whatever he wanted with his eyes closed, opened them to look at him.

Mu Xingye has a pair of very beautiful eyes.

Because of their foreign ancestry, they have deep-set eyes, double eyelids, and straight, thick eyelashes. When they look at people without any emotion, they always give off a strange sense of pressure.

But when its owner relaxes and softens, these eyes possess a vastness and tranquility like the deep blue sea, as if the world is so big that you are the only one who can be seen.

At this moment, those eyes focused intently on reflecting Qingran's figure.

Qingran felt her blood surging and her body slightly warm.

He liked this feeling; he liked it when people looked at him, only at him, their joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness fluctuating solely because of his every move. This was more addictive to him than physical pleasure.

The fingers that had been playing with the eyelashes moved to the lips and caressed the lip line for a while.

The gestures were suggestive and provocative, but the eyes were pure and bright.

Qingran said, "Kiss me again."

Like a siren emerging from the deep sea, she sat on the reef under the cool moonlight, using her voice to lure passing ships.

Mu Xingye couldn't help but be seduced. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of his chest, and his old ailment seemed to be flaring up even more severely.

The bewitched sailor followed his inner guidance and jumped into the sea in a beautiful and dreamlike illusion, where he kissed his moon.

Mu Xingye felt that he was luckier than the legendary sailor, and his illusion was also reality.

Their lips met in perfect harmony, kissing deeply and gently, lingering and caressing, before the kisses moved from their lips to their necks.

Mu Xingye gradually forgot his worries and relaxed his body.

He reached out and touched the young man's hands, pressed them against the sides of his head, and slowly unfolded his slightly curled palms to interlock his fingers with the young man's.

A passionate kiss moved across her neck.

With his head tilted to the side, Qingran's red lips parted slightly. Feeling the man's gentle touch, his hands, which were being held, unconsciously tightened, but he only held the man's hands even more intimately.

“Babe.”

The man's low, intimate voice was in her ear.

Using his chin to block the obstruction of the collar, Mu Xingye kissed his way from the young man's slender swan neck down to his rounded shoulders, gently biting and sucking on his collarbone through the thin skin.

It immediately left a pink plum blossom on the fair skin.

Qingran snorted softly and raised her knee: "Can you still hold back?"

Only then did Mu Xingye belatedly realize that he had forgotten to conceal the abnormality of his body, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine."

After enduring so many years, what's a little more time?

Seeing that Qingran's face was only flushed with desire and did not show any unusual expression due to his excessive desire, he became more unrestrained and bold.

Her chest heaved rapidly as Qingran broke free of her hands and hugged the head that was rubbing against her chest: "How long can we stay this time?"

Mu Xingye's voice was muffled: "There are no other plans until the end of October."

I'm going to start holding concerts in November, tentatively in three cities. It will take about a month to complete all the tours.

Then after a period of rest, we can celebrate the Chinese New Year.

He told Qingran about his schedule, and Qingran had only one thought after hearing it: "How idle."

He was almost finished with his career, but he still took on a lot of commercial performances on and off. They weren't very high-quality and were just paid gigs. Mu Xingye, on the other hand, can hold concerts whenever he wants and take a break whenever he doesn't.

Is this the confidence that comes with a privileged family background?

Mu Xingye: "How long can you rest?"

Qingran: "There's an audition next week. I need to familiarize myself with the script and figure out the character during that time."

The man looked up from his chest, his lips wet.

Qingran leaned in and kissed him: "Hoshino, stay with me?"

The man reluctantly hummed in agreement.

It was past 9 p.m. when the van drove back to the hotel in Yanshi.

Surprisingly, there were a few fans holding up their phones and waiting near the hotel entrance, it was unclear whether they were waiting for Qing Ran and her group or if another celebrity was coming.

Just in case, Qingran and Mu Xingye went their separate ways. Qingran, dressed neatly, went into the hotel first with her assistant.

Mu Xingye remained in the van, waiting for his body to calm down. The lingering jasmine scent on his lips made the process seem to drag on indefinitely.

At that moment, the front and rear partitions lowered, and Fix asked from his seat, "Hoshino, you and Teacher Su..."

Mu Xingye remained silent, unsure how to define their relationship.

Fix: "You two are together?"

Mu Xingye: "More or less."

Fix was a little conflicted, mainly because Su Qingran was now involved in the drugging incident.

Although there is currently no evidence to suggest that the other party was responsible, as long as the person who administered the drug is not identified, Su Qingran cannot be completely free of suspicion.

He wanted to offer a word of advice, but after seeing the lighthearted look on the face of his employer, whom he had cared for since childhood, he swallowed his words.

Surely I can't be that unlucky?

"Oh, right, I got you a variety show gig related to music. It's basically about some musicians getting together to compose music and sing songs."

He learned from his experience with the last talent show and did thorough research after receiving the invitation.

"I've inquired privately, and the other invited artists include... Don't worry, they are all talented singers or songwriters."

Mu Xingye, who had just told Qingran that his vacation was very long, said, "..."

Because he was impatient with dealing with trivial matters, he entrusted everything except creative work to Fix.

Fix did ask him if he wanted to take on some other gigs during the concert preparation period. Maki Hoshino hadn't thought it through at the time and agreed because he was bored.

Mu Xingye: "When will recording begin?"

Fix: "Next month."

Mu Xingye: "I'll think about it."

Fix: "?"

It's strange that the young master, who always only says yes or no, actually said or for the first time.

It's good to be interrupted by Fix; at least my physical reaction wasn't as obvious.

Some of the fans outside the hotel had dispersed, but a few remained. There was no way they could stay inside.

Well-disguised, Mu Xingye got out of the car and walked quickly forward with Fix. Before the fans could react, the two had disappeared into the hotel lobby.

[Host, someone has taken photos of you and the male lead entering a hotel separately.]

As Qingran finished showering and dried her hair, she came out of the bathroom and heard the system's words.

Aoran: [Front? ]

System: [No, just two silhouettes.]

However, with the microscope-like investigative skills of modern fans, they will eventually be able to deduce that it's them, since both of them have appeared in Yanshi.

"Should I blacklist the photo?" the system asked.

Qingran: [No need, but if the other party posts the photos online, could you please help me suppress the buzz?]

Now is not the time for his relationship with Mu Xingye to be widely exposed.

System: [Understood]

Click, the sound of the door opening came from the doorway, and as expected, the owner of the room had returned.

The room Qingran stayed in before was booked by the production team, and it was only booked for one night.

Similarly, the system that heard the sound skillfully locked itself in a dark room.

I won't bother you anymore, bye-bye~

Not long after he finished speaking, a tall and slender figure walked in from the living room. When he saw Qingran, his eyes darkened. He casually took off his hat and mask, walked over, picked up Qingran, and headed towards the bathroom.

"Come wash with me one more time."

This time, the sound of water lasted exceptionally long, interspersed with faint sounds of conversation.

"Bae, which position do you prefer?"

The man whispered in his ear from behind, his voice husky and sexy with desire, as if someone were gently brushing a feather against his ear.

Qingran shrank her neck because of the itch and leaned back into the man's broad chest.

He tilted his head back so the man could leave a kiss on his neck, and squinted his eyes contentedly.

"I like it when you hold me like this, and I can see your posture at the same time."

Mu Xingye satisfied his request.

The bathroom's dry area features a full-wall vanity mirror, which has been meticulously cleaned by the guest room cleaning staff, leaving it spotless.

The living room also has large, bright floor-to-ceiling windows. When she was cornered, the more she struggled, the more she ended up in front of the man's mouth.

Maki Hoshino felt a chill run down his spine as he decided to add this location to his must-visit list, and let out a low sigh.

"I'm going to die."

His response was Qingran's intermittent soft murmur.

“Babe, I love your voice now.”

Qingran couldn't answer him, but his inability to answer was the best answer.

The young and impetuous man was determined to avenge his previous defeat, and that night he refused to stop, insisting on proving his physical prowess.

Having exhausted Qingran's wishes and made a mess of things, he began to fulfill his own desires.

He also wanted to look at Qingran, and wanted to kiss her while doing Z.

After her body went limp and she lost all strength, Qingran was almost suffocated by the kiss. The chain reaction in her body only fueled the man's arrogance.

"Did I perform better this time than last time?"

"Hmm."

"Bae, you're not allowed to look for anyone else."

Qingran didn't answer, so Mu Xingye tried his best and finally heard her say, "Hmm."

The man smiled with satisfaction: "You agreed to it yourself, I heard you."

The moon sets and the sun rises; their whispered conversations cease only at dawn.

The two of them went to bed without eating dinner last night. Mu Xingye hugged the drowsy person who had just finished washing up and said, "I ordered breakfast. Want to eat before you go back to sleep?"

Qingran, half asleep and half awake, rested her head on his shoulder: "Sleepy."

Fearing that he would starve, Mu Xingye insisted on feeding Qingran some food that was easy to swallow, and then clumsily helped him wash up.

After finally getting ready, I lay down on the bed.

Mu Xingye: "Bae, when will the audition you mentioned start?"

With her head buried in the man's chest, Qingran struggled to process what she was thinking: "Next month."

Oh, it matches the announcement time, then I'll accept it.

Anyway, there's time to rest during the recording period.

Mu Xingye asked casually, "Then I'll visit the set?"

Qingran slapped him across the face: "Sleepy, don't make a sound."

After a while.

"……Can."

He held her hand, kissed her palm, and put her hand under the covers. Mu Xingye then held her as they fell asleep.

When you close your eyes, the corners of your mouth turn up slightly.

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