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

At six o'clock the next morning, Sui Si stood in front of the wardrobe and pulled off his light gray knitted sweater for the third time.

The mirror reflected his furrowed brows, his knuckles unconsciously rubbing the fabric on the clothes hanger. The cotton and linen texture came from his fingertips, but it couldn't soothe the restlessness in his heart.

My phone suddenly vibrated on the dressing table. The moment the screen lit up, Jun Sui's message was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake:

"I'm downstairs, no need to rush."

Sui Si stared at the line of text, his Adam's apple bobbing twice, and casually grabbed the fourth navy blue shirt and put it on.

When he was buttoning the third button, his fingertips suddenly stopped.

Yesterday, when Jun Sui bent down, the mechanical watch face revealed by the slip of his suit sleeve was also a deep navy blue.

In front of the full-length mirror, Sui Si adjusted his collar three times, warming the cold metal buttons.

He reached up to straighten his collar, his fingertips brushing against his earlobe. The warm touch from last night suddenly returned, shooting up his cheek like an electric current.

The tips of the person's ears instantly flushed red, and even their neck felt hot.

The sound of the backpack zipper being pulled open was particularly clear in the quiet room. When Sui Si stuffed the printed copy of the 18th version of the script into it, the annotations on the edge of the manuscript still carried the scent of ink from all-night revisions.

At three in the morning, under the desk lamp, he chewed on the stub of his worn-out pencil, staring at the words "I finally understand love," while Jun Sui's words, "Let's use a more straightforward expression," kept echoing in his ears.

In the end, he crossed out the entire passage and rewrote it:

"It turns out that love isn't the fancy words in a script, but the warmth of your touch on my ear when you hand me coffee."

Downstairs at the villa, Jun Sui's black sedan was quietly parked in the shadows of the plane trees.

The morning light filtered through the dappled leaves, casting shimmering spots of light on the car window and reflecting off his profile, giving his jawline a golden edge.

Seeing Sui Si emerge, Jun Sui removed his sunglasses, his amber eyes sweeping over Sui Si's reddened eyelids and slightly pale lips, his brows immediately furrowing:

"Staying up all night again?"

"The final version of the script."

Sui Si opened the passenger door, and a breeze carrying the scent of locust blossoms and morning dew rushed in.

He slapped the printed document onto the dashboard, the edges of the paper slightly curled up from the creases caused by his backpack.

"Let's make this clear first, I have to be back in two hours. The art team is waiting for the new storyboard," Ran Cang said.

"Ran Cang will handle it."

Jun chuckled softly and suddenly leaned forward.

The aroma of cedar mixed with coffee instantly enveloped Sui Si. He subconsciously held his breath, watching those hands with distinct knuckles pass through his chest.

As the seatbelt slid across his shoulder, Jun Sui's fingertips inadvertently brushed against his collarbone, the warm touch causing Sui Si's heart to skip a beat.

"Click," the moment the seatbelt was buckled, Jun Sui's thumb suddenly brushed against his lips.

Before Sui Si could react, a kiss, still warm from the coffee, gently landed on his lips.

The light, fleeting touch sent his blood boiling, and his ears felt like they were on fire.

"you--"

"punish."

As Jun sat up straight and started the car, the dial of his wristwatch flashed a cold light in the morning glow.

"My penchant screenwriter has pulled another all-nighter as punishment."

His voice was deep, with a captivating huskiness.

"But next time you stay up all night, the punishment won't be saying 'I love you' a hundred times, it will be that I hear it from your lips a hundred times."

Sui Si's face flushed instantly, and she reached out to punch his shoulder, but Jun Sui grabbed her wrist with one hand.

Warm palms pressed against my skin, and I could clearly feel the rhythm of my pulse.

Jun Sui turned her head to look at him, a smile spreading across her eyes: "Are you angry?"

Before he could answer, he suddenly released his hand, his index finger gently wiping the corner of Sui Si's reddened eyes. "Your eyes are all red from staying up so long."

As the car drove into the street bathed in morning light, the shadows of the plane trees receded rapidly across the windshield.

Sui Si turned his face away and looked out the window, trying to calm his wildly beating heart.

The steam rising from the roadside breakfast stalls blurred the car window. In a daze, he heard Jun Sui say in a low voice, "I'll take you somewhere later."

The sunrise there was exactly as described in the script.

Sui Si's fingers unconsciously tightened around the backpack strap, and the manuscript paper made a slight rustling sound inside the bag.

He suddenly remembered Ran Cang's teasing about "Disney" yesterday and couldn't help but turn his head: "Aren't we going to an amusement park?"

"A better place to find inspiration than an amusement park."

Jun Sui's lips curled up, her gaze fixed intently on the road ahead, but she turned her head to look at him during a red light interval.

“There, you can see true love, without fancy lines or elaborate storyboards.”

The green light came on, and the engine started up again.

Their car nimbly leaped onto the city's elevated highway, sunlight flowing like a river on the windshield, and tiny golden rays dancing on the dashboard with each speed.

Sui Si quietly turned his head to the side, his gaze falling on Jun Sui's sharply defined profile as if drawn by a magnet.

The way the other person's jawline tightened as they focused on driving reminded him of a scene in the script involving a "gaze".

The male protagonist's profile in backlight, no matter how the anime character portrays it, always falls short of the feeling he envisioned.

The real light and shadow flowing across Jun Sui's face at this moment were more moving than any meticulously designed shot in the script.

"Ah Si has been staring at me the whole time? Does she care about me that much?!"

A deep voice suddenly broke the silence inside the car, startling Sui Si so much that he trembled.

Before he could even explain, Jun Sui's right hand had already precisely grabbed his left hand, which was resting on the chair, and his warm palm pressed against his skin like a branding iron.

He instinctively tried to pull away, but the other person held him even tighter, the calluses between their fingers gently rubbing against his sensitive tiger's mouth.

"You didn't say 'I love you' a hundred times yesterday, have you thought about how to make up for it?"

Jun Sui drew a circle with his thumb in his palm, his breath, carrying the aroma of coffee, drifting across the gap between the driver's seat and the passenger seat.

Sui Si felt his ear tips instantly burn up, as if a ball of fire was shooting up his spine.

"Who wants to pay this kind of debt!"

He turned his face away, pretending to be angry, but his gaze unconsciously fell on the buildings rushing past the car window.

The glass reflected his reddened ear tips and upturned lips, betraying his deliberately cold tone.

His fingertips curled unconsciously, yet he craved the warmth of the other person's palm. This contradictory feeling reminded him of the ambiguous lines in the script that were left unsaid.

As the car turned off the elevated road, Jun Sui suddenly spoke:

"I remember you wrote that the starry sky the male protagonist saw before he died was an unfinished regret."

His voice was lower than usual, carrying a subtle tenderness.

"So I thought, maybe I should take you to see the real starry sky."

The car eventually stopped in front of a modern glass-domed building.

Sui Si pushed open the car door, and the morning breeze that rushed in carried the scent of green grass.

He looked up and saw sunlight streaming through the geometric glass structure, casting interlaced shadows on the ground like an abstract painting casually drawn by God.

"Planetarium?"

He turned to look at Jun Sui in confusion, only to realize belatedly that his hand was still being held tightly by the other man.

"Weren't we supposed to be looking for inspiration? What can we see here?"

Jun Sui deftly locked the car and naturally put his arm around his shoulder.

The cuffs of his suit jacket brushed against his neck, and the scent of cedar and coffee enveloped him once more.

"Death and the starry sky go hand in hand, don't they?"

His finger lightly tapped Sui Si's backpack, which contained the script he had stayed up all night revising.

"The protagonist in your stories is always asking what love is; perhaps the universe will give him the answer."

Upon entering the building, a cool breeze carrying a faint smell of disinfectant hits you.

The dome projected a simulated Milky Way, and the deep blue starlight blurred Jun Sui's silhouette.

Sui Si's pace unconsciously slowed down. Looking up at the swirling nebula overhead, he suddenly remembered a line from the script that had been cut:

"It turns out that the universe understood eternity before humans did."

"Would you like to hear a story?"

Jun Sui's voice echoed in the empty exhibition hall.

He led Sui Si to the huge astronomical telescope model, his fingertips tracing the cold metal frame.