After the divorce, my ex-husband's cousin tricked me into getting a marriage certificate.

She ran into the house in a disheveled state, quickly closing the door behind her, her heart pounding in her throat.

She leaned against the door, raised her right hand and touched her lips, which were still warm. Qi Muci had left a faint minty scent on them.

Recalling what had just happened, she felt it was amazing; she realized that kissing was such a wonderful feeling.

It can activate her adrenaline, making her feel happy.

Unfortunately, she had little experience, and Qi Muci didn't seem to have much experience either; she could sense his tension and awkwardness.

It's funny, they're thirty and twenty-five respectively.

If you get married early, your kids are already old enough to run errands; some people become grandparents before they're even forty.

Outside the door, Qi Muci stood there, feeling regretful. He shouldn't have been so impulsive. He wondered if he had scared Qiao Ran or made her feel disgusted.

He didn't know why he had inexplicably kissed her.

Everything seemed to be out of his control.

He wanted to apologize to Qiao Ran, but then he lowered his hand. Should he give her some time to process this?

He had never felt so flustered before; his back was already covered in sweat.

Why don't you come back tomorrow to apologize with a bundle of thorns on your back?

……

Both of them couldn't sleep that night.

As soon as Qiao Ran closed her eyes, all she could think of was the image of Qi Muci kissing her, and the burning heat emanating from his body.

It drove her crazy.

Finally, she got up and tried to read the script, but she couldn't concentrate on it at all.

She had never experienced anything like this before and really didn't know what to do.

It would be great if someone with experience could help her analyze the situation.

After thinking about it for a while, she decided to tell Zhao Mengmeng.

Zhao Mengmeng was lying in bed playing games when she saw Qiao Ran come in and asked in surprise, "Oh, you're still not asleep? I thought you were already asleep. What's wrong? Can't you sleep?"

Qiao Ran walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, looking at Zhao Mengmeng very seriously: "I have something very important to tell you."

Seeing Qiao Ran's expression, Zhao Mengmeng assumed she was in trouble, so she decisively quit the game, put down her phone, and focused on watching her sister.

Zhao Mengmeng: "Okay, go ahead, I'm listening."

Qiao Ran pursed her lips, somewhat hesitant to speak, "Um, if a man suddenly kisses you, what does that mean?"

Zhao Mengmeng immediately realized, "Oh my god, Qi Ge kissed you? When? Was it when you saw him off? I knew it, why did it take you so long to see someone off?"

"How was it? Was Qi-ge's kissing skill good?"

Qiao Ran's face burned, and her delicate brows furrowed. "How did you guess so right away? Can you help me analyze what Brother Qi really meant? Why did he suddenly kiss me?"

Zhao Mengmeng raised her hand and poked Qiao Ran's temple. "My God, you've been married for a long time, and I've never even been in a relationship. I understand this, but you don't? Can't you really see it?"

Qiao Ran: "What did you figure out?"

Zhao Mengmeng: "It's just that Brother Qi likes you. Have you ever seen him so attentive to any other woman? The frequency with which he's been at my house in just these few days, isn't that enough to prove it?"

Qiao Ran bit her lip. "I have thought about it, but I think it's unlikely. My status is not on the same level as his. He is a movie star, and I am just a washed-up actress."

Zhao Mengmeng felt so hurt. "Please, even if you're past your prime, you were still a child star who was famous all over the country. I was never famous. Let me tell you, if I go out shopping now, not many people would recognize me."

"Besides, when it comes to feelings, it's all about whether you feel good about it. Tell me the truth first, how do you feel about Qi Ge? Do you like him?"

Qiao Ran didn't know how to describe her complicated feelings for Qi Mu Ci.

"Well, I used to really like him. I felt like he was an older brother, and I felt very relaxed around him."

“I don’t need to worry too much. You know, people in this industry all wear masks, but I think Brother Qi is very genuine.”

Zhao Mengmeng frowned. "Let me ask you a different question. Between Qi Ge and Lin Mengchuan, who do you like? If you had to choose one and both of you were locked up on a small island, would you choose Qi Ge or Lin Mengchuan?"

"Of course it's Brother Qi. I feel disgusted just thinking about Lin Mengchuan," Qiao Ran replied without hesitation.

Zhao Mengmeng gave Qiao Ran a meaningful smile and said, "Actually, you like Brother Qi. Maybe you've liked him before, but you just didn't realize it. Let me change the subject. When Brother Qi kisses you, do you resist? Do you hate it?"

Qiao Ran lowered her head shyly and shook it slightly.

Zhao Mengmeng clapped her hands, "Not resisting means you like him, which means your body likes Brother Qi, and Brother Qi likes you too. Ranran, be bold and love him, this is the true love in your life."

Qiao Ran frowned even more. "But I'm really afraid it will affect Brother Qi's image."

Zhao Mengmeng: "Oh my, if Brother Qi isn't afraid, what are you afraid of?"

Qiao Ran was still hesitant. What if Qi Mu Ci's fans objected if their relationship was exposed?

Since his debut, Qi Muci has never been involved in any scandals, and most of his fans are female.

Many male actors of this type lose a lot of fans after announcing their relationships.

Therefore, in order to maintain the perfect image of their artists, management companies will prohibit them from dating or require them to keep their marriages secret.

Qi Muci has one advantage over other artists: he is his own boss.

She tossed and turned all night, sleeping fitfully. Qiao Ran got up at five o'clock, changed into her yoga clothes, and went to the living room to practice yoga.

Zhao Mengmeng got up at six o'clock to prepare for her appearances, when she was startled to see someone doing a handstand in the living room.

"Ranran, what are you doing? Why are you curled up so much? Getting up so early to do yoga, are you preparing for starting filming next week? You're already so thin, you don't need to curl up like this anymore, do you?" Zhao Mengmeng felt pressured.

Qiao Ran put her feet down and stood up. "I've gotten used to waking up early these past two years. Go brush your teeth and wash your face. I'll make you some coffee. How about a sandwich for breakfast? And a vegetable salad?"

Zhao Mengmeng hugged Qiao Ran, who was passing by, and said coquettishly, "I love you so much. You shouldn't date. I'm afraid Brother Qi will ask you to move to his house, and then no one will make breakfast for me."

Qiao Ran pushed Zhao Mengmeng away, "Talking nonsense so early in the morning. She hasn't even confessed to me."

Zhao Mengmeng: "We've already kissed, how else can I confess my feelings?"

Qiao Ran: "According to you, some countries' etiquette is just kissing. What does that even mean?"

Zhao Mengmeng: "But our country is different."

"I'm not going to argue with you anymore. I'm going to make breakfast. You go brush your teeth and wash your face." Qiao Ran walked to the kitchen.

Zhao Mengmeng went to the restroom and, while brushing her teeth, wondered whether she should help her best friend.

Qiao Ran is very cautious, which is largely due to her family background.

Unless Qi Muci makes things clear and expresses his feelings properly, Qiao Ran won't be able to change his mind.

This stone is really worrying.

After brushing her teeth and washing her face, Zhao Mengmeng returned to her bedroom, picked up her phone, and opened Qi Muchi's chat window to type.

Zhao Mengmeng: "Brother Qi, good morning. I have a question I'd like to ask you. Do you like our Ranran? In a romantic way?"