I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 361: I Want the White Outfit

Even though Mu Qiu didn’t know what was happening outside, she could imagine it, probably someone heard it, heard it and could guess.

As for the extent of their guesses... Maybe something like #Mu Qiu disheveled led into the room by Cheng Zhirang#? A bit more and it would be very close to reality.

After all, she truly was not just disheveled.

Cheng Zhirang placed her sitting at the end of the bed, stood up to turn on the shower in the bathroom, first letting the cold water run.

Mu Qiu took advantage of this time to rearrange her hastily wrapped bathrobe, tie the belt, and cross the collar to cover any exposed parts.

Cheng Zhirang let the water run and came out, saying warmly, "First take a shower here. It’s windy at the moment, don’t want you to catch a cold. After the shower, take a soak."

"...Okay."

Wrapped in the bathrobe, she sat crookedly with her legs, water still dripping down her hair onto her neck and flowing downward. Clearly, it wasn’t cold, but it still made her tremble.

Then she set her foot on the floor, toes lifted slightly before curling and rubbing against the smooth floor, looking up at Cheng Zhirang.

Maybe because she was sitting and he was standing, she always felt Cheng Zhirang’s figure was really tall now, making the disparity in male and female form and strength immediately apparent.

It was as if his presence were like a shadow in the sun, drawing closer and enveloping her entirely.

Cheng Zhirang lowered his gaze, focusing on her face, gentlemanly avoiding the sensitive area below, realizing her intention, and fetched a pair of slippers for her. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Kneeling on one knee, he placed them by her feet, speaking with a deep sound, "There you go."

Mu Qiu flicked her foot slightly, bumping the slipper against his knee, which he immediately pressed down.

"Don’t lift it," he looked up, those Lian Yan eyes gazing at her, "Hot water’s ready, go soak."

"Then can you get my clothes," she stood and walked towards the bathroom, saying, "My clothes are still in the next room."

Cheng Zhirang hesitated a bit, "Is it convenient for me to enter your room? You can wear my bathrobe first."

Going in and out directly from a girl’s room always felt a bit invasive, especially since her intimate clothes were just placed on the cabinet by the bathroom.

"I can’t wear the bathrobe out of your room, besides, it’s inconvenient for others, but you’re fine."

Mu Qiu stopped at the bathroom door to say this. Somehow, the bathrobe belt had been tied so tightly, outlining her slender figure.

She had no clothes under the bathrobe.

Cheng Zhirang politely let his gaze wander elsewhere, forcing himself to forget this fact, his throat moved slightly, and he spoke softly.

"Anything else you need me to bring?"

"Yes," Mu Qiu thoughtfully recalled what she needed for bathing, "Shampoo, conditioner, shower gel, body lotion, face mask, all in the cabinet outside the bathroom..."

He also carefully noted them, without finding it troublesome for a girl to use so many things for a shower.

After noting everything down, Mu Qiu suddenly shifted the topic and added a request.

"Brother Cheng, my clothes are in my suitcase, I want the white set."

Cheng Zhirang paused.

...

The items needed for the shower were brought over first, then Cheng Zhirang left the room.

After showering, Mu Qiu lay in the bathtub, soaking for a while until her forehead sweated, then came out, setting her slender, fair legs on the white towel mat, quickly dried off, then used body lotion.

Nandu Tianhe was humid, but today she had been sun-exposed all day, with wind and water, her skin bore a heavy load. She warmed the body lotion in her palms, applying it on herself while massaging.

After adequate massage, she wrapped her hands behind, tried to lift as much as possible, did a yoga pose to lift the chest and exhale.

Sitting in front of the computer for long, this action helped relieve soreness, now it became a habitual action for her, just in time for the body lotion to absorb.

Cheng Zhirang took a shower in the next room, waited until she was estimated to have finished bathing, then carried her suitcase back to his room.

Unexpectedly, upon entering, a graceful figure behind the frosted glass door greeted his eyes.

She hadn’t come out yet.

Cheng Zhirang paused at the entrance for a moment, then diverted his gaze, placing the suitcase flat at the end of the bed.

"Brother Cheng?"

Inside, Mu Qiu couldn’t clearly see who had entered, she called tentatively with a slightly tense voice.

Cheng Zhirang approached and knocked on the door, saying, "It’s me."

Mu Qiu relaxed, got dressed in the bathrobe and pushed the door open to step out.

The heat wafted out, causing Cheng Zhirang a momentary dry mouth.

"I wasn’t sure what clothes you wanted to wear outside, so I brought the suitcase along. Want to blow-dry your hair first?"

"Okay."

Cheng Zhirang fetched the hair dryer, and she obediently pulled a chair to sit cross-legged before him.

The warmth mixed with the uniquely pleasant scent of body lotion spread, Cheng Zhirang took off her dry hair cap at the crown, gently shook her hair loose.

The atmosphere felt somewhat off.

Mu Qiu licked her lips, then asked him, "Why did it take you so long?"

Cheng Zhirang’s voice held a bit of hoarseness, "I took a shower. The staff already took that gecko far away and released it."

"Did it lose its tail?"

"..." Cheng Zhirang chuckled lightly, "Yes, it fell. They placed it beside when letting it go. If you’re still worried, we can switch rooms today, you sleep here, I’ll go next door."

Mu Qiu’s fingers gently moved at her sides, after a moment spoke, "Wouldn’t that be too troublesome?"

Swapping rooms with him felt quite ambiguous, similar to borrowing each other’s bathrooms to shower.

Lying in the bed he’d slept in, covering with the quilt he’d used, the warmth seemed like his body heat.

She might not resist covering with the quilt, and end up overheated in Nandu Tianhe.

"No. After your hair is dry, rest easy, I don’t have much stuff to take over, I’ll just leave them here."

"Alright... Have the staff already noticed I’m in your room?"

"Don’t worry. It’s your assistant, the house has no cameras, the staff’s rest area is beside another building."

Mu Qiu nodded, suddenly remembered another thing, "Where’s my phone? Did you bring it over?"

"At the end of the bed."

Speaking of the phone, Cheng Zhirang paused for two seconds as he used a towel to dry her hair, then continued:

"Someone sent you a message just now. When the screen lit up, it directly showed the message source and content in the popup, I happened to see it."

Mu Qiu frowned, "Should I set it so it doesn’t display?"

"Better set it that way; if someone sees your phone, it’s easy for message content to be photographed and sensationalized."

In the entertainment industry, everyone has aspects exposed to cameras. The incident of cameras or fans peeping at celebrity phones happened long ago, causing numerous issues.

Mu Qiu looked enlightened, casually asked, "You saw the message, who was it from?"

Cheng Zhirang thought carefully about the name, articulating clearly, "Qing Rong."