Lin Luosang choked for a few seconds and almost choked on the Longjiaosan in his throat.
She never expected that she would actually hear Pei Hanzhou say such a terrible line from the old CEO novel, "When a woman says no, it means she wants it."
"Who told you this?" she turned and asked Pei Hanzhou.
The man answered as a matter of course, "No one told me, it's proven by practice."
"Practice? Who practiced with you?"
He hesitated for a few seconds and then raised his eyes: "You."
The next second, Lin Luosang threw the pillow in his hand at the man's face.
"That's enough. Shut up."
Lin Luosang thought he would stay here for a while and then leave, but who knew that this man treated her lounge as his own lounge. After a while, he took out his computer and started working next to her.
She was about to sing, so to keep her voice in the best condition, she didn't eat anything. She just drank hot water to moisten her throat and had some snacks.
The program was about to start recording, and the executive director came to the lounge in person to inform Lin Luosang.
Pei Hanzhou's visit was low-key, and many people were unaware of it. The executive director was startled when he opened the door, then smiled and greeted, "Teacher Sangsang's program is the second one, right?"
Lin Luosang nodded and was about to stand up when the executive director suddenly called a halt. "If you want to rest a little longer, that's fine. How about I put you in the last one? It's the best order."
The executive director who used to treat her like air not only came to contact her in person today, but even used a respectful title for her.
Such a real world.
“No need.” Lin Luosang said with a bit of amusement, “Just follow the previous order.”
"Okay, then you get ready, I'm leaving first."
After the executive director left, Lin Luosang tugged at his clothes and prepared to stand up when he heard the man ask, "Is there a live broadcast screen here?"
She immediately understood that he wanted to watch the show here, nodded, and said, "Then why don't you watch it live? Just walk a few steps and take the elevator to the studio, the effect will be better."
Pei Hanzhou: "I don't want to go out. There are too many people."
The last time I watched her second performance in the studio, there were quite a few women around her. Although the discomfort wasn't strong, it was there.
Perhaps because men are inherently difficult to deal with, Lin Luosang didn't ask too many questions and quickly adapted to his pampered and noble demeanor.
"Alright," she raised her hand and turned on the broadcast screen for him. "If you have any questions, please contact my assistant. I'm going to leave first."
"Um."
Seeing that the man was really staying here, she asked out of curiosity, "Why did you come here suddenly?"
Pei Hanzhou said openly and confidently: "I came to inspect my company. Is there any problem?"
"...Okay, no problem," Lin Luosang, who was also taking advantage of the situation, gave a gritted but polite smile, "Go ahead and inspect it carefully."
After leaving the room, she found Yue Hui and his assistant in a discussion room not far away.
Yue Hui, full of desire to talk, opened the valve when he saw her and cast an incredulous look at Lin Luosang: "Do you know what we just encountered?"
"What?"
"Xiao Nuan and I were just sitting here waiting for you when a group came in for a meeting. Based on past experience, do you think they would have told us to get out?" Yue Hui took a sip of hot tea. "But not only did they all leave and tell us to rest well, they also turned on the heating for us and sent us some hot tea."
"Fuck, this world is terrible."
"The executive director just wanted to manipulate my show until the very last performance," Lin Luosang shook his head and sighed. "That's really exaggerated."
"This is class! This is privilege! This is the benefit of being protected by capital!" Yue Hui began to get carried away, elegantly holding the cup and saying, "There's only one word in my heart that can describe how I feel right now - a mother's status depends on her son."
Assistant: "You said Sangsang is your mother?"
"Xiao Nuan, you got it wrong. I meant that it's thanks to her that I'm able to be treated like a star today."
"I see. You said you were her mother. Not only did you make a clay figure of yourself, you also insulted Sangsang."
Lin Luosang patted his assistant Xiao Nuan on the shoulder and said, "Well said."
Then the two of them walked forward, shoulder to shoulder. The isolated Yue Da agent stared at their backs, choked for a moment, and put down his cup in indignation: "Nuwa created humans with mud, so what's wrong with me making myself with clay? Is it my fault that I'm rich and handsome? Hey, wait for me!"
In the next few hours, Lin Luosang once again fully experienced what privilege was.
As soon as she arrived backstage, everyone rushed to give her a chair. In just a few moments, she had a hand warmer in her hand, and a bunch of hot packs. Yue Hui and the assistant's hands were also filled with various snacks. The care and concern surrounded her in every possible way.
"These high heels are so beautiful. To be honest, I'm really impressed by Sangsang's taste in private clothes. Every outfit she wears is so beautiful."
"Isn't that because you're naturally beautiful and have a great figure? By the way, Sangsang, do you usually go to the beauty salon? I envy your skin so much, I want to get the same."
Everyone was talking at once, each of them a first-rate performer who adapted to the situation, leaving Ni Tong aside and talking about Sangsang all the time, as if they wanted to make up for all their previous neglect and differential treatment of her at once.
Lin Luosang's head ached from the noise. He pressed his solar plexus. The sharp-tongued Yue Hui immediately got the message and rushed forward to send the idlers away one by one. Then he sat down next to Lin Luosang. Glancing at Ni Tong and her agent not far away, he sighed loudly, "It seems that having too much backstage capital can sometimes be a burden! Alas! Perhaps this is the sweet burden!!!"
Ni Tong's agent was so angry that his face turned green. Ni Tong, who still had a few shows to go before her turn, didn't want to stay any longer, so she left the backstage with a very bad look on her face.
The assistant watched Ni Tong leave, then said to Yue Hui, "Brother Hui, you really deserve a beating."
But then he whispered, "But it feels so good."
Yue Hui chuckled twice before turning to Lin Luosang and asking, "What's the name of that four-character song you performed tonight?"
Lin Luosang: "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter."
"Oh yes, I always feel like you are advertising Chinese medicine."
She looked over curiously, "What Chinese medicine?"
"Isn't there something like winter, summer and spring?"
Lin Luosang: “…”
"That's Cordyceps sinensis."
The name of her song today was quite random and abstract. As soon as she announced it, she was met with a wave of brainless comments in the barrage—
What are spring, summer, autumn and winter?
[Like the name of a comic strip, dbq.]
[It's said that she's going to use loopstation this time, recording and editing music live, using multi-track and looping to accompany the live performance. Few young singers in China dare to do this... The last singer who dared to use this in a live broadcast has not been seen in two years because of a failure...]
【? Haha ...
[Even from the song title, I can tell that Lin Luosang is going for a unique style this time. I'm really worried for her. I hope she doesn't fail! Otherwise, as a first-time livestreamer, I might be so embarrassed that I'll never watch a music show again.]
Loopstation, also known as a phrase loop workstation, can record the musician's real-time performance clips and start repeated loop playback to achieve the effect of one person and one band.
In other words, Lin Luosang's song today has no accompaniment. All the tunes are in her mind. She has to reproduce every note of the accompaniment and grasp every tiny rhythm on the stage without any error, because every tune she plays will be played live in an instant loop and become her arrangement. If there is any mistake, the whole song will immediately collapse.
It is a real test of the singer's mentality and performance stability. Once she makes a mistake, the audience will not forgive her because of the difficulty.
So she has to succeed today.
She was still a little nervous before going on stage. She took two deep breaths, clenched her fists which were slightly sweaty, and then stood in the center of the stage.
She walked over to the first instrument and began to perform.
The song is called "Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter". She chose four musical instruments to express it, using music to convey the world she perceives.
First of all, she used the recorder to create the feeling of spring with its melodious and spacious sound. The ups and downs of the tune gave people a sense of vitality with grass growing, birds singing and all things reviving, lively and full of expectations.
Next, for the summer part, she chose a triangle bell. The crisp knocking sound was like the chirping of birds on the branches in the early morning, with the soft body temperature slightly heated by the sun, flourishing and upward, hot and unrestrained.
The fingers holding both sides of the triangle bell loosen, and the sound of the instrument hanging only on the index finger becomes brighter, and the long lingering sound pulls the heartstrings and resonates with it, as if all objects related to summer are poured into the music: iced soda in a glass, drops of water rolling on the table, shaking carbonated bubbles climbing to the bottle mouth, and the youth squandered in midsummer.
Autumn is the drumbeat. The solemn, quiet and cold autumn is always as powerful as the drumbeat, as heavy as piled maple leaves, spinning and floating freely on the road with the wind.
Piano is winter.
The snow-covered winter is always associated with romance. The sweetness of freshly baked cocoa cakes, the mellowness of steaming milk tea, the tenderness and carnival of Christmas are intertwined together to become a cold but not cold winter, with warmth accompanied by the sound of crackling bonfires burning.
Just like the sound of her piano, gentle and lingering, elegant yet cold, and gracefully proud.
The perfect blend and overlap of these four instruments, which circulate rhythmically, create a special world with warmth. In just a few tens of seconds, people seem to follow Lin Luosang's footsteps and travel through her four seasons.
After the prelude ended, there were exclamations of shocking surprise from the audience.
"So many instruments...I didn't play any of them wrong. This is simply amazing!"
"The addition of the triangle bell is really wonderful. It enriches the timbre and playing style, and it has a surprising and unconventional feel. It really sounds great."
One comment in the comments hit the nail on the head: [Stage elf, instrumental artist.]
After the prelude, she took the microphone off the stand and began singing the lyrics of the verse.
The whole song is permeated with a strong personal style. Her voice and the melody are integrated into one, like a second soul erupting from her body. Such a voice and singing are full of vitality and are not easily forgotten.
Her distinctive mark is like a brand, which has been engraved into the minds of the audience through performance after performance.
At the end of the song, she put down the microphone but did not stay there. Instead, she turned around and took out a violin.
Cheers and applause instantly broke out from the audience.
She placed the violin on her shoulder, tilted her head slightly to rest it on the chin rest, with standard posture and smooth movements, her slender arms pulling the bow with ease.
Her soft long hair was blown away by the blower. She raised her eyes, and looked at the camera with a pair of misty eyes. Her long lower eyelashes seemed to be trembling, and there was a hint of smile at the corner of her lips. Even the movement of her eyes carried the magic of telling her feelings.
The music flows smoothly and melodiously, bringing the whole song to a perfect end.
She really used her keen perception to paint a picture that was unique to her.
This was only the second show, but the audience didn't even have to look back to be sure that this was undoubtedly the best of the show!
No, maybe there is still a possibility of being nominated for the best of the season or the entire season.
"This doesn't feel like a competition at all, it's like a concert by a mature singer!!!"
“Even mature singers may not be able to perform so steadily…”
"His voice is so beautiful, his singing is great, and he can play so many instruments. That's awesome."
"How come I had no idea she was so omnipotent during Feiyan's time?"
"That little idiot knows how to run a group. She didn't even have the chance to show off when she was in Feiyan!"
At this time, a fan who happened to be sitting close to the judging area said quietly, "I learned a lot of instruments during my Feiyan days. Back then, things were so obscure and there were so few announcements, so I had plenty of time to learn. But I learned violin, piano, and arranging before my debut."
She possesses a perseverance that even passersby marvel at: "You can still concentrate on learning something when you're flying smoke? That's really amazing."
The comments were filled with exclamation marks:
[The one who just said Lin Luosang would flip over, come out and die! ! ]
[This awkward monster yelled, "Lin Luosang is so kind! He didn't embarrass me and even gave me a surprise."]
Many people left her long comments on the music app that the show collaborated with, and of course, the discussion index on Weibo was also very high:
I'm not sure how to describe her performance tonight. Putting aside the incredibly difficult and confidence-demanding loopstation, her performance tonight was absolutely stunning in every way. It's been pretty good before, but I don't know if it was the camera or the broadcast, but it felt like something wasn't working (it had nothing to do with her abilities, more like the production team's fault). Tonight, every aspect of her performance was spot on. The camera captured every key expression, never over-shooting details while capturing the whole, or zooming out while capturing details. The lighting was also better than before. For tonight's performance, is it fair to say she was unmatched?
Her pronunciation in the English section was also spot on. And when she smiled sweetly at the camera while playing the violin, I was completely captivated.
Lin Luosang is truly a credit to the production team. Ninety percent of the show's trending searches are hers. Almost every time she releases a new song, it's trending... Her popularity is truly unparalleled. If I hadn't seen so many real-person discussions, I'd have thought her husband had bought her a year-round trending search package.
That night, her new song shot to number two on trending searches, with many people expressing their awe at the daring performance: "She's the youngest singer I've ever seen in the Chinese entertainment industry who dares to pull off this kind of performance. Her stage presence and talent are on par with any of her predecessors. Ah, I have to take back what I said about the lack of successors in the Chinese music scene. The future of Chinese pop music is bright."
The hot search was in full swing. Lin Luosang, who was about to finish work and leave the studio, spotted a very familiar figure at the door of the lounge.
"Surprise!" Sheng Qianye jumped in front of her with a smile and gave her a thumbs up. "The live performance tonight was great. I also praised its beauty."
Lin Luosang stared at the person in front of him for a moment, then poked him to confirm that it was a real person. "Why are you here?"
"I was filming nearby and just happened to come over for a look."
Sheng Qianye curled his lips. "No way, Ningning and I even sent a flower basket together to wish the performance a success. Didn't you see it?"
"There are too many. These are all the things Yue Hui wrote down and asked the studio to post on Weibo. You didn't tell me in advance, so where am I supposed to see them?" She glanced behind Sheng Qianye, "Where's Ningning?"
"Right after I finished watching it, the director called me back. She said some backup footage from the variety show was lost, and she needed to urgently re-interview it. She was quite regretful and said she had to see you next time before leaving."
"Anyway, we'll have plenty of opportunities to meet in the future. I appreciate your kindness," Lin Luosang raised his eyebrows. "We can meet again at the finals."
"Oh," Sheng Qianye winked, "Are you so confident that you can survive until the finals?"
Lin Luosang: “…”
She ignored Sheng Qianye's usual antics and took out her phone to search for it. "Since you're here, let's go. I'll accompany you tonight and have a late-night snack."
As soon as she finished speaking, the door to the lounge opened and Pei Hanzhou stared at her unkindly: "What about me?"
She looked up in increasing shock: "You haven't left yet???"
Pei Hanzhou: “…”
Sheng Qianye was also startled when he saw Pei Hanzhou, but he quickly put his arm around Lin Luosang's shoulder to smooth things over. "Maybe they're waiting for you to go home together. How touching!"
Lin Luosang sneered.
The man asked, "What do you mean?"
"I'm really touched," Lin Luosang licked his lips and blinked, "but I have to go out to eat with my sisters, what should I do?"
After raising this question, she gave a regretful reply herself -
"So, Mr. Pei, just do whatever you want."
Pei Hanzhou narrowed his eyes and said nothing. Sheng Qianye coughed twice and said, "We can have dinner together. Actually, it's also possible..."
Lin Luosang seemed to suddenly think of something: "Oh, right."
Sheng Qianye also smiled in agreement. Just as he was about to say, "It would be nice to bring your husband with us," he was caught off guard when he heard Lin Luosang continue to say to Pei Hanzhou, "You can also wait in the car until I finish eating."
Hearing this typical bossy tone of "Just wait at home for me to come back from the social event", Sheng Qianye's forehead twitched.
Lin Luosang, however, looked at the man sincerely and said with a smile, "But I think it'll take quite a while. I'm afraid you'll want to murder me, so forget it."
Sheng Qianye: ...
I think you are crazy, woman.
In the end, Pei Hanzhou drove back to the Zaizhou headquarters alone.
Sheng Qianye watched in shock as the Aston Martin sped away. Even the exhaust seemed to carry a ton of curse words. He suddenly couldn't understand Lin Luosang's obsession and asked her, "Why didn't you bring your husband with you? He seems a little unhappy."
"He's a real dampener," Lin Luosang said. "What's the point of having a walking deadbeat at our tea party?"
"Besides, that's not what you call anger. This man has a ghostly expression that never changes 23 hours a day. It's impossible for us mortals to understand."
Even if we take a step back and say...even if he is really angry, we can just coax him when the time comes. He seems to be easy to coax anyway, right?
"Tsk, you're so heartless," Sheng Qianye poked her forehead, "Your husband at least bought the program's title sponsor for you, and you're not even willing to please others."
"It's probably just a coincidence," Lin Luosang said. "It's not entirely for me, but also to suit the company's development."
"That's partly for you."
"That was premeditated for me!" Lin Luosang's teeth itched with hatred at the thought. "He just wanted me to owe him a favor so he could get it back with interest. Do you know how ulterior motives these shrewd businessmen and unscrupulous capitalists have?"
So even if it was for her, the motive was not pure.
Not only is it beneficial to the company's development, but Pei Hanzhou can also get some benefits from his wife. This business is totally worth it.
Sheng Qianye smiled and said, "It's been several months since you two started dating, and you haven't developed any real feelings for each other yet?"
Lin Luosang: "You and Fu Xiu have been together for several months now. Have you developed any feelings for each other?"
The female star Sheng Qianye's expression froze for a moment, and her smile faded: "..."
"Just pretend I didn't ask."
After some consideration, the two finally set their sights on a hot pot restaurant.
The waiter opened a private room on the third floor for them. They acted like thieves and only dared to take off their hats and masks when they got to the room.
Even if they wanted to indulge themselves, they didn't dare to do so too much. They ordered some low-calorie food and chatted while cooking.
"But honestly, you really don't think Pei Hanzhou...has feelings for you?" Sheng Qianye poked at the shrimp slipper thoughtfully. "If he's really like you described, how could he have waited until you finished your performance today? He's not idle, is he?"
"And there are so many companies that are better than Rino. If he wants to take advantage of the situation and do a favor, he can do a lot of things. There's no need to make such a big deal. You have to know that Rino is directly connected to your program and can affect the production team's attitude towards you."
"I think there are feelings, but they're complicated," Lin Luosang said, not knowing how to describe it. "He's always been very kind to those around him, even generous and open-minded to his colleagues. Besides, I'm his nominal wife, so it's normal for him to be a little nicer to me."
"We haven't even added each other on WeChat yet. Can you believe it? We rely on secretaries to pass on messages."
"Maybe to him, I'm just a partner in marriage. He wants the partnership to be long-lasting and stable, so naturally he'll offer me some small favors to keep me. That's how businessmen operate. It's just that he has a high emotional intelligence, so he speaks nicely at critical moments. But don't take what he says in the business world too seriously."
Sheng Qianye felt strangely convinced, yet also felt something was not right...
Lin Luosang took a sip of lemonade and continued, "Our marriage is one of interests. It cannot produce love. Do you understand?"
From the day of their wedding, she knew deep down that the two of them would not and could not fall in love with each other.
Pei Hanzhou will not fall in love with her because he is unfeeling, cold, and would rather think about running the company than thinking about love; he cannot fall in love with her because he stands in a high and steep position, and has to face countless attacks, fierce fighting in a decent environment, and in the turbulent business world, if you have no desires, you will be strong. If you have weaknesses, they will be exploited. More than ten years of hard work may disappear in an instant. You need to be extremely cautious and strong to face danger without fear.
She wouldn't fall in love with Pei Hanzhou because she didn't believe in love and wouldn't actively accept it. And she couldn't because...
Sheng Qianye suddenly spoke up: "What do you mean by interests can't lead to love? You two are like a martial arts movie where you were poisoned and will die if you fall in love, right?"
"Although this may not be quite accurate, it's roughly the same idea," Lin Luosang carefully gave an example. "If the fox spirit in 'Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio' only wanted to suck the scholar's blood and approached him not out of love, then what would happen after she fell in love with him?"
"I won't be able to bear it, I'll be hesitant," Sheng Qianye thought for a moment, "will my plan be disrupted?"
Lin Luosang nodded: "If we give another premise, that the scholar will not fall in love with her, but she does fall in love with the scholar, what will happen then?"
Sheng Qianye said without hesitation: "It will hurt."
"I'm starving and empty-bellied, and I don't get any response. I have neither bread nor love. It's so miserable."
"Yeah, if even you understand such a simple truth, let alone the protagonist in the story."
The relationship between her and Pei Hanzhou was just a glorified business cooperation. Everything was calculated very clearly and everyone had their own purpose. But once someone was sincere, perhaps the purpose and process would undergo earth-shaking changes.
Because she knew that her marriage to Pei Hanzhou was only a formal one, she could accept his staying out all night, that he had a good sister, and that he hadn't even added her to her contact list. But if she wanted to turn this into a real marriage, what would her demands be, and would Pei Hanzhou be able to accept them? When the exchange of interests could no longer find a foothold, could she continue to enjoy her current life with peace of mind?
All beautiful things are poisonous. Love is a way for both parties to quench their thirst by drinking poison. She knows that the other party will not drink the poison willingly, so why should she give herself the possibility?
Sheng Qianye looked at her for a long time, and suddenly remembered that they first met at a dinner party. She spoke in an interesting way and was not arrogant, so many people liked to chat with her. But later, when it came to the truth-telling segment, she withdrew. It seemed that such an easy-going person would not talk about some private issues.
It took them a long time to get to know each other, and it seemed like more than half a year was the time they could open their hearts to each other.
Sheng Qianye understood better than anyone how strong Lin Luosang's self-protection mechanism was. Before she was sure that she would not get hurt, she would never take the first step.
"I understand what you mean," Sheng Qianye said, taking a sip of milk beer. "But what do you mean, even I understand such a simple truth? What? In your eyes, am I unworthy of thinking about advanced issues?"
"Maybe," Lin Luosang smiled, "I'm afraid your brain will be tired."
Sheng Qianye:?
"Actually, there is one most important point." She suddenly became serious.
"What?"
Lin Luosang propped his chin on his hand and smiled cheerfully, "For us fairies to fall in love with mortals is against the laws of heaven."
Sheng Qianye: “…”
"If you have any mental problems, be sure to tell me and I'll help you find a doctor, okay?"
After the heart-to-heart talk with Sheng Qianye, on the way back, Lin Luosang thought that he seemed to have been a bit too harsh on the unscrupulous capitalist, so he called him before the car drove into the mansion.
This man was quite arrogant and hung up on her on the first call.
She continued to dial another number in a good-tempered manner. The rubbish man picked up the phone before it was about to hang up automatically, and his voice was cold: "What's the matter?"
"Nothing, I just asked if you were going home. I brought you a gift."
He sneered on the other end of the phone.
"No need. I can do whatever I want. Why should I go back and bother you?"
She turned her handbag around: "You can't say that. You don't plan to go home, right?"
"If you ask me to go back, I will go back. Why should I go back?"
That’s right.
"It's just a little regrettable..."
The driver was not familiar with the route inside the mansion, so Lin Luosang simply asked him to drop her off near the garage. As soon as she got out of the car, before she could finish her words, she looked up and met Pei Hanzhou who was walking out of the garage.
Lin Luosang: “…”
Pei Hanzhou: “…………”
She stood there for a long time, trying to figure out the meaning of the man's tone just now, which was that he would never go home to suffer in his life.
After pondering for a while in the moonlight, she said lightly, "You say no, but your body is quite honest."
As soon as she got home, Lin Luosang stopped the man who was about to take a shower in order to show her concern and try to prove her conscience.
She carefully and proudly took out a small box from the bag and smiled sincerely, "Look, I bought you your favorite mango mille-feuille."
There was a sudden silence in the air.
Just when she thought the man was so moved by her that he couldn't speak, his usual cold voice came from the front, even colder -
"I'm allergic to mangoes."
Lin Luosang: “…Oh.”
Isn't this a coincidence?
"But it was already very late when we got there, and this was all we had." Lin Luosang leaned on the table and felt touched for a moment, then looked up at him, "Do you want anything else?"
"Forget it, you might just want me to disappear right here."
"Go take a shower," she waved her hand, "and let this mango Thousand Layer live out its miserable and sad fate alone."
Pei Hanzhou: “…”
The man was taking a shower on the second floor. After Lin Luosang finished showering on the first floor, she started making music. She felt a little sleepy while doing so. There happened to be bedding on the sofa, so she struggled to send a message to her secretary, and then she closed her eyes and fell into a coma.
Pei Hanzhou had just finished blow-drying his hair and was reading for a while when he remembered his phone was on the table. When he got up to get it, he found a message from his secretary: "My wife said she'll sleep on the sofa tonight."
The man stared at the text message for a while, speechless.
Could it be that she went to sleep on the sofa because she felt that he didn't want to see her?
What kind of logic was this? How come she always found new ways to piss him off?
Pei Hanzhou threw down his phone, frowned and sat down on the bed to read again. Time passed by minute by minute, and there was no sound from the stairs. He closed the book impatiently and went downstairs to drink water.
The sofa was not far away. Her sleeping posture was as restless as ever. Her thin wrists were sticking out from under the quilt and hanging over the edge of the sofa. The pillow almost covered most of her face, and the computer was still glowing.
Pei Hanzhou breathed a sigh of relief speechlessly, his brows furrowed even deeper. He walked closer, roughly lifted her quilt, and tried to wake her up.
However, she just curled up her body, uttered a very faint moan in her sleep, wrinkled her red and moist nose, and continued to sleep soundly facing him, the shadow cast by her eyelashes like a small open fan.
He lowered his eyes for a while, then finally resigned himself to his fate and carried her horizontally upstairs.
The person in his arms was breathing evenly, with a defenseless collar revealing a large area of skin. There seemed to be a light pink mark under the collarbone that had not faded. He didn't know when it was there, but now it was nestled there, adding a bit of charm and tenderness, as if he could break this delicate body with just the slightest force.
It's so soft and tender, it's really amazing.
After bringing her into bed, she stretched comfortably in the familiar environment, her lips moving as she curled up into a shrimp ball.
The man turned off the lights and slowly lay down.
The next day, Lin Luosang found himself waking up in bed.
She remembered that there seemed to be some parts last night that seemed like a dream and a wakefulness. While brushing her teeth, she wondered if she had sleepwalked up here, or if she had actually sent the message from the bed and just thought she was still on the sofa?
While brushing her teeth, she casually glanced in the mirror and discovered something was wrong.
She pulled down her collar and found that a strawberry that the man had left behind a week ago had reappeared vividly, with rich color and looking quite fresh.
What's going on? She vaguely remembers that the mark is almost fading.
Just as she was struggling with her feelings, the high-spirited man appeared at the door. He seemed to have had a refreshing sleep and was pleased by the part of him that only he knew about. So he decided to write off all the past grudges and generously forgave her: "Is there going to be a ribbon-cutting ceremony later?"
She answered vaguely with water in her mouth.
"I just have something to do," he checked his watch, "I'll take you there later."
She nodded, still wondering if there was a connection between the strawberry and the man's sudden change in attitude.
As a result, she forgot about it as soon as she came out of the bathroom. She got dressed, took her computer, and rushed to the business event.
Today, the skin care product she endorses opened a new direct-operated store nearby, and she wanted to go to promote it. Maybe the event was preheated early, and many people knew she was coming. There were many of her fans on the street near the store, and some even held super large and exaggerated light signs.
She smiled and rolled down the car window, only to find out that it was a male fan.
There were about twenty male fans, shouting slogans of support enthusiastically, as if they were rehearsing.
Lin Luosang smiled and rolled down the car window. His scallion-white fingers were on the window edge, and he leaned out a little. Just as he was about to greet them, his head was suddenly held down by a pair of hands.
Lin Luosang:?
Then the man's big hand turned her head back, and her sight changed from the man to the wide and empty road in front of the car.
Then, the open car window slowly rose again, and closed with a click.
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