bayedsolid Chapter 479 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Writer 17
Chapter 479 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Writer 17
"Who wants you... Ugh!"
Sui Si's rebuttal was suddenly dispelled by a tingling sensation.
Jun Sui's fingertips seemed to carry magic, pressing precisely on every sore muscle knot, slowly moving upwards along the spine from the lower back, then to the stiff shoulders and aching arms.
Warm palms caressed through the pajamas, gradually easing the pain trapped between the muscles.
Sui Si bit his lip, trying not to make a sound, but as the massage deepened, his tense body gradually relaxed, and he couldn't help but hum softly, the last sound of which was as soft and drawn out as a kitten's.
"Are you still angry?"
Jun Sui leaned down and placed a kiss on his sweaty hair, the scent of cedar shower gel mingling with his body heat enveloping him.
"Breakfast is warm in the insulated box. I ordered shrimp wontons and brown sugar glutinous rice cakes for you."
"I'll give my little one a rose petal bath later; I guarantee it'll keep him jumping around happily."
His thumb unconsciously caressed Sui Si's reddened earlobe, his voice low and husky, almost honey-sweet.
Sui Si snorted, still pouting and turning his face away, but his body betrayed him, unconsciously rubbing against the heat source.
The pain in my lower back was gently relieved, replaced by a tingling, warm sensation.
Seeing this, Jun Sui lightened the pressure on his hands, slowly circling his palm against his side, and suddenly whispered in his ear:
"I still remember how my baby looked in that outfit last night..."
"Shut up!"
Sui Si's face instantly turned bright red. She turned around and covered Jun Sui's mouth with a pillow, but the other party laughed and bit her fingertip.
A tingling sensation shot up his head along his nerves. He frantically tried to pull his hand away, but Jun Sui grabbed his wrist and pressed him back onto the pillow.
Their noses touched, their breaths mingled, and the afterglow of the setting sun tinged Jun Sui's eyelashes with gold. The deep affection in his eyes was almost overwhelming.
"Are you really not angry anymore?"
Jun Sui gently sucked on his lower lip, her breath hot against Sui Si's flushed cheeks as she spoke.
"I'll take you to try that newly opened Huaiyang cuisine restaurant tonight."
Order a bowl of Wensi Tofu Soup, and a steamed lion's head meatball. Enjoy it slowly with rice wine, and then you can go ahead and "lecture" me, okay?
His fingers slid down to Sui Si's waist and tickled him lightly, making Sui Si laugh and twist to avoid it.
"Who's going to bully you...?"
Sui Si was panting, with tears welling up in the corners of her eyes from laughing.
My aching body was filled with love, and all my grievances turned into tenderness in my heart.
As the setting sun gradually sank below the window, it cast long shadows of the two of them. In the dappled light and shadow, only soft laughter and tender whispers remained.
In the days that followed, Sui Si and Jun Sui were enveloped in sweetness, even their breath was filled with sweetness.
As the morning sun climbed onto the windowsill, their intertwined fingertips gently clasped together in the morning light.
The moonlight streamed into the room late at night, and a long, tender kiss always melted away the weariness.
In their free time, the two would snuggle on the soft sofa, the light and shadow of old movies dappling and swaying on the wall.
Jun would secretly stuff peeled mangosteens into Sui Si's mouth, in return for being fed popcorn.
Occasionally, popcorn would mischievously roll onto the carpet, making the two of them burst into laughter.
Time flowed slowly amidst the aroma of coffee and the light and shadow of film, until the project progress bar pierced the languid atmosphere.
Sui Si's studio is filled with the aroma of cold brew coffee and cedarwood incense. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, spring rain patters against the glass, shutting out the hustle and bustle of the city.
When Ran Cang burst through the glass door carrying a stack of scripts, he happened to see Jun Sui kneeling down to tie Sui Si's loose shoelaces.
Ran Cang clearly saw Jun Sui's fingertips linger on the other's ankle for half a second longer, his eyes filled with tenderness and longing.
"Hey, it's still sticky!"
Ran Cang slammed the script onto the conference table, the metal rings clanging together with a crisp sound.
"These two busy people have finally decided to get back to business; the investors have been urging them eight hundred times."
She casually pulled over a swivel chair, crossed her long legs, and her white sneakers gleamed coldly under the light. Her eyes behind her glasses held a hint of mockery.
Sui Si's ears burned, and she kicked Jun Sui's knee:
"Aren't you getting up? Do you think you're some loyal, devoted dog accessory?"
But Jun Sui pulled her onto his lap, supporting her firmly from behind, completely unconcerned about the stares of others.
Ran Cang whistled, took out a strawberry-flavored hard candy, popped it into his mouth, and mumbled:
"Alright, alright, let's put away the dog food and go over the storyboard for Act 3 first."
The three quickly got to work. Ran Cang pointed at the projection screen with a laser pointer, his professional analysis interspersed with hearty laughter.
Whenever Sui Si suddenly came up with a novel idea, Ran Cang's eyes would light up, and he would excitedly slap the table in agreement. The two of them would chatter back and forth, their thoughts constantly colliding.
Jun Sui leaned back on the sofa and listened quietly, but his eyes kept following Sui Si's gesticulating figure.
He lingered for a moment on the other person's flushed face from the argument, then casually looked away, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.
As Ran Cang got up to get more water, Jun Sui suddenly called out to her.
The moment the glass door closed behind him, he pulled his phone out of his suit pocket and quickly swiped his long, slender fingers across the screen.
Ran Cang stared at the five-figure sum in the account notification, his amber pupils suddenly contracting.
"??? Why are you transferring money to me? Don't drag me into money laundering!"
Jun chuckled softly, his voice possessing a captivating magnetism:
"It's just giving my sensible younger sister some pocket money."
He glanced at Sui Si, who was engrossed in revising the script, and continued, "He looked great in the outfit you gave him last time; it suited him very well."
I've been wanting to thank you for a while, and this finally puts my mind at ease.
Ran Cang suddenly realized, raised an eyebrow and nudged his shoulder:
"So that's what it was about. I thought you were going to bribe me to keep me quiet. But seriously,"
She lowered her voice, her gaze behind her glasses revealing a cunning glint.
"My brother may look fierce on the surface, but he's actually just a prickly little cat. You'd better..."
"I know."
Jun Sui's gaze was so gentle it could melt hearts, falling on the person not far away who was diligently marking the script.
"All his sharpness is a protective shield he has to wear because he has experienced too much."
He paused, then pulled a gold-embossed business card from his wallet and pushed it over, saying, "Next time you encounter a difficult business partner, just mention my name."
Ran Cang took the business card, examined it for a moment, and suddenly burst out laughing:
"Okay, a classic domineering CEO protecting his wife scene? But seriously,"
She put away her joking expression and said seriously, "I heard that he used to work on scripts until he had a stomach hemorrhage but he still endured it. You should keep an eye on him."
Sometimes when he gets stubborn, nothing can change his mind.
Although the two were speaking in hushed tones, Sui Si, with his keen senses, still managed to catch their conversation.
He looked up suspiciously, just in time to see Jun Sui turn his gaze away, while Ran Cang raised an eyebrow at him and gave him a "don't worry" gesture.
Sui Si frowned, biting his pen: "What are you all whispering about? Are you plotting how to exploit me?"
Jun Sui got up and walked behind him, her slender fingers smoothing away his furrowed brows:
"We're discussing how to nourish our top screenwriter, since someone said last night they wanted to eat crab roe xiaolongbao."
Before he could finish speaking, his fingertips suddenly tickled his sensitive lower back, causing Sui Si to jump up and crash into his arms, scattering the script all over the floor.
Seeing this, Ran Cang pretended to cover his eyes and said, "Alright, alright, I'll leave now, you guys continue!"
But as she turned around, she secretly snapped a picture of the two laughing together, captioned it "People in love really do have zero IQ," and sent it to the work group, instantly receiving a screen full of gossipy emojis.
The rain outside the window had stopped sometime earlier, and dusk seeped into the studio, casting long shadows of the three people.
Sui Si bent down to tidy up the scattered scripts, muttering "You just know how to bully me," but he didn't notice Jun Sui quietly slipping a throat lozenge into his pocket.
Ran Cang, looking at the concert ticket information he had just received on his phone, silently changed his plan to "exploit the boss" to "arrange a rendezvous," while a mischievous smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
……
The morning light, like gold leaf cut into thin strips, filtered through the gaps in the studio's blinds, casting neat shadows on the script paper spread out in a neat pattern.