When the light kiss cracks
Director Yu laughed so hard he was bent over backwards, and immediately raised his hand to stop him: "Clap clap clap clap clap..."
Hahahaha...
"Congratulations to our teacher Ling on wrapping up filming."
Thank you.
The assistant director smiled broadly and leaned in to tease, "Teacher Ling, when are you having your wedding banquet?"
Qiao Yu blushed, and Ling Chuan smiled at her, "That depends on Teacher Qiao's schedule."
Everyone looked at Qiao Yu with great interest. Qiao Yu pursed her lips tightly and kicked Ling Chuan as well, saying, "Don't talk nonsense."
Ling Chuan dodged backward and missed the kick.
Qiao Yu pouted and ran away with a blush on her face.
Xida and Yang Yu chased after them, giggling.
Ling Chuan also walked over to Director Yu, his eyes full of gratitude, "Thank you, Director Yu."
"You little rascal, finally someone can keep you in check. Keep it up!"
Ling Chuan nodded, and Director Yu added, "Don't worry, everyone will keep quiet for you and wait for your official announcement."
The next day, Ling Chuan also took Qiao Yu to the filming location of the Qiao family again.
Sunlight pierced through the clouds. Beside the earthen wall of the Qiao family's house, the two stood side by side. In the dappled sunlight, the light kissed the depths of the cracks, and flowers bloomed in the gaps by the window.
The wind, carrying the fragrance of earth, swept by. When he turned his head to look at her, he saw her smiling at the shadow of the flowers.
Ling Chuan smiled and quietly moved closer to her, their shadows overlapping in the morning light.
She turned her head and met his smiling eyes.
A glimmer of light fell on his eyelashes, sparkling. She asked, "Why are you looking at me?"
He didn't answer, but smiled and pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on her head, his eyes filled with tenderness.
After a long pause, he replied, "I've made sure to cherish every summer I'll spend with you from now on..."
......
After two months of filming, Qiao Yu and her team returned to Haicheng.
As per Director Yu's request, Qiao Yu's voice-over needs to be re-recorded.
That evening, Qiao Yu had just come out of the recording studio when she received a message from Ling Chuanye asking her to go to the underground parking lot.
Xida accompanied Qiaoyu down the elevator and wanted to put a shawl on her.
"No need, just get on the bus, it's not cold."
Xida smiled, pursing her lips: "Okay, okay, of course I'm not cold with someone by my side."
Qiao Yu glared at her, her ears turning red: "Shh, don't say it."
"Okay, okay, I won't say it..." Xida couldn't help but giggle.
Are you coming back tonight?
Qiao Yu blushed: "Of course I'll come back."
"Will Teacher Ling let you come back?"
"You still dare to say that..."
"Sigh, I'm almost all alone."
"......"
Stepping out of the elevator lobby, the familiar black G-Class roared in a deep rumble. Xida glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then quickly opened the car door.
Qiao Yu lowered her head and got into the car.
The G-Wagon roared away, and only then did Xida return to his own car, satisfied.
Inside the car, the heating was on full blast, and Qiao Yu leaned back lazily.
Ling Chuan also glanced at her; it was almost November, and she was only wearing a white knitted cardigan.
He looked away, suppressing the curve of his lips. "It's getting cold. Why aren't you wearing more clothes?"
"It's hot in the recording studio."
"Didn't bring a coat?"
"Um......"
Ling Chuan also reached into the back seat and took his black coat, "Put this on when we get out of the car."
The black coat fell onto her lap, still carrying his scent.
Her lips unconsciously curved into a smile, and she slipped her hands into her sleeves, loosely covering them; they were still warm inside.
The car lights cast a warm yellow glow. Qiao Yu turned her head and looked at Ling Chuan's hands, which were also gripping the steering wheel.
His joints were clearly defined, and his movements were swift and steady, following the slight turn of his wrist.
The streetlights outside the window swept past quickly, casting dappled shadows on his profile. His eyelashes drooped slightly, and his lips were gently pursed.
Qiao Yu didn't speak, but quietly curved the corners of her mouth, making even the coolness of the wind seeping in through the car window seem gentle.
Upon arriving at the underground parking lot, Lingchuan smoothly drove the car into a parking space, turned off the engine, and got out.
He then went around to the passenger side and gently opened the car door, and Qiao Yu finally woke up from her drowsy state.
Her cheeks were rosy, her doe eyes blinked, and her hair was a little messy, with a few strands sticking to her cheeks.
Ling Chuan smiled and reached out to smooth her stray hairs.
We've arrived.
Her voice still carried a lingering nasal tone, so gentle it touched his heart.
Ling Chuan leaned closer, a slight smile playing on his lips, his voice slightly grainy: "Yeah, we're home."
Qiao Yu nodded blankly, turned around to get out of the car, but was blocked in front of her.
The two faced each other, one sitting inside the car and the other standing outside, his tall figure looming over them.
The lingering grumpiness from waking up made Qiao Yu frown and mutter, "Let's go."
Ling Chuan's chest heaved slightly, a low, deep laugh escaping his lips. He lowered his head and whispered in her ear, "Let me help you wake up..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a warm hand clasped the back of her head, pulling her forward.
Soft lips, carrying a hot breath, brushed from her ear to her cheek, finally pressing together, their breaths mingling.
Qiao Yu's body trembled slightly, and finally she honestly closed her eyes.
He instantly swallowed all breaths, a scalding heat surged up, then gradually slowed in the waves, gently and softly entwining.
The temperature inside the car was rising steadily, mingling with the cool air that was pouring in, and his refreshing and pleasant scent enveloped her entire body.
After a long while, Ling Chuan finally let go, their noses touching, both of them slightly out of breath.
While catching his breath, he turned his head and whispered in her ear, "Qiaoqiao, I think I've discovered something."
Still panting heavily, Qiao Yu's ears turned red again, and she stammered, "What?"
The next instant, the burning heat and wetness from her earlobe made her unconsciously let out a sound, her body trembled slightly, and her hands tightly gripped Ling Chuanye's collar.
She called out to him in a hoarse voice, "Ling Chuanye..."
Warm, moist lips lingered near her ear, slowly taking in and teasing her. Qiao Yu felt her whole body go limp, and her heart beat faster and faster.
It wasn't until a car horn sounded nearby that Qiao Yu snapped out of her daze and pushed Ling Chuan away.
Her watery eyes glared resentfully at the person in front of her who was still slowly wiping the water stains from the corner of his lips.
He smiled faintly, his eyes holding a subtle, almost imperceptible flirtation that, like a feather gently brushing past, made her heart flutter.
After a few seconds, Ling Chuan smiled, bent down, picked up his coat which had been hanging on the ground, and draped it over Qiao Yu's back, asking gently, "Are you hungry?"
Qiao Yu snorted coldly, not wanting to pay him any attention.
He pulled her tightly into his arms and smiled indulgently, "Let's go home. I made your favorite food."
The two then entered the elevator.
Not far away, a DSLR camera was hiding behind a wall, its shutter button clicking incessantly...
When they got home, Ling Chuan offered Qiao Yu slippers and helped her take off her coat.
With her keen sense of smell, Qiao Yu caught a whiff of the delicious aroma wafting from the kitchen and slipped on her slippers to head there.
"What delicious food are you making?"
Ling Chuan followed behind her, shaking his head with a helpless smile, "Spicy crab."
"Wow......"
Just as Qiao Yu was about to lift the pot lid, Ling Chuan reached out and pulled her back, saying, "Wash your hands first."
He pulled the person towards the sink, where water gushed down. He placed his well-defined knuckles on the sink, and their hands intertwined in the sound of the water, the water so warm it was almost scalding.
Qiao Yu blushed again as she recalled what had happened in the car.
Ling Chuan lowered his eyes slightly, a half-smile on his face, and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Qiao Yu looked up abruptly, and there before her were his playful eyes, exactly the same as when they were in the car.
She quickly pulled her hand away, her panicked eyes blinking rapidly. "No, I'm hungry..."
"......"
At the dinner table, Qiao Yu, wearing disposable gloves, ate heartily.
Ling Chuan, wearing gloves and using pliers, picked up the crabs one by one, peeled off their shells, and handed them to Qiao Yu.
As the mountain of crab shells slowly piled up, Ling Chuan finally put down his tools, wiped his hands, and rested his chin on his hand, turning to the side to quietly watch her.
Qiao Yu had juice all over her mouth from eating, but Ling Chuan still calmly picked up a tissue and raised his hand to wipe it off for her.
Startled by the sudden movement, Qiao Yu paused, initially taken aback. When she met Ling Chuan's serious expression, she slowly curved her lips into a smile and leaned closer.
"Thank you, Teacher Ling..."
Ling Chuan scoffed softly and watched her eat.
He switched from resting his chin on one hand to resting his forehead on both hands.
A faint sadness emanated from his brows.
Seeing that Qiao Yu was almost finished eating, he finally asked, "Was it good?"
"tasty."
Qiao Yu took off her gloves by herself, "Teacher Ling's cooking is just to my liking, it would be a shame if she didn't become a chef."
"Greedy cat..."
The next second, Qiao Yu's body swayed, and he suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms. His hot palms were tightly wrapped around her waist, and the heat spread up her back.
Ling Chuan lowered his eyes and leaned closer, his breath warm against his ear, and said with a mischievous smile, "When will you make me drool?"
Qiao Yu: "..."
Qiao Yu belatedly realized what was happening, her face flushed as she buried her head in front of him.
He muttered, "Ling Chuanye, aren't you ashamed?"
Ling Chuan smiled and replied, "What's the big deal? Someone is overthinking it."
Qiao Yu thought she had misunderstood, covered her face, and lifted her eyelids, "Then what do you mean?"
Ling Chuan raised an eyebrow, "It means you can stick to me."
Qiao Yu took a deep breath and nodded with a sigh of relief.
In an instant, Ling Chuan's lips curled into a wicked smile again, and his hands around her waist tightened even more.
He leaned closer to her, his hot breath brushing against her cheek, and his deep voice reached her ears, "Qiaoqiao is so good, it makes me want to tease her."
Qiao Yu's pupils contracted, and another monosyllable escaped from her lips.
......
The table was in disarray, and Qiao Yu, like a fish that hadn't breathed for a long time, gasped for air.
A tear inexplicably rolled down her cheek, and Ling Chuan comforted her back.
She gently coaxed, "Qiaoqiao, if you can't even handle this, what will you do in the future?"
Qiao Yu got off him and glared at him fiercely: "Ling Chuanye, you wait."
Ling Chuan smiled and stood up, wrapping his arms around her waist: "Okay, I'll wait."
He kissed her forehead reassuringly, then slowly lowered his pouting lips.
"Is there another recording tomorrow?"
"Um, what time is your flight?"
"Nine o'clock in the morning, brand event in the afternoon, and cocktail party in the evening."
Qiao Yu nodded, pondering in her heart.
......
The next day, Qiao Yu finished recording early in the morning and then rushed to the airport with Xi Da.
Ling Chuan also flew to Beijing early in the morning, and Yang Yu had gone to Beijing a few days ago to find brand events for her.
She and Xida are now free to go wherever they want.
Upon landing in Beijing, Yang Yu sent a minivan to pick him up.
In late October in Beijing, the ginkgo leaves at the entrance of the alley were covered with fallen leaves, making a rustling sound when cars drove over them. Sunlight filtered through the sparse branches, scattering golden fragments on the gray brick walls.
A cool breeze swept by, and pedestrians, wrapped tightly in their coats, slowly walked away, clutching hot roasted chestnuts.
Yang Yu teased her, "You're so sticky, you can't let go of me for even a day."
Qiao Yu looked out the window, "Not as good as someone else."
Yang Yu exclaimed "Hey!" and raised her hand to tickle her. Qiao Yu smiled, shrank her neck, and turned away, saying, "No, don't tickle me, I was wrong."
Yang Yu let her go, squinting at her, "Tell me, why don't you let him know what you're plotting?"
Qiao Yu and Xi Da exchanged a glance and leaned close to Yang Yu's ear.
After hearing this, Yang Yu curled her lips and said, "Be careful... you'll get burned if you play with fire."
Qiao Yuxi: "......"
Xida pressed on, asking, "What do you mean?"
Yang Yu turned her head away and casually said, "It's nothing, it's fine. I'll wait and see." ...a show.
The mall's atrium was packed with people in the afternoon. Fans held up light boards and screamed, while orange fluorescent banners swayed in the crowd.
Qiao Yuxi, wearing a mask and a baseball cap, stood in the crowd, holding up a light board and staring at Ling Chuanye's huge backdrop.
He stood at an angle, dressed in a well-tailored suit, his hand resting on his watch, a faint smile playing on his lips.
Xida: "Qiaoqiao, with so many people, will Teacher Ling be able to see us?"
Qiao Yu raised an eyebrow: "It depends on him."
Xida covered her mouth and laughed, "Qiaoqiao, if we can't see him, does that mean we've excluded him?"
Qiao nodded reasonably, "You're right..."
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