Chapter 18 You're done, you're in love!
I turned on the shower, and the water temperature was just right pouring over me. Although it was a little scalding, it also brought a sense of comfort, washing away all my fatigue and the smell of alcohol.
Song Qingxing was a little afraid to look at Xie Jingcheng and stood aside alone. She had acted in so many dramas and when she was an idol, she had never been as nervous as she was now in front of tens of thousands of audiences on the stage.
Xie Jingcheng's long hair was wet. Without her glasses, her vision was a little blurry. She reached out to get the shampoo. She usually didn't use the hotel's shampoo.
Instead, she used the one that her assistant had prepared for her early in the morning. The purple crystal bottle seemed to glow under the light. With a gentle squeeze, the milky white shampoo appeared in her palm.
Xie Jingcheng gently rubbed the bubbles with his slender fingers, then turned around and looked at Song Qingxing.
"What are you doing so far away?"
"Wash yourself early and go to bed early. Dark circles won't look good."
There was no trace of lust in the other person's eyes. It seemed that he had misunderstood. Xie Jingcheng was not like a man who would get aroused when seeing a naked person.
Song Qingxing moved closer little by little.
She stepped barefoot on the patterned tiles. The shower was turned off. Small water droplets hung on both of their bodies, sliding down their milky white skin.
Xie Jingcheng also squeezed some for others.
Her technique was clumsy, but she was extremely patient.
"Xie Jingcheng, do you think I'm troublesome when you're with me?"
Song Qingxing let the other person wash her hair, feeling somewhat sorry in her heart. She shouldn't have drunk so much. She looked like a drunk peasant woman lying in a cornfield.
His face was about to hit the fertilizer.
“A little.”
Song Qingxing took a deep breath. This answer was so unemotional. She had thought she would say something affectionate.
But on second thought, the sponsor really has no obligation to coax me.
"But I quite like it."
“I’ve never taken care of anyone.”
After Xie Jingcheng finished speaking, he let go of his hand. Don’t wash your hair for too long, just wash it moderately.
As the shower head flowed, Song Qingxing could taste the fragrance of shampoo and a strange smell at the corners of her mouth, as if bubbles were about to form in her mouth.
"Pfft..."
Song Qingxing spit out the shampoo twice.
What Xie Jingcheng said was true. She really doesn't know how to take care of others.
After they took a shower, blew their hair, and did their skin care, it was really late.
Song Qingxing and Xie Jingcheng slept almost with their pillows touching. Fortunately, the hotel's king-size bed room was big enough so they didn't have to sleep together.
Beautiful...beautiful.
Song Qingxing finally didn't have to feel Xie Jingcheng's hot and seductive body temperature. Otherwise, even if she didn't do anything, she would have some indescribable erotic dreams.
Xie Jingcheng's bedside table is filled with daily necessities, such as eye patches and silk eye masks, which can be used by those with poor sleep quality.
Song Qingxing asked the other party, and after learning that it could be used, she put on the eye patch.
With her eyes closed, her mind was filled with all sorts of random thoughts. After so many days, she had already adapted to life after rebirth.
I rarely dream about things before my rebirth.
Now my parents don’t have serious problems. They don’t have to squeeze into a cramped rental house and worry about money every day.
I had a sweet sleep.
But when she woke up, Song Qingxing felt something soft on the tip of her nose and she had difficulty breathing.
He suddenly opened his eyes, but there was still darkness in front of him. Song Qingxing reached out to take off the blindfold, and then he could see clearly where he was.
She was about to throw herself into Xie Jingcheng's arms.
The softness that touches the tip of my nose is...
Xie Jingcheng’s “Cotton”!
Song Qingxing's face immediately turned red, like a boiling kettle, not only red but also hot.
Xie Jingcheng felt the movement beside him and opened his eyes drowsily. Before he could say anything, the phone rang next to his ear.
The sound of "Ding Ding Ding" is very rhythmic.
Song Qingxing took a moment to react before she remembered that this was her cell phone ringtone. She answered the call with a slight apology.
"Hello?"
"Sister Song, when will you be back?"
"I asked the crew before, and they all said that you and Xie Jingcheng had left, so they didn't dare to disturb you. But now the sun has been working for four or five hours. Aren't you going back to the company today?"
"If you don't reply, I'll refund the ticket."
Song Qingxing finished filming yesterday. According to the schedule, she should have flown back to the company today and started her next trip.
Being a star is like this.
Especially being a first-tier star is much better than being an 18th-tier star who stays at home and doesn't know much. You will have no shortage of resources and roles to perform all year round.
Because the agent Lao Chen knew about the complicated relationship between Song Qingxing and Xie Jingcheng, he turned a blind eye to it on the company's side.
It’s okay if people don’t have to come back immediately.
"Refund?"
"What time is my flight?"
Song Qingxing was still a little dazed.
"It's this morning, and it's almost time, Sister Song. It's not too late if you regret it now, but I advise you to rebook your flight this afternoon. It would be bad if you get too tired."
There are rumors in the circle that most of those who are willing to play the game of keeping someone as a sponsor are good at it.
So, Yu Zhi spent the whole night reading the so-called sponsor literature. His eyebrows twitched slightly as he read. The sponsors in these literature were simply not human.
He almost used all kinds of torture instruments on Canary.
At the same time, I silently shed tears for my boss.
Song Qingxing's sudden enlightenment doesn't need to be too harsh, but the industry's reputation for Xie Jingcheng has always been polarized.
Some people say she is gentle and polite, while others say she is cold and selfish.
Song Qingxing had already negotiated with the company before. She is a big star, so it is almost easy for her to star in this web drama.
So the company chose to inject capital directly.
For this reason, the character design of the male actor is also debatable, but Song Qingxing has relatively strict requirements for male actors.
She doesn't want someone with a dark history or someone who behaves indecently.
If it were to be revealed, the entire show would be ruined.
"No need, I'll be there right now."
Song Qingxing woke up in shock from her dying dream. She couldn't forget her important business just because she wanted to stay in Xie Jingcheng's big bed for a while longer.
This campus drama "Lemon is Sour" was a phenomenon on the Internet back then.
Song Qingxing is actually not very old. She became an idol very early and quickly became famous when she was fourteen or fifteen years old. She started to switch to acting when she was about eighteen or nineteen years old.
He is only in his early twenties now.
She has taken good care of herself, so it is not a problem for her to play a high school student.
She is much more adaptable than those actresses in their forties, fifties, and sixties who still insist on playing young girls.
But perhaps because she got up too hastily, Song Qingxing fell directly to the ground.
Xie Jingcheng stood up hurriedly, half-knelt down and helped the man up.
"Don't be so anxious to get up."
"My back hurts..."
Song Qingxing took a breath of cold air, and Xie Jingcheng heard a light gasp in his ear.
Xie Jingcheng's fingers tightly grasped the hem of his clothes.
This guy Song Qingxing...
It's really teasing without realizing it.
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