Chapter 133 Don’t Touch Me, I’m Sweaty
Xie Jingcheng was just about to run some hot water. Although it was autumn, after a whole day of filming outside, a thin layer of sweat was inevitable on his body. It was very nice for the two of them to take a bath together and enjoy the comfortable bathing time.
Just as Xie Jingcheng was thinking this, the doorbell rang before he could even go to the bathroom.
She could only turn around to open the door. At the same time, Song Qingxing also turned around with the cat in her arms. The little white cat had become much gentler from its fierce attitude towards her at the beginning.
All this is thanks to dried fish and canned cat food.
The door was opened, and Yu Zhi stood outside the door a little embarrassedly, holding a few bouquets of flowers in his hands. Even Xie Jingcheng's assistant Tang Tang, who should have gone back to rest long ago, was there.
"What's wrong with you guys? Why buy so many flowers?"
Xie Jingcheng didn't understand.
"I didn't buy them. They were given to us by a group of Qingxing fans. However, filming ended early today and they didn't see us, so they asked us to pass the flowers on to you."
This is such a pity, Xie Jingcheng couldn't help but think that the fans came all the way to this remote place, but in the end they didn't even meet the real person.
It can be seen that he feels very aggrieved.
So she opened the door and stepped aside to make way.
"Put the flowers in the room."
The flowers were gorgeous, and it was obvious that they had been bought not long ago. There were greeting cards written on them, and the cards were full of condolences.
Not long after Song Qingxing encountered an assassination attempt, her fans were worried about her. After all, what if she was killed by a stalker fan?
This is also one of the most miserable stars.
Even if I stop acting or quit the industry, it would be better than dying like this.
Xie Jingcheng took a quick look and understood why these people were willing to go to the film and television base at all costs.
He was probably worried about Song Qingxing. After all, Song Qingxing had been with him during the days of recuperation and had hardly used social media.
So there is no news online.
Song Qingxing naturally knew that this was written by a fan for her, and she felt a little guilty, so she put the little white cat down.
Even though there was still some cat hair stuck on her face, she didn't care anymore.
"Do you have a pen?"
Xie Jingcheng didn't understand why Song Qingxing suddenly said that, but he nodded and opened the cabinet next to the TV, where there were a few pens.
It is used for emergencies, such as signing for express delivery.
"I'll write a few autographs for them as a return gift."
Song Qingxing couldn't think of any gift to give in return, so she decided to write her own artistic signature on it, because for celebrities, artistic signatures are still worth some money.
When you are an idol, you cannot sign your artistic signature randomly.
Every painting is sold for real money.
But now it’s different. I’m no longer an idol, but an actor. As an actor, I can sign as many contracts as I want. There is no limit at all.
Xie Jingcheng found the sticky note. The sticky note paper was an ordinary pink sticky note. However, Song Qingxing wrote very carefully. She only wrote a dozen or so.
He asked the assistant standing outside the door to pass it to the fans, then said a few words of thanks, closed the door, and the room returned to silence.
Xie Jingcheng stopped the action of washing up, found the vase, and selected a few of the most beautiful and gorgeous flowers to put in the living room.
As for other flowers, they are also very beautiful when piled up like this. After the flowers wither after a few days, they can be thrown into the trash can.
While arranging the flowers and organizing them, Xie Jingcheng's eyes swept over the notes. At first it was just a casual glance, but then she was shocked.
The slender fingertips picked up the note, and the small words written on the note were not simply a hope that Song Qingxing would recover quickly.
Most of them congratulate the two of them for being together for a long time.
"Cp fan?"
With her waist being hugged, Song Qingxing leaned over from behind. There was a faint floral scent in her nostrils, but more of it was the woody perfume of Xie Jingcheng.
Although there was a little sweat, it was not as smelly as the sweat on a man's body and was within an acceptable range.
"No, I think it's a fan who likes you."
Xie Jingcheng brought the note closer and at the same time broke free from Song Qingxing's embrace.
"Don't hold me so tight. I've been running several times during filming this afternoon, and I'm sweaty."
Xie Jingcheng's earlobes turned slightly red. Even the most mysophobic person could not suppress the body's instincts, and sweating was unavoidable.
"What are you afraid of? You don't stink."
Song Qingxing just smiled and teased, but still stepped back a little. She knew that people with mysophobia could not accept these small shortcomings.
His eyes fell on the paper.
Song Qingxing was stunned for a moment because she didn't believe what was written there.
[Qingxing, I wish you a speedy recovery. Oh, and stay with Jingcheng forever. She's a very kind person. Don't worry about the online rumors. Our feelings for you will never change.]
Although being an idol has very strict rules such as not being able to date, dress code, and behavior.
However, there are always people who don’t care about those things.
I simply like you as a person.
Therefore, they will respect the choice made by Song Qingxing, especially since Xie Jingcheng is not one of those ugly stars.
This is even more of a point!
Taking the greeting cards out from among the flowers, the two were surprised to find that most of them contained such blessings.
"It seems we've been accepted."
For celebrities, a relationship or a marriage that is recognized by 60% of fans or the public is already considered a top success case.
Song Qingxing didn't expect that so many people would support her, because when she made the news public, she had already prepared herself for eternal damnation.
"All this is thanks to you."
Song Qingxing folded the greeting card on the flowers, turned around, and stared at Xie Jingcheng with a pair of eyes as clear and bright as glass.
"Let them feel that we are truly in love and not just fake it or just some celebrity couple trying to hype it up."
Seeing that the two were about to get close to each other again, Xie Jingcheng's mysophobia flared up, and for once he took the initiative to push Song Qingxing away.
"Don't get so close to me. I told you I'm sweaty."
Using their palms to separate Song Qingxing, who was as clingy as a puppy, the two of them completely packed up the bouquets and put the greeting cards into a tin box for safekeeping.
Then they went to the bathroom together.
The bathroom has always been at a constant temperature, so it’s not too late to turn on the hot water now. Soon, mist fills the entire bathroom.
Xie Jingcheng took off his clothes, revealing his perfect muscle lines, which made people envious. Song Qingxing pretended to unbutton his clothes.
While keeping all his attention on Xie Jingcheng.
I have to say, Xie Jingcheng's abdominal muscles are really nice, his waistline is also good, and... that proud figure.
No matter which one, she is the best among women.
When Song Qingxing noticed that the other person had turned around, she immediately closed her eyes and pretended that she had not seen anything.
Little did they know that this little action could not be hidden at all in such a spacious bathroom.
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