Quick Wear: The host is really just a substitute!

Chapter 820: The 7 Constellations of Professional Stuntmen (33)

The morning light shone through the gauze curtains, casting mottled shadows on the floor. Lu Xingyi was awakened by a sharp headache.

He subconsciously raised his hand and pressed his temple. The throbbing blood vessels under his fingertips reminded him of the excessive alcohol intake last night.

The unfamiliar ceiling instantly alerted him, and memories of his hangover came flooding back.

In the fragmented picture, he remembered that he insisted that Lao Sun park the car at the Ritz-Carlton, remembered stumbling to her door, and remembered... the figure who opened the door with a tennis racket.

"woke up?"

A cold voice came from the door.

When Lu Xingyi turned his head, his cervical vertebrae made a slight sound and he saw Song Yuesheng leaning against the door frame with his arms folded.

The morning light gave her a soft outline, but it also made her features look even more distant.

"Now that you're awake," she tapped her arm with her fingertips, "go wash up first. There's hangover soup and breakfast on the table."

Before turning around, he added, "We'll talk about our relationship after we finish eating."

The sound of the door closing made Lu Xingyi clutch the sheets tightly.

In the dizziness of a hangover, that familiar sour feeling came over me again.

How could she…how could she, after remembering everything…discuss their relationship in such a businesslike tone?

It was as if the person he held in his arms last night was just an illusion.

In the living room, Song Yuesheng drank the cold coffee in one gulp.

Si Shu's call was still ringing in his ears: Something happened with Shen Zhirang, and someone wanted to take him away...but it's been resolved.

Song Yuesheng stared at the coffee grounds remaining at the bottom of the cup and closed his eyes with a headache.

Apart from the drunk man who came to her door last night, she really couldn't think of anyone else who would do such a thing.

The bitterness of the coffee spread across her tongue, but it was nothing compared to her mood at the moment.

Why do these men always take the initiative?

The so-called "surprise" was nothing more than a fright that only added to her troubles.

—Who would want to see either of them during their rare time off?

——Who would want the quiet moment of taking a walk alone after work to be interrupted by a so-called "chance encounter"?

It has been said countless times that she does not need this unnecessary "care" or excessive companionship.

But every time she had less than two days of peace, they would appear in her life again for various reasons.

Lu Xingyi's behavior this time seems to confirm this trend.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Song Yuesheng bit her lower lip unconsciously and paced back and forth in the living room.

Maybe...she was wrong.

I shouldn't have involved Lu Xingyi. Wouldn't this just cause her more trouble?

There were footsteps behind me.

Song Yuesheng quickly adjusted his expression and turned around, only to see that Lu Xingyi had already changed into the bathrobe provided by the hotel.

The slightly wet black hair was messily draped over her forehead, and water droplets slid down her neck into her collar.

She pointed to the dining table and said, "The hangover soup is in the thermos. The pot and ingredients are all newly bought. It may not be as good as what I cook at home. You can just make do with it for now."

After a pause, he added: "If you still feel uncomfortable, I will go to the hospital with you later."

She looked at the paper bag next to her: "That's the breakfast I bought downstairs, you can make do with it."

Lu Xingyi's knuckles were clenched until they turned white, and his joints were bluish-white.

Her businesslike attitude was like a blunt knife, slowly grinding at his heart.

The aroma of the hangover soup wafted in the air, but it couldn't dispel the stuffiness in his chest.

He strode forward, and his shadow cast over Song Yuesheng who was sitting on the sofa.

"Song Yuesheng," Lu Xingyi said in a low voice, hoarse from a hangover, "You treat me like this..." His Adam's apple rolled, "Isn't it too much..."

Song Yuesheng frowned and looked up, the sunlight cast tiny shadows on her eyelashes.

"I've made you some hangover soup and bought you breakfast." She put down the coffee cup, and the porcelain clinked against the glass tabletop, making a crisp sound. "Is that too much?"

The corners of her lips curled up in a sarcastic arc, "If you were really too much, I should have let you fall to the corridor and die last night."

Lu Xingyi suddenly chuckled and pinched her chin with his slender fingers.

His thumb gently stroked her delicate skin, but his eyes were dark and unclear: "Your boyfriend..." He bit each word very hard, "Does he know that you took in other men overnight?"

Song Yuesheng met his gaze, her dark pupils as calm as a pool of deep water.

"I never said..." She blinked slowly, "I'm a good person."

"Yeah," Lu Xingyi let go of her hand and pulled the corner of his mouth in self-mockery, "You are like this..." The ending tone was so light that it sounded like a sigh, "Bad woman."

The air froze for a few seconds.

Song Yuesheng suddenly stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. The sunlight shone through the fabric, outlining her slender figure.

"Then..." She turned around, her expression unclear in the backlight, "The bad woman wants to cooperate with you. Do you want to cooperate?"

Lu Xingyi raised his eyebrows.

"Looking to me for resources? What are you going to give me..." When he raised his eyes, a dangerous light flashed in his eyes, "Equal contribution?"

"Snapped--"

Song Yuesheng slapped his outstretched hand away with neither too much nor too little force.

“It has nothing to do with resources.”

She stepped back, making sure she was in position to strike back at any time.

"I like my current job..." She unconsciously twisted her fingertips around the ends of her hair. "It doesn't require much brainpower."

The sunlight drew a dividing line on the floor, with the two people standing on each side.

"You promised to help me contain them last night," Song Yuesheng observed his expression, "Do you remember?"

Fragments of memory suddenly flashed back to me - under the dim light, her lips glistening with water, that vague "OK"...

Lu Xingyi's face suddenly changed.

He thought it was just drunken talk.

"Exactly..." His voice tightened, "How many men are around you?"

"Count you four." Song Yuesheng said frankly.

She needed him to hold the other three back, so there was no need to hide it.

The sunlight suddenly became dazzling.

"A lot of things happened in the past two years..." She lowered her eyes, and the shadows cast by her long eyelashes obscured the emotions in her eyes, "So I didn't think of it for a moment. About this... I'm sorry."

Lu Xingyi's breathing became heavy.

"But since you care about me..." Song Yuesheng raised his eyes, his gaze as clear as a pool of autumn water, "Help me to contain them and don't let them bother me casually."

She took a step forward and took the initiative to shorten the distance between them.

"I will treat you well..." Her fingertips gently stroked his collar and straightened his crooked collar, "But I may not be able to give you the love you want..."

The last few words were as light as feathers: "Think about it carefully."

Her breath was close at hand, with a faint scent of jasmine.

Lu Xingyi could see the curvature of her eyelashes and count the tiny hairs on her cheeks, but he could not see the emotions in her eyes.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the hustle and bustle of the city is isolated.

At this moment, the room was so quiet that one could hear each other's breathing.

"Four?"

It took Lu Xingyi a long time to find his voice, as if it was squeezed out from between his teeth, and a layer of ice instantly formed in the bottom of his eyes.

He looked at her as she calmly said this number, and his chest felt like it was hit hard by a blunt object.

How dare she?

How dare you take advantage of his feelings like this?

"Song Yuesheng." He spoke each word with great emphasis, as if he wanted to pour out all the resentment he had felt over the years. "Why do you think I should agree to your terms?"

The sunlight outside the window suddenly became dazzling, and Lu Xingyi saw her slightly narrowed eyes.

"Why do you think I'm obsessed with you?"

He took a step forward, his shadow completely covering her. "Are you too self-righteous?" He pinched her chin with his fingers, forcing her to look up. "Do you think that being a man means I should revolve around you?"

Song Yuesheng's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Oh." She suddenly smiled, her smile was dazzlingly beautiful, and pointed her finger at the door. "Go ahead." Her voice was light and fluttery. "Just pretend I didn't say anything."

She took a step back, and the sun fell on her face again: "Don't worry, if we meet on the set next time, I will pretend not to know you and will never pester you."

The four words "never get entangled" stabbed into Lu Xingyi's heart like a knife.

He knew too well that she could do what she said.

Isn't it the best proof that she has completely forgotten everything in the past five years?

Reason told Lu Xingyi that this was what the Shen family had created her for over fourteen years.

But the emotions surging in my chest corroded my internal organs like sulfuric acid.

He hated her nonchalant look, and hated himself even more for not being able to control his heartache even though he knew the reason.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Song Yuesheng had already changed into a beige knitted skirt, and was obviously stunned when she saw him still there.

This subtle expression completely broke down Lu Xingyi's defenses.

He pushed her against the wall, his palm resting behind her head.

The cool touch of the wallpaper came through the silk dress, mixing with the heat of his palms.

Song Yuesheng's back hit the wall with a dull sound. The collar of her sweater was tilted due to the movement, revealing half of her delicate collarbone.

"I need to see first..." His breath was hot, and his thumb brushed her lower lip heavily, "How are you going to 'be nice to me'."

Song Yuesheng was stunned for a second, then stood on tiptoe.

She pressed her lips against his and tangled her fingers into his hair with a movement that was heartbreakingly practiced.

Lu Xingyi didn't feel any joy at all.

How many men did she learn this from? How many people "taught" her this way?

The thought gnawed at his sanity like a poisonous snake.

What made him even more angry was her almost self-destructive attitude - it was obvious that she was the one who should be cherished the most, but it was as if this body was just a bargaining chip.

But the next second, a familiar burning sensation shot up my spine.

five years.

His skin hunger completely broke out at this moment.

The body is like a long-thirsty desert traveler who finally finds an oasis, and every cell is clamoring for more touch.

The string of reason snapped.

He wanted to rub her into his bones and blood, wanted to measure every inch of her skin with his lips, wanted to use his body temperature to smooth out all her disguises, and wanted to confirm in the morning light that every inch of this body belonged to him.

As he staggered into the bedroom, Song Yuesheng's lower back hit the bedside table. He swallowed the muffled groan into his mouth. The expensive bone china vase shook and rolled onto the carpet with a "thump".

The sunlight was blocked out by the heavy curtains, and the only sound in the dim space was the intertwining breathing.