I'm Crushing on Gorgeous Faces in Variety Shows!-Chapter 385: Brother Cheng, Your Outfit...

The plan was to move out the next day, and today was just about taking the last bit of luggage over.

But the two of them ended up "hanging out" until midnight and had no choice but to stay, warming up the boiler and the bed in advance.

The new home now has a hint of life, though the way it gained this life isn’t easy to talk about.

Sometimes, in a half-awake state, Mu Qiu would wonder if their "too adult-like" way of loving was indeed too radical.

They had barely started the kissing phase, and already progressed to the last step.

But it was just a fleeting thought that came and went, and she continued with this radical way.

By the time the next day came, Cheng Zhirang was the one who went back to Yishan to bring over her things meant for the last evening.

He had gone out and returned to the small villa, and Mu Qiu hadn’t woken up yet. The room was quiet, filled only with her breathing.

The clothes scattered all over the floor had been picked up and put into the washing machine by him, but the soaked nightgown draped over the bathtub was still there.

Cheng Zhirang entered the bathroom quietly, placed the nightgown in the sink, gently closed the bathroom door, and began changing clothes.

He had an event at the downtown art exhibition center today and had specially prepared clothes. But he hadn’t expected to stay the night, so he hadn’t brought them; thus he had Assistant Wen bring them to his car in the morning on his way back to Yishan.

When the clothes were delivered, Assistant Wen had been hesitant and warily asked if it was convenient and if he needed a stylist to do his hair.

After he refused, the assistant looked even more concerned and carefully reminded him to set an alarm and not miss the event.

Thinking about it made Cheng Zhirang chuckle.

He faced a large mirror, putting on the shirt he had brought, his long, elegant fingers fastening the middle button gracefully.

Suddenly, the door to the bathroom behind him was pushed open.

Without turning back, Cheng Zhirang looked at the person in the mirror and asked softly, "Awake?"

Mu Qiu, her voice still a bit husky, leaned against the door and whistled, "Wow, a beauty changing clothes."

In the mirror, she looked at him with a wolfish gaze.

Cheng Zhirang smiled at the image in the mirror, the smile on his lips deepening as he fastened the last button. Then he turned and said, "A beauty freshly awakened."

Then he reached out his hand to her.

Mu Qiu took two steps forward to approach him, but dared not lean into his arms, giving him a once-over instead.

"Is there an event today?"

"Yeah, a brand meeting at the art exhibition center."

"No wonder, you didn’t button the shirt all the way up."

He wore a relatively casual shirt, white, with a nice drape, the collar specially designed, and the buttons were fastened just below the collarbone.

The trousers were actually a light pink-purple.

Looking at the suit jacket next to it, sure enough, it was a pink-purple suit.

Cheng Zhirang, wearing a pink-purple suit...

Mu Qiu grew interested and insisted that he slowly put on the jacket in front of her in the room.

"I’ll just sit on the bed. Can you change in front of me?"

Cheng Zhirang was puzzled, it only took two seconds to put on a suit jacket, how could he do it slowly for her to watch?

"Can’t I show you after I put it on?"

"No, I want you to change in front of me. Just put your clothes on normally, I just want to appreciate this brief moment."

It was a bit like an aristocratic family member teasing a beauty on the street, quite odd. But Cheng Zhirang still agreed, taking the suit jacket and leaving the bathroom.

Then he put the jacket on in front of her.

This suit jacket had no buttons, just left open like that, under the white shirt, the body’s curves vaguely visible.

Mu Qiu watched him silently as he reached out to wear the jacket, the broad shoulders stretching as he adjusted the collar and sleeves, that one move, the first and second shirt buttons almost bursting open.

She nonchalantly wiped her nose, "Your pecs are quite prominent."

Cheng Zhirang: "......"

He wasn’t usually expressive, but this time he was truly speechless.

Mu Qiu said innocently, "I’m serious. Wearing a pink-purple suit, and you can still see the muscle curves underneath... this contrast is a bit big."

"So does it not look good?"

"... It looks overly good."

Can you imagine? A tall man with pecs and abs, broad shoulders, narrow waist, wearing a pink-purple suit, and this gentle color perfectly matching his personality and demeanor.

It’s like some magical chemical reaction, making one’s heart itch.

Oh, forgot, people cannot imagine, after all, he’s in her bed.

Cheng Zhirang’s event starts at two, and he has to head over by twelve, needing to freshen up his makeup and hair in the car, and he didn’t wear accessories yet, needing to retrieve them.

There’s still an hour and a half before twelve.

His clothes couldn’t get stained with any smells, so Mu Qiu ordered him a light takeout, and then ordered herself a blood-tonic set meal while sipping warm water.

Flirting and then replenishing blood yourself, how about it?

Though it felt somewhat self-inflicted, it was like eating sweets knowing they’d make you gain weight but still wanting them, with a beauty in bed, how could one resist?

Her actions were a bit oddly cute; Cheng Zhirang drank soup while watching her eat duck blood vermicelli, his gaze falling on her legs.

She had to wear skirts for three days straight now.

Even her sitting posture changed from liking to sit cross-legged to sitting sideways.

He frowned slightly to himself, considering it a vicious cycle.

Her skirts were slightly fitted, originally worn for comfort, but once she wore them, they were truly enticing, always escalating into an inappropriate situation.

Reflecting on the past two days, he felt his mind wasn’t very clear, abandoning his usual restraint and gentlemanly nature, becoming impulsive and seeking whatever he wanted.

Too indulgent. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Even frowning, he looked good, and Mu Qiu boldly stared at him.

"Brother Cheng, you really look good in this outfit."

Cheng Zhirang snapped out of his thoughts and smiled, "Like it that much?"

"Very much. I always thought you only suited dark, proper suits. Have you ever worn pink before?"

"... Not yet."

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In the planned dialogue between Zhou Jilin and Qiuqiu, there was originally a scene where he reminded Qiuqiu that her relationship with Brother Cheng was developing too fast, and advised her to pace herself in love, not to give her body and soul too quickly.

But since it was a bit difficult to write, it was left out, so I’m explaining a bit of my setup here.

Qiuqiu herself comes from a relatively happy family, but because her thoughts differ from those of her parents, she’s also tired of their insistence on handling things rationally, which makes her appear "radical" and "rebellious" in certain matters.

For example, even though she knows the status of women in relationships in this world, knows that she and Brother Cheng don’t really understand each other yet, understands the trouble slapping a popular star could bring, she still wants to do it, to try, wanting to indulge at first impulse.

She isn’t a moth to a flame; she is the flame itself, stubborn yet free, rational yet bold.

Rather than regretting later, she’d rather not miss out on the beautiful things she could have had due to her hesitation and restraint.