Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

Chapter 492 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Writer 30

The most eye-catching scene was Jun Li Que being surrounded by fans asking for autographs, while Ran Cang secretly laughed behind him.

Sui Si reached out and turned off the screen, but caught a glimpse of the calendar on the unlock screen—today was the fifth anniversary of their studio's founding.

This realization made his breath catch in his throat. He rolled over and pinned Jun Sui beneath him, kissing his usually composed face with a desperate, all-or-nothing intensity.

"Five years."

He whispered between breaths, his fingertips tracing the corner of Jun Sui's eye.

Those dark circles from staying up all night revising the script, and the exhaustion from running around trying to attract investment, have now transformed into fine kiss marks on the skin.

Jun let out a muffled groan, and as he rolled over and pressed the person into the down pillow, a slight rustling sound was heard.

Moonlight streamed in through the gaps in the gauze curtains, gilding his sharply defined profile with a silver edge, making him look like a mecha warrior stepping through the Milky Way in the novel "A Glimmer of Hope".

He bit Sui Si's lower lip, which was red from panting, and caressed it carefully.

Sui Si suddenly tilted his head back, revealing his slender Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

Fireworks exploded behind the clouds outside the window, their orange-red light flickering through the gauze curtains on their overlapping skin.

Sui Si suddenly tightened her legs around Jun Sui's waist, her nails almost digging into his skin.

Jun Sui's kisses traveled down his sweaty collarbone, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing against silk.

"At the premiere, I so wanted to do it in front of everyone—"

His words were abruptly cut off by Sui Si's kiss that gripped the back of his head, their breaths mingling with the scent of desire.

As lust reached its peak, Sui Si heard sporadic fireworks outside the window, exploding into countless stardust in the night sky.

Sui Si's back arched into a fragile curve.

He bit down hard on Jun Sui's shoulder, tasting the salty, bitter sweat.

Jun Sui's palm slowly moved upward along his burning waistline, and as his fingertips brushed against the skin of his left shoulder, he would occasionally increase the pressure, causing Sui Si to suddenly tremble violently.

Sui Si gripped Jun Sui's arm tightly, her fingernails leaving crescent-shaped red marks on his skin.

Memories flashed by like a revolving lantern—the palace in the downpour, the campus piled high with manuscripts, trembling hands at the premiere, and the intertwined body temperatures at this moment.

"I love you."

These words were like a switch being flipped, and Jun Sui's kiss suddenly became fierce and scalding, turning all the unspoken vows into the most surging response between his lips and teeth.

The moonlight afterwards became exceptionally gentle.

Sui Si nestled in Jun Sui's arms, listening to the other's steady heartbeat, and suddenly remembered the source of the classic line from "A Glimmer of Hope in the Darkness of the Willows".

He reached for his phone on the bedside table and typed a new sentence in his notes app:

The most touching morning light is the first ray of light that seeps through the gap in the curtains when we are embracing.

When the sound of running water came from the bathroom, Sui Si wrapped himself in a blanket and walked to the French windows.

The city lights, blurred by the snow, create a colorful dream, while in the distance, electronic screens continue to play promotional videos for "A Glimmer of Hope Amidst the Darkness of the Willows."

He touched the condensation on the glass, drew two crooked little figures, and solemnly wrote next to them:

Our story is to be continued.

When the sound of water stopped, Junsui walked out wearing a bath towel, water droplets dripping from his hair sliding down his chest.

He wrapped his arms around Sui Si from behind, resting his chin on the other's shoulder: "What are you looking at?"

"Look at our future."

Sui Si turned and kissed him, the scent of jasmine mixed with the lingering aroma of her shower gel.

"For our next project... how about we make a romance film? Let's film two idiots who meet in a downpour and fall in love in the morning light."

Jun Sui chuckled and bit his earlobe: "Investors will say we're not doing our job properly."

"Then let's shut them up with our strength."

Sui Si suddenly pushed the person down onto the sofa. In the moonlight, the boy's eyes shone with an astonishing light. "Just like five years ago."

The snow outside the window has started falling again, gently covering this city that carries dreams and love.

On this night of fireworks and lights, two souls, in the gentle waves, reaffirmed that they are each other's most precious medals in life.

...............

The morning light, like melting gold leaf, wove fragmented gold patterns onto the gray-blue bedding through the gauze curtains.

Sui Si subconsciously rubbed against the heat source, but his palms felt cool instead.

The sheets beside me were no longer dented, and no trace of the body heat remained.

His eyelashes fluttered slightly, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Jun Sui's silhouette standing against the light.

The man leaned against the window, intently buttoning his shirt. The morning light outlined his slightly hunched back, and the ends of his hair still bore the damp marks of last night's lovemaking.

"woke up?"

As Jun turned around, the movement caused the fabric to rustle, and two pearl buttons slipped off, revealing a faint red bite mark below her collarbone, like a mark left by a rose thorn.

He raised his phone, the cold light of the screen reflecting the message sent by Ran Cang:

"Ran Cang said the breakfast is getting cold."

Before the words were finished, a dull thud came from downstairs, followed by Ran Cang's piercing scream:

"Jun Li Que, you've stepped on my litter box!"

Sui Si sat up abruptly, the blanket slipping down her shoulders to reveal scattered red marks on her collarbone.

He and Jun Sui exchanged a glance, and the photo of Jun Li Que being surrounded by fans on his phone last night suddenly flashed through his mind.

At that moment, fragmented conversations downstairs, mixed with the orange cat's ruffled hissing, drifted into my ears:

"Who gave you permission to sneak into my room in the middle of the night?"

"You were the one who messaged me saying you were scared."

"Then what's the meaning of you pressing on my stomach?"

The soft rustling of cat litter falling created an eerie symphony.

"Go downstairs now?"

Sui Si grabbed the crumpled pajamas and haphazardly put them on, the curled ends of her hair resembling a startled cat.

Jun Sui had already buttoned up the last button and reached out to smooth down his spiky hair, but his fingertips paused when they touched the back of his neck.

There were still teeth marks left by him when he lost control last night, their pale pink tinged with an ambiguous hue on his fair skin.

The wooden stairs creaked softly underfoot. As the two descended the stairs, they bumped into Ran Cang, who was wearing dinosaur pajamas and standing at the kitchen door, holding a frizzy orange cat in his arms. His hair was so messy it looked like it had been through a typhoon.

Jun Lique leaned against the refrigerator, the third button of his white shirt missing, and a suspicious red mark winding around his neck, like the mark of a rose vine.

"Morning."

Ran Cang suddenly revealed a meaningful smile, cracking the egg into the frying pan with extra force, the yolk sizzling in the hot oil.

"Last night's celebration banquet was truly... memorable."

Jun Li Que choked suddenly, reaching for the milk beside him, but accidentally knocked over the tomatoes on the cutting board.

The bright red juice, like splashed paint, splattered onto the slippers that Sui Si had just put on.

Sui Si stared at the mess on the ground, then at Jun Li Que's crooked tie, and suddenly remembered a drunken morning five years ago.

That's how I saw Ran Cang adding chili sauce to Jun Sui's coffee at the studio.

History always repeats itself, only this time the protagonist is my own younger brother.

The composed boy who always followed behind Jun Sui in my memory is now frantically wiping the milk stains off his shirt, his ears burning red.

"Do you need help?"

Jun bent down to pick up the tomato, while Ran Cang asked a strange question:

"There was only a coat at the door. I thought you weren't home and had gone out to play and weren't coming back!"

These words were like water droplets thrown into hot oil, instantly causing Sui Si's ear tips to throb with blood.

He frantically grabbed a loaf of toast from the table and stuffed it into his mouth, only realizing he'd forgotten to unwrap it when the plastic of the wrapper hurt him.

"Bro, are you eating paper?"

Ran Cang swiftly ripped the packaging off his mouth. "So eager to eat? Are you hungry?"

Before he could finish speaking, Jun Sui had already collapsed by the stove with a half-smile. The orange cat seized the opportunity to jump onto the dining table, and with a sweep of its fluffy tail, smashed the fried egg to pieces.

"A-Ju?!"

"you are done?!"

"You naughty kitty, you're not well-behaved at all?!"

The egg yolk spilled onto the wooden table, like a spilled sunset.

Sui Si watched as Jun Li Que frantically cleaned up the mess, while Ran Cang held up his phone to record the chaotic scene, muttering to himself:

"I'm going to record this and demand compensation for emotional distress from your owner! I'm so angry!"