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

Would you like some soup?

The waiter, noticing the pot was almost empty, politely inquired.

Sui Si was then startled to realize that time had passed. When her phone screen lit up, the profile pictures of her newly added WeChat friends were quietly flashing in the list.

He looked at the message Gu Yichen sent: "I'll be bothering Si-ge often, remember to check out my new storyboard!"

A smile unconsciously crept onto his face as he looked at the chat box: "No need, thank you."

Turning to look at Jun Sui, she said, "It's time to go. I'm a little tired."

Jun Sui stood up nimbly and pulled out a chair for Sui Si.

The metal chair legs scraped against the floor with a faint sound, a familiar and insignificant detail in the bustling hot pot restaurant.

"Let's invite them and those two clowns to dinner next time,"

He took the coat from Sui Si draped over the back of the chair, and deliberately paused for half a second as his fingertips brushed against the other man's hand.

"Although Mu Shang is not talkative, his cooking skills are surprisingly good. Gu Yichen, that little foodie, will definitely like it."

Pushing open the glass door of the hot pot restaurant, the night sky rushed in like spilled ink.

Sui Si subconsciously raised his hand to shield his eyes from the glaring light of the streetlight, but before he knew it, Jun Sui had casually placed his arm on his shoulder.

The warmth of the touch seeped through the cotton shirt, spreading a gentle warmth in the spring night breeze.

The shadows of the two intertwined were elongated by the streetlights, swaying gently in arcs on the damp cobblestones, occasionally crushed by passing pedestrians, only to quickly reassemble themselves.

"you say,"

Suddenly, Sui Si kicked away a piece of peeling sycamore bark at his feet, and the bits of bark rolled into the drainage ditch.

"Are some people's encounters already written in the script of fate?"

He looked up at the night sky, where Orion's belt was faintly visible among the clouds.

In a daze, I recalled the two chibi-style characters fighting side by side in Gu Yichen's comics, and the blush that appeared on the tips of Mu Shang's ears when he lowered his head to hide his smile.

The night breeze carried the aroma of cumin from the barbecue stalls, subtly overlapping with the smell of gunpowder outside the battlefield tents from many years ago.

Jun Sui did not answer immediately, but instead looked down at Sui Si's eyes, which were tinged with amber by the streetlights.

His eyelashes cast delicate shadows under his eyes, much like the way the moonlight fell on his face when they were keeping watch at the field hospital.

In the silence, the hand on Sui Si's shoulder tightened quietly, and they could feel each other's accelerated heartbeats even through the fabric.

The sound of clinking glasses drifted from a roadside food stall, the sign of a convenience store flickered in the night, and the intro to an old song drifting from a music store suddenly seemed to freeze time for a moment.

"maybe."

Jun Sui finally spoke, his voice so low that only the two of them could hear him.

The evening breeze ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead, carrying the coolness unique to the night, but it was completely dispelled by the warmth emanating from the person beside him.

Two figures walking side by side gradually blended into the neon-lit street, one streetlight after another going out behind them, only their palms touching, burning hotter than the starry river of a summer night.

The motion-sensor lights in the hallway flickered on and off with their dragging footsteps, emitting the distinctive hum of electrical appliances.

Sui Si's fingertips, still carrying the chill of the spring night, reached for the key. The instant the metal key slid into the lock, Jun Sui's warm breath brushed against the back of her neck.

"Slow down, don't snag your nails."

The warm yellow nightlight in the entryway turned on, casting long, overlapping shadows of the two people, creating an intertwined silhouette on the beige wall.

The air was filled with damp moisture, mixed with the spicy aroma of star anise and cinnamon from the hot pot broth, and the faint scent of jasmine shower gel emanating from Jun Sui's body.

"Go take a shower, your hair is stuck to your forehead."

As Sui Si turned around, her fingertips touched Jun Sui's sweaty, tousled hair, the strands still damp with the steam from the hot pot.

As his fingertips brushed against the tip of his burning ear, Jun Sui suddenly grabbed his wrist, his thumb repeatedly rubbing the throbbing pulse on the inside of his wrist.

"Shall we shower together? The water heater is big enough."

As he spoke, his warm breath swept across the side of her neck, carrying the coolness of a mint after a meal, mixed with a faint scent of alcohol.

That was the sip of plum wine that Jun Sui secretly took when they clinked glasses for the last time at the hot pot restaurant.

Sui Si looked up at those eyes that shimmered with amber light, and Jun Sui's eyelashes were now edged with a fluffy gold by the lamplight.

"Don't even think about it."

He tiptoed and lightly pecked the other's lips, the soft touch like a feather brushing against them, then gave a fleeting kiss on the reddened earlobe.

"Go to the guest room, you need to go to the studio tomorrow to work on the animation of 'A Glimmer of Hope'."

Before he could finish speaking, his lower back suddenly pressed against the cool wood grain of the entryway cabinet, and Jun Sui's arms were already wrapped around his waist:

"Cheapskate."

As the tip of his nose brushed against the back of his neck, Jun Sui suddenly bit down on his protruding spine and ground it gently.

Sui Si grunted, a mocking rebuke stuck in his throat: "Let go..."

In the struggle, her wrists were pinned to the counter, and moonlight slid in through the gauze curtain, weaving a fine silver net on their entangled figures.

Jun Sui's kiss was forceful and irresistible. The mints and hot pot spices exploded between his teeth, and Sui Si felt his heart pounding so hard that his eardrums ached.

Only when his breathing became rapid and erratic did he abruptly push the other away, his moist lips glistening with moisture, and the tips of his ears as red as if they were about to bleed.

"We agreed not to cause trouble."

"You were the one who seduced him first."

Jun licked away the tears from the corner of his lips, a triumphant smile swirling in his eyes.

Sui Si didn't reply, but pecked him three more times on the lips. Taking advantage of the man's relaxed guard, she suddenly exerted force and shoved the man, who was half a head taller than her, into the guest room.

"Go wash up!"

The moment the door closed, he heard Jun Sui chuckle softly inside, the last syllable drawn out and alluring.

As the sound of the showerhead came from the guest bedroom, Sui Si leaned against the door frame of the master bathroom, breathing slightly heavily.

The reflection in the mirror showed her with bright, luscious lips, eyes sparkling with springtime, and red marks from Jun Sui's nibbling on her collarbone.

As the hot water from the showerhead washed over him, in the rising steam, he suddenly remembered the little figures fighting side by side in Gu Yichen's comic.

The captain would always wrap the bandages with extra care when the medic was injured.

It turns out that fate had already foreshadowed our encounter in every heart-fluttering moment.

The sound of the showerhead gushed through the guest bathroom, and the rising steam blurred the mirror.

Sui Si, wrapped in a soft bath towel, pushed open the door and stepped out. Water droplets still dripped from her hair, leaving dark stains on the tiled floor.

The cold air from the air conditioner brushed against his damp neck, and he couldn't help but shiver. He grabbed a hairdryer and, amidst the buzzing hot air, his gaze inadvertently swept over the stack of delivery boxes in the entryway.

That was sent by Ran Cang today. As she left, she winked mysteriously and said, "It's a surprise for my brother-in-law."

"What's that little girl up to now?"

Sui Si muttered to himself as he walked over, his slippers kicking the cardboard box with a dull thud.

My fingertips traced the shipping label adorned with a cartoon bear; the crooked handwriting carried a familiar, flamboyant air.

“Dyeing the blue sky”.

The top box felt incredibly light; when opened, several packets of popular spicy snacks scattered on the floor, with sticky notes attached to the packaging.

"My brother said you love spicy food!"

He crouched down to pick up the snacks, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his face. As he piled them on the coffee table, the plastic packaging made a rustling sound.

The second to last box was surprisingly heavy, wrapped with tape three times, and the edges were stained with bleach and decorated with smiley faces drawn with markers.

Sui Si carefully sliced ​​open the cardboard with an electrician's knife. Just as the sharp blade touched the cardboard, his phone screen lit up. It was a message from Ran Cang:

"Brother-in-law! This is a gift!"

Special note: It's been washed and is clean; my brother's skin can use it! (???)

His hand holding the phone paused, his heart inexplicably quickened, and he glanced at the closed bathroom door as if possessed. The sound of water was still running, but it inexplicably made him feel uneasy.

Taking a deep breath, I tore open the wrapping paper, and the sky-blue fabric unexpectedly came into view.

Sui Si's fingertips froze instantly—it was a JK uniform.

The lace trim at the neckline is adorned with pearls, and the pleats of the skirt conceal subtle shimmers that glow softly under the warm yellow light.