Chapter 112 Chapter 112
Quan Zhilong stayed in the apartment until morning. The sofa wasn't big. He lay on the outside, subconsciously leaving her a safe space. But the sofa's width was limited, and half of her body inevitably fell on him.
He was actually quite thin. There was hardly any excess flesh beneath his clothes, and the lines of his collarbone and shoulder bones were clear and strong, so sharp that the slightest movement would cause pain. "Go to bed and rest for a while?" Lia moved slightly.
She rested her chin on his shoulder, her voice lowered by sleepiness. He had just finished a concert the day before, and now he had to make another long trip back and forth. Just thinking about it made her feel tired for him. Quan Zhilong raised his arm.
He let her lean into his arms. He lowered his head and, as if to act coquettishly, nuzzled the top of her head with the tip of his nose. "Really?" He said in a meaningful tone, a cunning glint in his eyes.
Uncontrollably, inappropriate thoughts slithered through her mind. Lia looked up at his expression, immediately realizing something was wrong. She glared at him in embarrassment, but her ears still turned red. He smiled even brighter, as if his prank had succeeded.
But in the end, he didn't make any more noises. He just quietly held her in his arms. The two of them were half covered with the small blanket, nestling on the narrow sofa. The room was very quiet.
Only the mingling of breathing remained. Occasionally, a car light would flicker through the gap in the curtains, gleaming on the wall, swaying slightly like the surface of water. He rested his chin lightly on the top of her head and fell silent.
Lia could hear the deep, powerful beat of his heart in her chest, gradually syncing with hers, entwining with them. In this silence, sleepiness crept over her.
Her consciousness was gradually obscured by a veil, and the lights and breathing sounds around her became blurred. In a state of half-awakeness, she seemed to hear him muttering vaguely: "Ah, we haven't gone for a ride yet..."
She didn't have the energy to respond, but she moved her fingers and gently rubbed his palm, as if giving a vague response. Then, it seemed as if someone had placed a very light kiss on her hair, almost swallowed by dreams. ...
Just as daybreak was breaking, the alarm clock on the coffee table vibrated softly. Quan Zhilong immediately reached out to turn it off, moving cautiously, afraid to alert those around him. Time was tight; it had only been two hours since he arrived.
He propped himself up, his gaze fixed on the person who was still sleeping beside him. Her features were calm, her breathing steady, her hair spread out before her, making her appear exceptionally obedient. Quan Zhilong couldn't help but lean over and place a gentle kiss on the corner of her lips.
Unexpectedly, Lia was awakened by the noise. Her eyelashes trembled, and she blinked drowsily, still lingering sleepiness in her eyes. It was so inappropriately cute.
He sighed inwardly, stopped getting up, and simply knelt on one knee beside the sofa, leaned over and kissed her again. Then he couldn't help but kiss her again and again.
Lia was a little dazed by his repeated approach. She instinctively wanted to push him away, but as soon as she raised her hand, she lost her strength in the next moment. The air was filled with the sound of shallow breathing.
Finally he stopped, rested his forehead lightly on her hair, and chuckled softly: "Why haven't you woken up yet?" She was stunned for a moment, then she realized that she was holding her breath and her heart was beating so fast that it was out of control.
I don't know who started it first, but their breaths mingled once again. Time seemed to stretch infinitely, until he finally stood up reluctantly.
By this moment, Lia was completely awake. Her face was flushed, and the blanket covered most of her face, revealing only a pair of sparkling eyes. "I'm leaving." His voice was lazy, with a lingering sense of satisfaction. "Yeah."
A muffled voice came from under the blanket. Quan Zhilong stood still. Seeing Lia secretly looking at him, he deliberately put on a pitiful expression. Lia sighed, crawled out from under the blanket, and walked over to him.
"Tell me when you get there." She stood on tiptoe and gently wrapped her arms around him. Quan Zhilong immediately tightened his arms and buried his head in her neck, breathing deeply on her skin, as if to carve this breath into her body. "Hmm," he replied muffledly.
* In Saitama Prefecture, backstage in the dressing room, Kwon Ji-yong sat in a chair, obediently allowing the makeup artist to apply eyeliner. The corners of his mouth curled up, as if he had just encountered some truly great joy and couldn't suppress it.
Dasheng exchanged a strange look with Yongpei, their faces filled with confusion. What good thing had happened? This state was clearly not right. It was normal to be excited before a concert, but this was a bit too much...
Dasheng couldn't help but move closer: "Brother, where did you carry us just now?"
When they left the hotel today, Quan Zhilong didn't join the others, but went to the concert venue alone. He was recently preparing for his solo album, so traveling alone wasn't unusual, so the others didn't ask much.
"I stayed up late, so I didn't go anywhere," Kwon Ji-yong replied with a smile. "Don't move your eyes..." Makeup artist Noona gently lifted his eyelids.
He immediately stuck out his tongue and sat down obediently, but he couldn't suppress the smile in the mirror. Dasheng felt uneasy and was about to step away when the phone on the table vibrated.
Quan Zhilong subconsciously picked it up quickly, unlocked it and clicked it - the next second, he couldn't stop laughing again. "Whose message is this?" This time, even Yongpei couldn't help but move closer. "It's... someone sent it."
The message was just a few words: "Oppa's concert went well^^" Kwon Ji-yong played it lightly, but in reality, his mouth was almost stretched to his ears. He said "someone," but his tone clearly said, "Come and ask me quickly."
Yongpei didn't notice this, and when Quan Zhilong didn't say anything, he just retreated his head. Seeing that no one answered, Quan Zhilong couldn't help but fiddle with his phone and boasted in a low voice: "I can't help it, someone cares about me too much."
Yongbae and Daesung: "..." Forget about it. Who's asking now? The members were just confused, but the manager was genuinely anxious. He was the only one who knew about Kwon Ji-yong's last night's flight back to Seoul.
God knows how he managed to get through the night. Luckily, he made it back before the show. If the plane was delayed or something unexpected happened on the way, he wouldn't know how to explain it.
At a concert with 40 to 50 thousand people, there was a gap in the middle of the five Bigbang members, leaving only four. Is that reasonable? He even couldn't help but imagine himself wearing a mask and pretending to be G-Dragon on stage...
President Yang would probably take his head off and kick it like a ball, kk. But even though Quan Zhilong had returned on time, his worries hadn't subsided. This wasn't some random street artist.
Even if he wore a mask and a hat and covered himself up tightly, he felt that Kwon Ji-yong would be easily recognized. What if he was photographed on the road?
Just kidding, if he was really photographed, his head would not only be kicked like a ball, but also nailed to the YG rooftop as a flag. So during the styling break, he couldn't help but circle around Quan Zhilong.
Quan Zhilong looked up and saw that his manager had dark circles under his eyes, looking even more like he had flown in overnight. He couldn't help but feel a little sorry. "Miyangnai, hyung. Get some rest tonight."
The agent nodded, but still lowered his voice and asked, "...Were you not photographed?" Quan Zhilong shook his head: "No."
He was very camera-sensitive, covering almost his entire face with his hands. Plus, this trip was a spur-of-the-moment decision, so no one would have guessed it. But...
"I ran into a stalker on the flight from Incheon," he added, still frowning. "Stalker?!" The agent's face instantly changed, as if he had seen a ghost.
Oh my god, someone please save him... He's not really going to open his eyes to the world on the YG rooftop, is he?... "Yeah." Kwon Ji-yong nodded. He's a perennial stalker. We're booked on the same flight, and there's no getting rid of him.
He even said hello to her. Of course, he didn't say this. The guy next to him looked like he was about to die. If he heard this, he would probably have a heart attack and rush to the hospital.
Anyway, sasaeng fans... have long been accustomed to the hidden pleasures of the underworld. They know more than fans and the media, yet they never speak out. It's a sickly symbiotic relationship.
The agent also thought of this, sighed helplessly, and said nothing more. If something really happened... Ugh, what a bad mouth he has!
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