I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 377: Is It Okay?

Cheng Zhirang, as a man who has remained celibate for thirty years, is indeed too gentlemanly.

There were many opportunities for intimacy between them, but each time he would hold back, restraining himself, treating her with the care one would give to a fragile object.

Mu Qiu thought it would be the same this time, but after the kiss fell on the corner of her eye, it moved down to her lips.

At first, it was just a brush of the lips, a gentle graze, and he asked with a face full of restraint while holding her waist, "Is this okay?"

His voice was so husky, yet he still maintained his gentlemanly demeanor.

Mu Qiu, sitting on his lap, also felt her breath becoming unsteady, but she couldn’t help but ask, "Okay with what?"

He fixed his gaze on her without immediately answering. Mu Qiu bit her lip and added, "Anything is okay."

What was merely an atmosphere filled with pink bubbles instantly turned into unbearable heat after those words.

Cheng Zhirang, who was elegantly leaning back on the sofa, suddenly straightened his waist and pulled her closer to his embrace.

Mu Qiu complied with his sudden "ungentlemanly" move, her hands barely able to stay on his shoulders, as she was pressed more firmly into his chest.

It was as if he longed to press her into his very being, reshaping her into his missing rib.

The sky was clear, the breeze cool, and outside the window it was silent, while inside, the lovers were kissing passionately.

In adult relationships, calmness often comes with occasional intensity. They could restrain themselves when together or indulge when in love.

As the strap of Mu Qiu’s sheer dress slipped off, she felt breathless, clinging tightly to his shirt, shivering each time the scorching warmth branded her skin.

Her weakened legs straddled his body, forced to feel his excitement intimately.

In a scene that left one’s mind muddled, time seemed indeterminate...

There were crisp bird calls outside the balcony, but all she could hear was the sexy breathing by her ear.

With red at the corner of her eyes, she dazedly asked, "What’s wrong?"

Her appearance added to the man’s already unbearable desire.

Cheng Zhirang raised his hand to cover her eyes, his hoarse voice murmuring, "No, it’s not safe."

"..." Mu Qiu couldn’t quite process it, asking, "What’s not safe?"

Cheng Zhirang sighed lightly and said by her ear, "Protection."

Mu Qiu paused.

Perhaps her mind was muddled as though filled with cement, or maybe it was her ingrained authorial instincts; after some thought, she whispered a few words by his ear.

Cheng Zhirang abruptly lifted his head to stare at her.

(Afraid, truly too afraid of being censored. If this is censored, I’ll... I’ll just let it be.)

The night in Yishan wasn’t particularly bustling. As each floor lit up in every building, one could see a few people conversing and heading home.

More often, cars came and went directly to the parking lot, each window dimly lit, obscuring the passengers inside.

This place is full of celebrities and big shots, with cars each more luxurious than the last. Yet after midnight, cars became scarce, and the reflected light on the windows only rarely appeared.

After counting to whatever number of light reflections it was, Mu Qiu gently fluttered her eyelashes, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

The phone buzzing on the carpet outside the door kept vibrating for a while, unanswered, until it finally went silent, replaced by a message.

Unfortunately, no one saw it.

Cheng Zhirang collected the clothes in the room into the dirty laundry basket, then gently picked up the person on the bed and carried her to the bathroom.

The sound of running water woke the lightly sleeping Mu Qiu.

Her hands felt weak, but she instinctively wrapped them around his shoulders, her voice still hoarse with lingering emotion, asking, "What for?"

"To bathe," Cheng Zhirang said gently.

"But I want to sleep," she muttered, blinking half-asleep, looking utterly exhausted, "Washing will wake me up."

"It won’t, just warm water."

She pouted, "Can’t I just not..."

"No."

Cheng Zhirang reached out to test the water temperature, the hot water splashing onto his arm muscle without him feeling it, and gently explained to Mu Qiu:

"You must bathe, or it will get infected."

Mu Qiu quickly took a shower, then dried herself off before being carried back in the same way.

The bedsheets had already been changed; as soon as she touched the cool, silky sheets, she automatically turned to the side, closed her eyes, and reached out a hand to grab for him.

"Sleep."

With her eyes closed and flailing around, she was too far to reach him. Cheng Zhirang knelt with one knee on the bed, took her hand in his, and gently placed a kiss on the back of it.

"Okay."

...

The lights in Cheng Zhirang’s studio were still on.

Chen Song, having dealt with Qiu Shuang’s matters and communicated with a few directors submitting scripts to Cheng Zhirang, went out to have Assistant Wen order takeout.

Since the public revelation of Cheng Zhirang and Mu Qiu’s relationship, the studio has been on high alert to prevent anyone from exploiting the situation.

No one knows that the two at the center of this romance are now blissfully enjoying themselves.

After ordering takeout for everyone who stayed, Assistant Wen massaged his back and quietly asked Chen Song, "Sister Chen, is Brother Cheng going to accept that script?"

"It’s not decided yet. How’s the situation online?"

"The situation is still, um, alright. Most of the Cheng Zhis haven’t caused an uproar."

This is the upside of being an actor compared to an idol. When Su Yan’s relationship was exposed earlier, fans and paparazzi besieged her house.

Although Cheng Zhis are numerous, they are mostly long-time fans who generally don’t oppose Cheng Zhirang dating. Their main concern is the new fans brought in by Different causing a ruckus.

It’s frankly quite daunting, considering they’re all supposedly educated individuals, yet the things they say online are increasingly harsh.

Chen Song nodded, "Two more directors came with scripts, one of which is quite unique, and he might be interested. Send him the script and give him a call, telling him to stay with Mu Qiu for the next couple of days and try not to go out."

Assistant Wen agreed and immediately took out his phone to call.

However, after three or four rings, the call went unanswered. He held the phone up to Chen Song, indicating there was no answer.

"No answer? He shouldn’t be asleep at this time; maybe he’s exercising in another room... wait, don’t call again."

Assistant Wen: "???"

"He might be asleep."

"That can’t be right; Brother Cheng usually stays up late reading scripts." 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"I said he’s asleep, so he’s asleep."

"...Alright."

Chen Song leaned over the nearby desk, tapping her fingers on the table before getting up, her heels clicking as she walked towards an inner office.

"I’ll contact Changhui. Once you’re done, coordinate with them over there. Knock off when you’re done; working late isn’t necessary."

Even the boss was deeply immersed in love; it seemed unreasonable that they were still here working overtime.

She walked quickly, not hearing Assistant Wen’s muttered response.

"...But I don’t even have a girlfriend."