Chapter 602: 408
Mou Keyan and the man took the elevator up together and arrived at the hotel room provided by the show crew.
Since it’s meant for the contestants to stay for a few days, they booked a suite.
The room was tidily arranged, with scarcely any signs of life besides a few books stacked on the outer table and the used water cup.
Lu Jincheng walked into the bedroom; the bed and clothes were neatly folded, and a few garments were orderly arranged in the wardrobe.
Among them, the man saw the blue dress specially selected for Mou Keyan at the Carnival.
Miao Miao had kept it very well, carefully placing it in the corner of the wardrobe along with the matching high heels in the same color.
An unusually cold emotion infiltrated the room.
He could feel that Mou Keyan lived here in a certain dry and mechanical manner.
In just five minutes, she could pack everything.
And then move out from here, leaving only her faint scent behind.
Yes, her scent was the only trace of vitality felt here.
"How did going out to gain a little fame suddenly turn into OCD?"
Lu Jincheng asked.
He found the state of the room peculiar.
After all, they had lived together for quite a time at Jiangnan Garden’s small nest, and he knew well what habits the senior usually had.
"...24 hours facing the camera, I’m used to carrying the idol burden."
Mou Keyan smiled with pursed lips and lowered her head.
"These few days in Star City, I knew there wasn’t continuous filming, but I still can’t change it back suddenly."
"Tsk tsk tsk..."
The man didn’t continue to question further, instead directly unbuttoning and tossing the jacket aside.
He spread his arms, beckoned towards Mou Keyan.
"You’ve definitely changed, big star."
"I have not!"
Mou Keyan immediately jumped up from the sofa, ignoring the revealing dress and the slippers kicked somewhere, ran barefoot to the door.
She hugged the man’s neck, jumped into his arms, legs wrapped around his waist, her delicate feet swaying lightly.
"How have you not?"
Lu Jincheng’s hands passed under Mou Keyan’s armpits, steadily embracing the newly crowned champion.
His gaze smoothly shifted to another angle.
Mou Keyan had been practicing dance for years; her toes were longer and finer, neatly lined up from the big toe, painted with bright red nail polish, the foot’s arch not as pale as the rest of her body but with visible veins.
"Tell me, how have I changed?"
"From head to toe you’ve acquired the idol burden, and still say you haven’t changed."
Lu Jincheng restrained the wandering thoughts in his heart, smiling and raising an eyebrow at the senior.
"I’m not some big star!"
"Even if I were to become a big star in the future, I’d still only be yours..."
Floating mid-air, Mou Keyan’s voice inevitably turned coquettish.
It was different from her usual speaking voice.
Mostly nasal, cuter than the hums she made when being coy, making one’s heart tingle.
"Whose only what?"
Lu Jincheng blinked, pinching Mou Keyan’s exquisite chin.
He always felt that in his encouragement, the senior gained an extra charm after her overnight fame.
This feeling is called the confidence nourished by social value.
Mou Keyan raised her head to look at Lu Jincheng, her pupils blurred, as if a pool of autumn water melted into her brows.
"Little~dog~"
She tilted her head, eyelashes lightly fluttering, cherry lips parted, whispered two words into the man’s ear.
"..."
Lu Jincheng’s lips curled, satisfied.
She had changed, yet she hadn’t.
At least before him, this captivating yet contrasting charm hadn’t changed at all.
After so long apart, his heart was like a galloping horse across a vast prairie.
He extended his other large, well-defined hand, silently grasping Mou Keyan’s neck.
The bed’s edge sank.
....
Mou Keyan only remembered crying, shouting, and struggling.
The tears at the corner of her eyes nowhere to be found.
Was it happiness?
That word, once said, felt like a magic spell opening Pandora’s box between them, bringing new experiences.
Was it resistance?
Yet still wanting to continue.
Just unconsciously standing by the vending machine, dropping a coin, watching the machine shake a bit, and then an ice-cold cola fell out.
You mentioned wanting to lose weight recently.
Cola has too much sugar, bad for the body.
But the sun blazes fiercely overhead.
You gave in, pulling the tab.
"Hiss."
The instant shot of exhilaration was indescribable, only one word suffices.
Satisfying.
Will you refuse the ice cola next time?
With choices, perhaps, as long as safety and health are considered.
But what if there’s no choice?
The body, defying reason, willingly accepted that unforgettable bliss.
Or perhaps punishment.
Someone gently grazed Mou Keyan’s sole.
Despite having just cried, not wanting to laugh, she couldn’t help wriggling her fair toes.
She tearily curled back into Lu Jincheng’s embrace.
His previous stern demeanor vanished, becoming soft and inviting, his expression and actions captivating and indulgent.
...
After bathing, Mou Keyan leaned against Lu Jincheng, still with damp hair.
Her hands moved, this future star of tomorrow, at this moment was massaging the man’s body.
The increasingly clear pain between muscles and joints suddenly sparked curiosity in Lu Jincheng.
"You’ve really learned quite a bit from Tingting, haven’t you?"