"As you wished before, I told you already. I'm thirty years old. Dating isn't just about satisfying a girl's admiration for celebrities, but truly developing this relationship."
Cheng Zhirang spoke softly beside her ear, his palm pressed against her shoulder blade, the warmth passed through the fabric to her body, making her tense up.
"Any regrets?" he asked.
Mu Qiu buried herself in his arms, rubbed against his clothes, and shook her head.
"It's just the start; even if I regret, it shouldn't be this quick." She mumbled quietly.
Cheng Zhirang laughed, his chest vibrating, making the tips of her ears feel all tingly and numb.
"Stop laughing, Brother Cheng."
"Hmm? Why?" He indeed stopped laughing but seemed puzzled; suddenly being told to stop laughing—could it be that his laughter is unpleasant?
"You're too close, and your laughter sounds too nice."
It's easy to foster wicked thoughts.
Cheng Zhirang froze for a moment, then laughed heartily.
——
In the studio.
