Chapter 24. He inexplicably had the illusion that he was being kept. ...
"No... I didn't film it." Su Cheng hurriedly pressed the stop recording button.
My gaze swept across the screen.
Those upturned, almond-shaped eyes were still fixed on her.
Jiang Muzhou raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you take any pictures of me, or didn't you take enough?"
Su Cheng's cheeks suddenly turned red.
Because of the lens distortion, she saw a hint of frivolity in those clear eyes for the first time.
She was so nervous that she had to lean closer to the front camera, pretending to brush away stray hairs from her forehead, and blurting out whatever came to mind: "They didn't capture my stunning beauty."
To block the scorching gaze from the viewfinder, she quickly switched back to the desktop, opened the food delivery app, and changed the topic to "what to eat for lunch."
My finger slowly swiped across the software's homepage.
Big data has already figured out her preferences and accurately recommended her favorite spicy mixed noodles and fried rice noodles.
The alluring illustrations gleam with a sinister light, as if saying, "Come and eat me!"
But reason prevailed over cravings, because these strongly flavored foods were clearly unsuitable for Jiang Muzhou, a patient.
She gave the patient the choice, saying, "You choose." Then she turned her stiff shoulders.
Turning his head, his gaze met Jiang Muzhou's arm directly.
He maintained that ambiguous posture.
But even someone as clever as Jiang Muzhou seemed slow-witted at this moment.
He seemed completely unaware that there was anything wrong with his posture, as if he were just casually lounging on an empty chair.
In fact, his hand was just resting on the back of the chair.
He didn't go out today, he just wore a loose black short-sleeved shirt.
The cuffs were slightly bulging from the muscular build, the lines smooth and tight, exuding a strong masculine aura.
The outer sides of my arms were tanned a healthy wheat color, while the inner sides retained their original fair complexion. Subcutaneous veins bulged slightly, winding and extending like tiny vines.
Su Cheng swallowed hard, hastily averted her gaze, and deliberately stretched out her arm, indicating that Jiang Muzhou could sit down and watch.
He didn't grasp Su Cheng's intention, and like a sunflower chasing the sun, he was busy turning his neck without moving his feet at all.
Unwilling to make things worse, Su Cheng simply said her hand was tired from holding it up. She typed "porridge" into the search bar, handed her phone to Jiang Muzhou, and ran off to play with Yuanbao, who was standing nearby.
Jiang Muzhou took the phone, and the screen that was just full of delicious, spicy and numbing flavors had disappeared, replaced by a uniform display of various health-preserving porridge shops.
He swiped the screen, the corners of his lips unconsciously widening into a smile.
After flipping through several pages, I finally found a Hong Kong-style tea restaurant.
Considering her eating habits of always wanting to try a little of everything but not being able to eat much, these small, varied snacks are just right.
He carefully selected items and added shrimp dumplings, rice noodle rolls, and char siu buns to his cart, and before he knew it, the total amount in his shopping cart had reached three digits.
She paid the bill yesterday, and I haven't heard her mention the cost of the meal today.
He inexplicably had the illusion that he was being kept by a sugar daddy.
I was just about to hand the phone back.
As I lowered my eyes, her porcelain-white skin, stretching from her neck to her lower back, was laid bare before me.
A mint green chiffon ribbon was tied into an exquisite bow behind her neck, and the two ribbons fell lightly between her shoulder blades, like a pair of jade butterflies about to take flight.
Jiang Muzhou rarely paid attention to girls' clothing and appearance, so he naturally couldn't understand the design principle of this halter neck strap.
Is the entire garment held up by just these two straps?
He always felt that chiffon was too smooth, with almost no friction, so any knots tied with it would easily come undone.
Su Cheng sat cross-legged on the floor, while Yuanbao lay sprawled out in front of her.
Although the gold ingot looks round and plump, it is actually not fat.
Perhaps it's because Maine Coon or Sissoin blood has secretly mixed into the genes of this domestic shorthair cat, its frame is noticeably larger than that of other adult cats.
In addition, Jiang Muzhou treated him to the finest food and clothing, and he even grew a lot of fur in the summer, so he looked huge.
However, a quick touch reveals that it doesn't have much excess fat, only a small, soft lump of flesh on its belly.
At this moment, its soft little belly was exposed without any defense, rising and falling slightly with its breathing.
Soft and milky white, like a freshly baked soufflé, with a hint of light pink showing through.
Su Cheng couldn't resist the temptation and couldn't help but grope her, running his hands from her upturned beard down to her soft belly.
She was so happy that her eyes narrowed, and she felt like her heart was melting into cotton candy. She didn't even notice the thoughtful gaze behind her.
She became more and more addicted to touching it, and finally buried her whole face in this soft, furry haven, taking a deep breath of the faint milky scent that belonged only to Yuanbao.
Although both Yuanbao and Decepticon are cute fur balls, their textures are completely different.
The Decepticons have short, dense fur, like a ball of cotton that has been sun-dried, warm and fluffy.
Yuanbao was covered in silky, smooth long fur, which felt soft and resilient to the touch, like cotton.
In terms of personality, the two cats are completely different.
Yuanbao is a social butterfly. Whenever it sees someone, it will walk up to them with elegant little steps, rubbing its fluffy little head against their ankles, holding its tail high, and making sweet meows, actively inviting humans to play with it.
However, Yuanbao's enthusiasm came and went quickly. He would usually get tired after playing for ten minutes or so, and no matter how much people tried to coax him, he would ignore them and find a comfortable place to take a nap.
In contrast, the Tyrant was much quieter and more reserved. It wouldn't act cute or charming like Yuanbao, but it would always appear quietly when Su Cheng sat down, tiptoeing over to snuggle at her feet, offering silent companionship with its warm body heat.
Su Cheng thought of the recently popular MBTI personality test.
Perhaps she could categorize the kittens available for adoption by personality and create funny and entertaining short videos. This would vividly showcase each cat's unique personality and help adopters find the kitten that best matches their own, increasing the adoption match rate.
She couldn't wait to tell Jiang Muzhou about this idea. As soon as she let go of his hand, Yuanbao sprang into the living room with a "meow".
Jiang Muzhou then returned her phone and pondered her idea while she placed her order.
That's really ingenious.
In short video creation, shooting and editing are just the basics; the real essence that can capture viewers' attention is those eye-catching creative ideas.
After placing their order, Su Cheng and Jiang Muzhou exchanged a glance and immediately agreed to design a unique intro for this video series.
Jiang Muzhou took out a notebook from the side cabinet; the cover was made of elegant pure black cowhide.
He unfastened the rose gold clasp, pulled out a blank sheet of paper, and began to systematically list the shots that needed to be filmed.
Su Cheng leaned slightly forward to examine Jiang Muzhou's notes. The handwriting was still as neat and clear as she remembered, but there was a touch of strength in the strokes, tempered by time.
The paper was covered with ideas for photographing kittens, and even included anthropomorphic cat personality radar charts.
"Do we only need to film the kitten?" Su Cheng hesitated for a moment before speaking, "What about the...promotional couple thing we talked about before?"
The scratching sound of the pen sliding across the paper suddenly stopped.
Jiang Muzhou looked up, a faint smile appearing at the corners of his eyes. "So impatient?"
A blush spread from her cheeks to the tips of her ears.
"No..." she hurriedly explained, afraid that he would misunderstand her as someone who was eager to create hype, "I just don't have experience in this area and I'm not sure how to cooperate with you."
The Montblanc pen nib tapped twice on the paper. Jiang Muzhou's eyelids twitched slightly. "The best time will come naturally."
Thinking that his team might have more freedom to make their own arrangements, she stopped worrying about it.
After all, her account is now entirely supported by him, so she just needs to wait for his notification and cooperate properly.
The two were engrossed in discussing the filming plan, and before they knew it, it was time for lunch.
Just before I got hungry, the takeout arrived right on time.
"I'll go get it." Jiang Muzhou handed the revised plan to Su Cheng. "Take a look and see if there's anything else that needs to be added?"
Su Cheng leaned over the table, her left hand supporting her chin, while her right hand held a pen and she scribbled on the storyboard.
As soon as Jiang Muzhou left, the air conditioning suddenly became noticeably colder, and the heat on Su Cheng's body dissipated instantly.
She always follows the philosophy of "half-revealing, half-concealing" in her clothing. When wearing a short skirt, she chooses a top with low skin exposure, and when wearing off-the-shoulder tops, she wears long pants. This way, she won't be too cumbersome, and she won't be too cold when entering an air-conditioned room.
Today was her first time trying a halter neck top. She wanted to create a vibrant atmosphere with the refreshing mint green, but the large open back design allowed the air conditioner to blow directly into her.
She rubbed her arms, which were covered in goosebumps, and hesitated whether she should go home to get a shawl.
Suddenly, I felt a warmth on my back.
The white shirt fell perfectly over her shoulders.
His unique scent filled her breath.
Unlike the cedar scent that filled the study, it was the familiar mint smell from the school uniform I remembered.
"Don't catch a cold." His voice was still clear and melodious, and his tone was as gentle as it had been seven years ago.
Yet, it also gave me a different feeling out of nowhere.
Su Cheng's heart skipped a beat, and she whispered a thank you.
She pulled her shirt tighter and gently lifted the fabric over her shoulders.
It was a neatly tailored casual shirt, the style of which looked very similar to the one he wore when he filmed the documentary about his marriage proposal to Shen Siqi.
At the time, Su Cheng wondered, "Isn't it hot to wear a long-sleeved shirt in the middle of summer?"
Only when you touch it do you realize that this shirt is made of soft, silky fabric, which is smooth and lightweight, even more breathable than the chiffon fabric she is wearing.
She followed him to the dining table and sat down, the hem of her oversized shirt hanging down to her knees.
His aura lingered around him almost imperceptibly, extending from his neck down to his waist and abdomen.
Warmth. Peace of mind.
From being unattainable and out of reach, to being within easy reach and within reach.
She enjoyed being his friend and could rightfully appreciate his perfectly timed gentleness.
But she also hated the identity of "friend," which meant that there would always be an invisible barrier between them.
Their relationship ended there. She had no choice but to continue playing the role of a friend.
Jiang Muzhou opened the mirrored cabinet, took out several bamboo steamers, and, imitating Su Cheng, rearranged the takeout snacks on plates.
His gaze swept over Su Cheng.
Her frame was too thin, and his shirt was a size too big on her. After walking a few steps, the collar slipped off her shoulder.
He spoke up to remind her, "Button it up."
Seeing her slightly bewildered expression, and worried that she might find buttoning up too old-fashioned, I added, "It will look better."
Su Cheng snapped out of her daze and looked herself over.
The shirt that looked crisp and tailored on him hung loosely on her, like a child wearing adult clothes.
She thought he was worried that she couldn't pull off the expensive fabric and would deform the design, so she lowered her head and obediently fastened the buttons one by one.
After Su Cheng finished eating and drinking, she changed Yuanbao's cat litter. Thinking that she was going to the rescue center for filming later, she figured she could take the trash down with her.
Yuanbao ran over excitedly, tilting his head to watch her busy herself.
The little guy mistakenly thought she had a fetish for collecting cat poop. As soon as she added new cat litter, Yuanbao excitedly jumped into the litter box, sticking his butt out and scratching around, eagerly wanting to give her a freshly baked gift.
"No, no!" Su Cheng raised her index finger, her face stern as she stopped him. "Leave it for your dad."
Unexpectedly, Yuanbao really understood. He wiggled his round little body and ran off in a flash.
Su Cheng was immediately overwhelmed with maternal love, and before leaving, she couldn't help but scoop Yuanbao into her arms and give the fluffy little head a good rub.
"Our Yuanbao is simply the best kitten in the world! So smart and obedient, how can there be such a well-behaved kitten?"
A tender, languid tone came from behind.
"As the master wishes."
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