【I never expected Ming Shu to be so good at drawing, she really looks the part】
【She just wiped her face with a towel, no makeup?! Damn, female celebrities have such great skin, that natural creamy complexion is enviable】
【Not all female celebrities have good skin though…】
【She stole Lu Shiyu’s spotlight and even made him carry her, Ming Shu really knows how to stir things up】
【Seems like Ming Shu was the one running around sweating to find the keys, isn’t she tired? What’s wrong with letting her husband carry her a bit, why criticize that?】
After Ming Shu obtained two keys, the production crew finally had a conscience and sent a car to take them to their accommodation.
The air conditioning in the car was blowing noisily, feeling incredibly refreshing.
Lu Shiyu frowned slightly and said, “It’s a bit cold, could you please lower the air conditioning?”
Driver: “Sure.”
Ming Shu: “But I’m hot.”
Lu Shiyu held her small hand, pressing his thumb into her soft, pale palm, giving her a look that said if she didn’t behave, he’d teach her a lesson tonight.
He took a towel and wiped the sweat from Ming Shu’s face. He hadn’t sprayed perfume on her today, but her scent was still so fragrant, a faint, delicate fragrance lingering around his nose. The man’s Adam’s apple involuntarily bobbed, his gaze gradually deepening and darkening. When he met her eyes, the smile in his eyes was gentle and faint.
Never trust an actor whose acting skills are divine—too good at pretending, too good at deceiving his wife.
Ming Shu: “Now that we have two keys, after we choose a room, we can give the remaining one to someone else.”
Lu Shiyu responded softly with a low hum.
He lowered his head, his thin lips slightly pursed, his handsome profile looking somewhat pale and weak, as if he wasn’t feeling well.
Ming Shu: “Are you uncomfortable?”
Lu Shiyu: “A little.”
Ming Shu glanced at his abdomen. Although the wound had scabbed over, it probably still hurt.
She softened her voice to comfort him: “You’ve been running around for half the day, you must be tired. We’ll be able to rest soon.”
Lu Shiyu was indeed in pain, but not in his abdomen.
He wanted to kiss his sweet, fragrant wife, but could only grit his teeth and suppress the urge, not wanting others to see her shy and charming appearance, so he had to hold back. Hmm… if he couldn’t kiss her in public, he could at least sniff the towel she had used, the lingering scent on it was so fragrant.
Ming Shu caught his movement out of the corner of her eye, her face flushing slightly as she pretended nothing was wrong and tugged at the towel in his hand.
What was he doing?!
Lu Shiyu felt secretly aggrieved, his jade-like fingers gripping the towel tightly, and while she wasn’t paying attention, he sniffed it again.
So fragrant, he was almost intoxicated by his wife’s scent.
【Oh my… Lu Shiyu is so delicate…】
【Damn! So I’m not the only one who thinks so!】
【From what we’ve seen so far, Ming Shu isn’t that bad】
Despite such a sweet scene, not a single comment thought they were sweet. If Ming Shu saw this, she’d probably question her life.
The car soon arrived at the accommodation, a refined little villa.
It had two floors, with an attic at the very top.
Li Ye: “This will be your home for the next week. The password for the main door is 001122. The keys in your hands are room keys.”
Ming Shu: !
“Room keys? What if both keys are for small rooms?”
Li Ye chuckled unkindly: “Then I can only wish you good luck.”
The post-production added a lightning effect to Ming Shu.
Ming Shu looked at Lu Shiyu pleadingly, her pearly teeth biting her plump red lips, her fox-like eyes filled with heartbreak from being deceived.
Lu Shiyu: “Do you have a floor plan?”
Li Ye: “…Yes, you’ll have to find it yourselves.”
Originally, he had planned to wait until they chose their rooms before telling them there was a floor plan to check the room sizes, to tease the guests and add some laughs to the variety show. Who knew this couple would completely defy expectations.
【Hahaha Lu Shiyu is so smart! Quick thinking, he actually thought of that!】
【I think it’s a bit sweet?】
【Sweet my foot! Ming Shu is too opportunistic. If she has the ability, she should win the big room herself!】
【What’s wrong with wanting a big room? Should she give the big room to others and live in a small one herself? Then you’d call her hypocritical, wouldn’t you?】
Ming Shu’s luck was good. The two keys opened rooms of 20 square meters and 15 square meters respectively, with the 20-square-meter room being the largest among the four.
She examined the room, rubbing her chin thoughtfully, and asked, “Husband, among the three male guests, who are you closest to?”
Lu Shiyu covered the camera in the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed, and patted his thigh.
Ming Shu’s eyes darted around, then she shook her head.
Lu Shiyu narrowed his eyes. His patience had reached its limit, as if suffering from touch starvation. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his embrace. Before she could react, a fierce, suffocating kiss overwhelmed her. Her sweet, soft mouth was captured by the man, unable to make a sound.
He kissed her too urgently, nearly biting her lip. After easing his restless desire, the man gently licked her plump lips, affectionate and tender, as if the wild and ruthless man from moments ago wasn’t him.
No one should bully her like this. Ming Shu struggled to get up but was silenced by the man’s hand. Hot, possessive kisses fell on her soft, fair neck and collarbone.
The possessive, obsessive man was utterly unreasonable. His eyes darkened with jealousy. Why couldn’t she just stay obediently in his arms? If she didn’t want his kisses, whose did she want? Zhou Yichen’s?
Footsteps echoed in the hallway—likely the cameraman coming to film their scene.
Ming Shu felt like crying but had no tears. Looking into Lu Shiyu’s cool, indifferent gaze, she didn’t know what she had done to provoke him. Her waist trembled softly; without his hand supporting her, she would have melted into a puddle. She kissed his chin with her soft lips, calling him “husband” in a sweet, coquettish voice, saying she didn’t want to embarrass herself on camera.
“So obedient.”
Lu Shiyu chased away the cameraman. While Ming Shu was showering, he began unpacking.
First, he picked out an outfit for Ming Shu to wear later, then hung her clothes in the closet. Her water bottle, snacks, and skincare products also needed to be organized. More than half of his own suitcase was filled with Ming Shu’s belongings. The villa provided bedsheets and towels, but her skin was delicate, so he had brought two sets from home for her to alternate.
Ming Shu was preoccupied with the remaining key. She rushed through her shower, hastily wrapped herself in a towel, and hurried out—only to slip and fall in the bathroom…
The bathroom floor at home was slip-resistant. Lu Shiyu had worried his delicate wife might fall and had prepared for everything, but this small villa wasn’t as comfortable as the safe haven he had created for Ming Shu.
Her knees, mostly bone, were bruised purple. The pain made Ming Shu grimace, her expression uncontrollable.
“Lu Shiyu, husband… help!”
“Baby?”
Hearing the noise from the bathroom, Lu Shiyu rushed in and immediately pulled her into his arms. Glancing at her bleeding wound, he felt both angry and anxious.
“Does it hurt?”
“N-not too much. I can bear it.”
Lu Shiyu was so furious he wanted to spank her.
He had reminded her earlier to be careful—the bathroom floor was a bit slippery—but it seemed she hadn’t taken it to heart. When he offered to help her bathe, she had resisted as if guarding against a thief, refusing outright. Now that she had fallen, she still stubbornly claimed it didn’t hurt. She really knew how to infuriate him.
“Ming Shu, you’re just trying to upset me. If you won’t take care of yourself, I’ll be the one who suffers.”