Chapter 6 Heaven at this moment

The eloquence of speech

I tend to become quite talkative after drinking, so please bring me a glass of water

The silence lingered between the two, and after a while, Yan Cai broke the silence: "I have said before that you are young and talented, and this is not insincere. You should not bury yourself in the current 'Silver Screen.' Xie Minglang, have you ever considered becoming an independent photographer, creating freely without constraints?"

Your face has become frozen

The streets in this area are quite quiet on the weekend, likely because the residents of this district are either on vacation or have not yet gotten up. The luxury goods store across the street is still open, but there are no customers entering.

Yan Cai only smiled: "I should take you directly to the top floor of the hotel. Then you wouldn't have so much to say"

This small detail elicited a low laugh from Yan Cai, the sound lingering in the ears, as if it had taken on a shape, damp and sweet; the kiss slipped from his lips, winding down along the neck. Yan Cai could even bite open his bow tie without using his hands, then pull apart the top button of his shirt, lightly yet firmly biting down on the carotid artery before leaning close to Xie Minglang's ear to ask: "Should I unbutton it for you, or would it be quicker if you did it yourself?"

What, do you not want to continue acting with Xu Yawei?

However, all of this became futile with a single remark from Yan Cai. He heard Yan Cai softly say, "Even if we set aside all the messy things, I do not want your current profession to become an obstacle between us"

Having seen it, of course, I will return it

They chatted casually while eating. Yan Cai began with: "I have heard a little about the recent developments regarding 'Silver Screen'."

However, Meng Yu stopped him midway. Fortunately, she was alone, which somewhat reassured Xie Minglang: "Sister Meng, what brings you here?"

In fact, it is a case of shirking work

Wei could ask him: "Why should I stay?"

Xie Minglang was taken aback, finally raising his head, but he could not utter a word

Having drunk excessively and slept too much, it is inevitable to feel a bit muddled this time

Xie Minglang extended his hand to bid them farewell: "I should be starting work soon as well. I wish you all a pleasant time."

At this moment, Yan Cai resembled a devil, calmly presenting conditions filled with infinite allure. Xie Minglang did not wish to look at him, instinctively wanting to resist the temptation emanating from Yan Cai himself

However, at that moment, a question lingered in my heart for a long time, yet it remained unspoken: Yan Cai, after many years, is it your turn to be the supporter and leader?

Because my willpower is weak and cannot withstand temptation

Xie Minglang reluctantly withdrew his hand, while Yan Cai sat up. There was still a hint of a smile hidden in his eyes, and he did not appear angry at being interrupted from a pleasant dream. He glanced at Xie Minglang and heard him ask, "What time is it?"

How can I make such temptation last a little longer?" Yan Cai asked him again

What about now? Have you changed jobs?

Xie Minglang downed his drink in one go, savoring the flavor he liked, and then had a few more cups. Once he finished drinking, Wei Ke asked, "I still don't know which newspaper you work for?"

Xie Minglang turned his head to take a look, quite surprised: "How come it's you?"

Xie Minglang turned his gaze to look at him. Yan Cai's sleeping posture was not very graceful; he was slightly curled up, with his hair covering most of his face. He did not feel itchy and continued to sleep soundly.

Although Meng Yu would often sulkily say that she would resign if things did not go well, Xie Minglang knew that she had a deep affection for "Silver Screen" and would never leave unless absolutely necessary. However, the person discussing this matter with him at the moment was Yan Cai, which made Xie Minglang waver in his heart, yet he did not admit it: "Sister Meng has been with 'Silver Screen' for so many years, and now is a critical time for 'Silver Screen'; she will not leave."

Of course, if you are unwilling, I will not insist at all

Wei Ke Song Jian: "I don't mind"

A thought flashed through his mind, and Xie Minglang couldn't help but ask: "Wait a minute, what you recorded isn't Yan Cai's script, is it?"

Why are you in such a hurry to go back? Are you going to see the ukiyo-e?

This is not just the amount for two cups. Can you still drive

Oh, you take your time, I will go in first. " Xie Minglang took the opportunity to leave.

This is not contradictory. I have also mentioned that I can bring you closer to your ideals

Yan Cai was momentarily speechless after listening. Xie Minglang felt that he had said too much and regretted it a bit, so he changed the subject: "I still have work to do; it really is unfair to my salary to be away for too long"

Yan Cai's house is just one of the apartments at https://mhetushucomcom. They began kissing at the entrance, and in the moment the door opened, they almost fell to the ground together, the atmosphere naturally heating up. Xie Minglang was pinned against the wall, the two of them were too close, their fingers intertwined, exceptionally intimate

Your words are truly harsh. Wei Ke, reflecting on Xie Minglang's statement, couldn't help but laugh. Shaking his head while laughing, he remarked, Indeed, extremes lead to reversals. If that were the case, your workload would also be reduced.

Xie Minglang enjoys the flavors of this restaurant and was initially very happy while eating. Upon hearing this sentence, his hand, which was in the process of picking up food, paused in mid-air, and he responded somewhat weakly: "Is that so? Did Sister Meng tell you that?"

The former "Silver Screen"

I know that there are magazines looking to recruit Meng Yu, and that platform is much larger than "Yinping," making it a better opportunity for her. If she really leaves, what will you do?

Yan Cai smiled and pointed at the cigarette between his fingers, saying: "The craving for a smoke has hit, let's go out for a cigarette"

Xie Minglang also smiled: "No, you performed exceptionally well. Just as your profession is to portray different roles in a way that convinces everyone, my profession happens to be capturing the most subtle expressions of people in an instant and recording them objectively. You have praised my talent before; I am not sure if I truly possess such a thing, but occasional inspiration does emerge."

The first person to wake up the next day was Xie Minglang. The curtains were drawn tightly, and the room was dim yet warm. For a moment, he was in a daze, reaching out his hand to fumble towards the bedside table until his hand struck the lamp hard, suddenly reminding him that he was not in his rented apartment. He gasped in pain, and the motion of shaking his hand was a bit exaggerated, causing Yan Cai, who was leaning beside him, to stir slightly, yet she did not wake up; instead, she leaned even closer to Xie Minglang.

Xie Minglang then remembered the matter of driving. Seeing this, Meng Yu sighed and said: "Forget it, it's also a rare opportunity. I can drive back by myself later. How did your photos turn out?"

After a long time, Xie Minglang emerged from his stupor, slightly turned his head, and a faint smile appeared on his face; he returned the kiss and said in a hushed voice, "Who can truly refuse you"

Xie Minglang stared blankly at him, unsure of what to say; Yan Cai's brows furrowed slightly as she reached out again to hook her arm around Xie Minglang's neck, pulling him closer and planting a kiss near his lips: "Stay by my side. Do not reject me."

Well, I met a friend and had two drinks

After the car left the hotel, Xie Minglang felt a bit tired and asked Yan Cai beside him, "Will it take a long time? I would like to take a nap."

Yan Cai led Xie Minglang through several narrow streets until they found a small restaurant with a modest facade. When they arrived, it was around 2 or 3 PM, a time when business was slow, and they were pleased to be undisturbed by outsiders

No

No, no, I think you are absolutely right. However, what I do not understand is, since you do not wish to be seen in front of the camera, why are you here tonight

This left Xie Minglang at a loss for words. After a long pause, he shook his head: "I have seen all kinds of fans, rushing forward to see their idols, even just to touch the hem of their clothes is good... So, are you saying that you only like Yan Cai's performances?"

Xie Minglang was taken aback for a moment, fell into deep thought, and spoke the truth: "I do not wish to."

The revision of your magazine is quite a significant matter. I used to know someone who bought every issue of "Silver Screen," and later I developed this habit as well. The changes are considerable; it is almost unrecognizable as the same magazine "Silver Screen".

Wei Ke skillfully poured the wine and handed a glass to Xie Minglang, saying: "I learned all this while working at the bar before. I haven't forgotten it yet; it's truly a skill that comes in handy."

Please lower your voice a little; it is so quiet here, and I am not deaf

Oh. I thought you were also one of the guests

Xie Minglang laughed out loud after listening, prompting Wei Ke to turn around and ask him: "What is it, very funny?"

"Your face has turned pale from the cold, you should go inside quickly," Yan Cai said softly as she lit a cigarette

His fingertips trembled continuously until Yan Cai held his hand. The scent of smoke on Yan Cai was faint, while the smell of alcohol was stronger, causing Xie Minglang to momentarily lose his focus. At that very moment, Yan Cai grasped Xie Minglang's hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the palm. Xie Minglang couldn't help but wonder why this person could be so warm.

It will arrive soon, you should sleep

Xie Minglang looked for a long time and finally felt cold, having no choice but to return to the warm indoors. As he ascended the steps, he lowered his head and somewhat boredly counted the steps. Just as he began to count, he saw another person's feet, which were descending the steps.

"It's alright, I will wait until the end. I truly apologize for the matter regarding the alcohol..." Xie Minglang lowered his head and repeatedly expressed his apologies

Xie Minglang looked up in astonishment, speechless; Yan Cai reached out his hand to cover Xie Minglang's right hand resting on the table, looked him in the eye, and said gently: "You do not dislike me."

Such a person not acting in a romantic film would truly be a waste of talent. Xie Minglang struggled to lose focus. His breathing was unsteady, and his legs seemed to tremble as he barely steadied his voice to say: "In the spirit of fun, how should I be asked? I'm drenched in sweat right now; let me take a shower first." After saying this, he laughed, and in his pitch-black eyes, it seemed as if all the light had gathered, with his eyelashes casting a pale green shadow in the eye socket.

Yan Cai took a sip of water, her face devoid of any smile: "If you want to live this kind of life, that is your own affair."

After seeing off Wei Ke and Miss Qiao, Xie Minglang poured himself half a glass of wine and began to circle the venue in search of the camera. The alcohol made his fingertips tingle slightly, while his cerebral cortex was quite excited. He thought to himself that he must take a few photos to report back, so he pressed the shutter repeatedly, not caring whether the people in the frame were recognizable or not, as long as there was a decent frontal shot, it would be considered acceptable.

What a pity. My colleagues will surely hold a grudge against you once they find out. What are you planning to do with that script

Although Xie Minglang had only met Wei Ke once, he always felt a connection with him. As expected, when Wei Ke heard him say this, he smiled and said: "If every reporter spoke like you at every event, it might actually be a good thing. I'll go get another drink. This corner is quiet, we can chat slowly. What would you like to drink?"

Aren't you cold? Make a decision sooner, and you won't have to endure as much chill. Yan Cai's voice was muffled in Xie Minglang's palm, but that smile was unmistakable. You have delayed until now, surely not to reject me again.

Yan Cai smiled: "Since you have already seen through it, then it means I did not perform well enough."

Xie Minglang asked: "How come you are here tonight?"

What shall we talk about

Xie Minglang casually placed the wine glass in his hand on the table beside him and replied, "That day at the restaurant, you said you had already seen five performances; it turns out you didn't go to see Zheng Xiao."

The hotel behind him was brightly lit, resembling a richly adorned noblewoman, arriving draped in the night, truly an indescribable atmosphere of luxury

Upon getting off the vehicle and taking a look, he was surprised to find himself still in the city. Looking at the row of somewhat aged old houses before him, he asked, "Where is this?"

I... he was about to say "I don't know" instinctively, but fortunately he reacted immediately, changing his tone to say, "I don't want to choose at all"

After a while, the guard returned, holding an opened bottle of champagne and two glasses. Xie Minglang found it amusing and picked up his camera to take a picture, saying, "This brand should hire you for an advertisement"

Xie Minglang remained silent, retracting his hand as he continued: "You were also very alert last night. Is it true that only achievements gained through hard work are worthy of pride in your eyes? I admire your talent and wish to help you avoid unnecessary detours; this is not a bad thing."

Wei smiled and said, "It's alright, I no longer drink. They have prepared fine champagne, not drinking it would be a disservice to the host's investment."

"Alright, let's go in and talk," Yan Cai said, as she pinched the half-burnt cigarette.

Xie Minglang recovered from his initial surprise and greeted with a smile: "Hello. I also found out by chance that you are a model"

However, ... ... '' Xie Minglang recalled that day when Wei Ke left shortly after Yan Cai entered the door, still feeling puzzled. He simply took advantage of the effects of alcohol to ask, `` That day, Yan Cai also came to the same restaurant, yet you left immediately. ''

Wei Kelu displayed an expression of helplessness after being exposed: "Oh, you already know. Are you coming over for an interview tonight?"

It has not yet reached such significance. With that, Wei finished speaking, tilted his head back, and downed another cup of wine

Well, I think that should be enough. If you have taken enough photos and you are feeling bored, you can go back first. It will also be wrapping up here shortly.

Wei Keyi raised an eyebrow and smiled, saying, "You claim to be talkative after drinking, but I see you are quite economical with your words"

Xie Minglang certainly was not the only person in the bathroom; the entire bathroom was left in disarray after the bath, with water marks trailing from the bathroom all the way to the bedroom, yet no one bothered to address it. That night, who was a piece of driftwood in someone else's desire, and who was merely a remnant of a past dream, had long been forgotten amidst the fervent entanglement.

Whatever, I have spent enough time in there and do not wish to return in the short term

I bought it about ten years ago. This is the first house I purchased. What do you want to eat for lunch

You took out a cigarette that had not yet been lit: "So you are here."

He raised his head in response, and soon he was almost forced to smile wryly. Unfortunately, his original plan to muddle through under the cover of darkness also did not come to fruition.

You all know how I can take you there. Moreover, the house in the suburbs is not as convenient as here. Didn't you say you were cold? Let's go upstairs

Last night, in a state of confusion and distraction, I did not take the time to observe my surroundings. It was not until noon today, when Xie Minglang came downstairs, that I realized this area is the best location in the affluent district of the city. Although it is in the city center, both the subway and buses completely bypass it. On ordinary days, the most common vehicles on the streets are private cars, taxis, and bicycles.

After getting into the car, Xie Minglang said: "This is a parking lot for the privileged class, but now I know, you all need to be careful in the future"

He hurriedly left, little did he know that the hotel lobby was even warmer than the banquet hall. After leaning on the sofa for a while, Xie Minglang was already sweating slightly. Relying on the warmth brought by the alcohol, Xie Minglang stepped out of the hotel, intending to breathe in some fresh air and sober up a bit. The air outside was cold and refreshing; he took a deep breath and immediately felt that the intoxication had dissipated by more than half.

Xie Minglang shook his head: "Nonsense. Who doesn't know that your house is in the eastern suburbs, a large building, backed by the mountains and facing the lake"

Do you really want to discuss this issue

When I initially asked someone to bid for me, I never expected to actually win the auction. Although I do not know what mindset Yan Cai had in putting this up for auction, since I do not need it, returning it is always a good option. He then saw Xie Minglang's lips curl into a smile, his eyes sparkling, clearly trying to suppress his laughter, and said, "You are always smiling."

Xie Minglang almost blurted out that no matter how boring it was, it would be better than the current situation. He greatly disliked the feeling he was experiencing at the moment; the indescribable, subtle pressure and sense of urgency made him anxious, to the point where he would shiver from the cold.

My house

Yan Cai smiled, her eyes curving into crescents, a clear expression of knowing the lie yet choosing not to expose it. Seeing her like this, Xie Minglang felt a twinge of guilt himself, and his tone unconsciously shifted: "I am not a good conversational partner, in any case..."

She looked at the bottle that was already more than half empty, her brow slightly furrowing, and without getting entangled in words with Wei Kezai, she first greeted Xie Minglang before turning around to say: "You have a photo shoot tomorrow, be careful of getting a wine rash. There is someone I would like to introduce you to..." She concluded perfectly, her smile directed at Xie Minglang, flawless.

This is undermining people's livelihoods

Xie Minglang replied seriously: "I was thinking, if everyone were like you, how much less excitement there would be in the entertainment industry. Just think about it, without the blocking of cars and crying, without loud screams, and without fan clubs of all sizes, everyone would just quietly watch the show and line up to buy records, then leave in an orderly manner... It seems like a banquet, missing the appetizers, it simply wouldn't be complete"

Xie Minglang did not speak again, and after a moment of silence, feeling that he had calmed down, he softly spoke again: "This is not interesting."

At this point, further words are of no use. Xie Minglang abandoned his pretense and excuses, responding with a positive word. The next few minutes felt to Xie Minglang like he was acting in a counter-espionage film—following Yan Cai's instructions, he entered first, sat in the lobby to warm himself up, and casually watched as Yan Cai came in a few minutes later, briefly communicated with the front desk, then returned to the party to mingle, and once again left without a trace. The next few minutes felt to Xie Minglang like he was acting in a counter-espionage film—following Yan Cai's instructions, he entered first, sat in the lobby to warm himself up, and casually watched as Yan Cai came in a few minutes later, briefly communicated with the front desk, then returned to the party to mingle, and once again left without a trace. Then Yan Cai walked towards the elevator, while Xie Minglang followed Yan Cai's earlier suggestion to take the stairs to the underground parking lot at the east exit of the hotel. He had never known there was such a parking lot; he saw that the staircase was spiral, and looking down from above, he could not see the end; there were no other people, the lighting was starkly white, yet he felt inexplicably excited, even somewhat expectant, as if he were attending a banquet without an ending. He had never known there was such a parking lot; he saw that the staircase was spiral, and looking down from above, he could not see the end; there were no other people, the lighting was starkly white, yet he felt inexplicably excited, even somewhat expectant, as if he were attending a banquet without an ending.

Yan Cai sighed softly and asked, "Why were you willing to come back with me yesterday?"

The bed was indeed warm, especially when recalling that it was after the weekend. Xie Minglang truly lacked the willpower to get up so quickly. He sighed in relief and lay back down, thinking of dozing off for a while longer. However, this time, the person who was being unruly was Yan Cai. After being teased a few times, Xie Minglang completely lost his desire to sleep. The two of them indulged in a brief moment of intimacy before finally getting up, satisfied, to take a shower and get ready.

I have nothing to repay you with. There is no free lunch in this world. This is not a fairy tale world; there are some things I cannot afford. However, Xie Minglang's attitude has not wavered compared to that day

Yan Cai lowered her voice, possibly due to having consumed alcohol, and it was slightly hoarse. Xie Minglang couldn't help but admire how he could discern such subtle differences, and in the next moment, Yan Cai's warm hand left, replaced by something even warmer.

Before pushing the door open, he hesitated for a moment, wondering what he would do if there were indeed reporters waiting here. However, the hesitation lasted only a moment; the scene behind the door surprised him. The parking lot was not large, but it was filled with good cars. He looked around and did not see anyone else. Just as he was thinking about where Yan Cairen was, the lights of a car in the corner flashed a few times and soon stopped in front of him.

Xie Minglang's expression changed as soon as he heard this. He lifted the blanket to get out of bed, but was pulled back by Yan Cai, who said, "It's the weekend today, where do you think you're going"

You are afraid again

And you?

Well, good

The kiss was brief, just a brush before departing. Xie Minglang widened his eyes in surprise as he heard Yan Cai say: "Do you like this hotel, or shall we change to another place"

Yan Cai found the clock placed on the bedside table next to him: "It has just passed noon"

As expected of a model, the utterly glamorous gown worn by Wei Ke does not appear overly cumbersome at all. Upon seeing Xie Minglang, he raised his hand and said: "Long time no see, so you are a journalist."

Wei Ke seemed a bit surprised, but immediately smiled and nodded happily: "Absolutely correct. How did you guess that?"

Did you drink alcohol

At this moment, Xie Minglang was truly surprised: "Going back?"

After circling the venue, Xie Minglang checked the number of photos and was very satisfied with this quantity. He contentedly put away his camera, found a secluded corner to sit down, and waited for the cocktail party to conclude

I spent a large sum of money to purchase something, and the organizer sent me a letter inviting me to a dinner.

I didn't expect you to buy a house here". Xie Minglang turned around to glance at the door number of the small building of Yan Cai Apartment and said casually

He wanted to say how could "Silver Screen" be such a third-rate publication, but recalling every event that had transpired over the past month, those words remained unspoken.

After speaking, he turned around to search for Yan Cai's figure in the venue: "Can you distinguish between liking a person's performance and liking the person themselves? In fact, just like being an artist, being a fan also has its rules. No matter how much one cries out verbally about loving a certain artist, or how much money one spends just to catch a glimpse of them, fans are essentially self-deceived beings who willingly create an idol in their hearts based on a few films and some reports. As for who that artist really is, do you think fans truly care? They have already established an image in their minds, and it will not change until the day they abandon it. I do not like this set of rules, and I find it boring and foolish. I know that what I see in Yan Cai is merely an illusion, but I am happy to maintain this illusion. Getting closer would only shatter the bubble, which offers me no benefit. So, why should I cautiously smile and ask for an autograph, engage in small talk, or linger to watch him eat a meal?" I know that what I see in Yan Cai is merely an illusion, but I am happy to maintain this illusion. Getting closer would only shatter the bubble, which offers me no benefit. So, why should I cautiously smile and ask for an autograph, engage in small talk, or linger to watch him eat a meal?

I like it here, and it is even less likely that I will leave. " Xie Minglang did not dare to look into Yan Cai's eyes, lowering his head and answering in a low voice

Looking at this sleeping face, Xie Minglang's playful nature was ignited. He reached out to brush aside Yan Cai's hair, wanting to see what expression Yan Cai had while asleep. At first, Yan Cai ignored him, furrowing his brow and continuing to sleep. Later, he turned over, but Xie Minglang remained undeterred, trying again and again. When he reached out once more and just touched Yan Cai's hair, his hand was struck hard: "Are you still at it?" At first, Yan Cai ignored him, furrowing his brow and continuing to sleep. Later, he turned over, but Xie Minglang remained undeterred, trying again and again. When he reached out once more and just touched Yan Cai's hair, his hand was struck hard: "Are you still at it?"

Yan Cai's tone did not change much; it remained calm and unhurried: "Oh, so you are quite satisfied with those days of buying a bunch of photos from foreign image agencies every day, making some edits, or stopping someone's car to sneak a few shots of photos without any signatures, are you?"

I took dozens of photos, there is no problem with the submission

"You are being negligent in your work, aren't you?" Suddenly, someone said from behind him

Alright, alright, it really is nothing. You don't need to apologize to me. Why don't you go sit outside for a while? The air is better out there, and it will help you wake up a bit

He thought to himself that it would take some time no matter how fast it was, so he安心ly closed his eyes for a while. The heating in the car was very sufficient, and Xie Minglang slept very comfortably, to the point that he was somewhat reluctant to get up when Yan Cai called him.

Under the dim light, his outline remained quite clear. Xie Minglang quietly observed for a moment and, as if awakening from a dream, replied, "Alright, goodbye"

"What am I afraid of?" Xie Minglang retorted, "I am actually cold; this outfit is not meant for withstanding the cold wind."

Unlike the banquet hall filled with laughter and chatter before, the garden outside the hotel was eerily quiet, with even the sound of fabric rubbing against itself when brushing the sleeve being distinctly audible. Xie Minglang, realizing he could not avoid the situation, nodded slightly and exchanged pleasantries, saying: "It is not surprising to find myself here. It is indeed a rare occurrence to see you."

Wei's smile deepened: "Do you think I am insincere? The matter of buying things was known to the agency, and they insisted that I be present. They had originally arranged for me to shake hands and meet with Yan Cai, but I absolutely refused, and in the end, it came to nothing."

Upon arriving at this hall, it became evident that the atmosphere was even more relaxed. There were no fixed seats; guests held their drinks and gathered in small groups to socialize and chat. Meng Yu had her own engagements, and after exchanging a few words with Xie Minglang, she went to meet her friends. Xie Minglang, as was his habit, scanned the room and quickly spotted Yan Cai, so he immediately chose the farthest corner from her, hiding away to observe the lively scene.

While he was eating the cold dishes, his gaze happened to catch Meng Yu, who, while speaking, turned around to look around. Xie Minglang knew she was looking for him, but it was too late to hide. He forced a smile in response to the gaze Meng Yu directed at him, while simultaneously steeling himself to filter out Yan Cai, who had also cast a glance in his direction.

Seeing Xie Minglang's tense expression suddenly relax, Yan Cai shook his head: "How is it that you are living more confusedly than I am"

No. But he is indeed an additional gain

Xie Minglang pressed his lips together and after a long while said: "I need a stable job, as it relates to family values. I do not want my father to be unhappy"

Wei's smile froze upon hearing this voice. She turned her back to her and gave Xie Minglang a glance before turning around: "Miss Qiao, I was just having a casual chat with Xie Minglang from 'Silver Screen'. You arrived just in time; would you like to join us for a drink?"

Xie Minglang is not particular about food: "I am actually not hungry. Moreover, you are the host in this area, so you decide."

Indeed. "Xie Minglang replied in a low voice, "It has changed too much."

Before he could even take a step, he suddenly felt a force pulling him from behind. Caught off guard, he was yanked backward and fell. At first, Xie Minglang's mind went blank for a moment, and when he regained his senses, he saw Yan Cai and himself already standing in the shadows at the bottom of the steps. Xie Minglang could only see Yan Cai's eyes, which were filled with a teasing smile. He couldn't help but feel both shocked and angry, his hands cold while his face burned: "What are you doing..."

He originally wanted to say something, which should have been quite important, but after feeling the hand of Yan Cai resting on his face, he completely forgot. Xie Minglang shuddered uncontrollably, the feeling from that night at the film festival returned, and he sensed danger

Do you really want to go back there

The alcohol lurking within his body once again took effect. Xie Minglang felt Yan Cai's hand slip into his shirt, lingering at his waist, making him feel hot and restless. His fingers were unusually nimble, and his arms were incredibly strong, with all resistance being forcefully suppressed. Xie Minglang's empty hand grasped Yan Cai's shoulder; compared to Yan Cai's warm hand, the fabric felt so cold that he involuntarily loosened his grip the moment he touched it, only to have to tighten his hold once more.

Even if the evening gown was not wet, it could not be worn out during the day. Fortunately, Xie Minglang and Yan Cai had similar body shapes, so Yan Cai found a few pieces of clothing that she rarely wore for Xie Minglang to change into, and then the two of them went out together for lunch

They were chatting happily, unaware of a middle-aged woman with an unfamiliar face approaching them. The woman walked up to Wei Ke, glanced at the bottle of wine in his hand, her expression darkening slightly before she quickly regained her composure: "I have been looking for you everywhere, and here you are hiding."

However, he inadvertently tilted his head slightly. Upon seeing Yan Cai's smile, Xie Minglang quickly turned his face away in a very unnatural manner, and shortly thereafter, he simply stood up, intending to stand outside the hall for a while