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

At this moment, Jun Sui is not only handing over a hot drink, but also those carefully preserved fragments of time.

"You have a good memory."

He lowered his head and took a small sip; the scalding liquid slid down his throat, but his eyes involuntarily welled up with tears.

The spiciness of cinnamon and the richness of cocoa intertwine on the tongue, creating a sensation that is even more captivating than any delicacy.

Jun Sui leaned against the rusty metal railing.

Sunlight filtered through his hair, casting dappled shadows beneath his eyelashes, making him appear as if he were gilded with a flowing golden edge.

He looked up at the birds flying across the sky and suddenly spoke:

"The focus of the protagonist's monologue is not on the language."

A slender finger pointed to the horizon, where an airplane trailed a white contrail across the azure sky.

"It's better to be as straightforward as this—'I have finally seen the sun in my life.'"

These words struck Sui Si's heart like a heavy hammer.

He looked up abruptly and saw the glint in Jun Sui's eyes as he turned around.

I suddenly remembered countless late nights spent revising drafts, scratching my head in front of the computer screen.

All those sentences filled with ornate metaphors, all those meticulously crafted rhetorical devices, are no match for this straightforward and honest statement.

I think I'm too much of a perfectionist...

"and many more!"

He frantically pulled his notebook out of his backpack, the pen nib scratching rapidly across the paper.

Sunlight danced on the manuscript paper, and he felt inspiration surge like a tide. The bottleneck in his lines that had been stuck for months suddenly collapsed at this moment.

"Slower."

Jun Sui smiled and pressed down on his trembling wrist, the warmth of his palm seeping through the paper.

"Inspiration doesn't disappear."

"meeting!"

Sui Si didn't even raise his head, his eyelashes casting tense shadows under his eyes.

"I forgot the great line I thought of in the bathroom last time I dried my hands!"

Before he finished speaking, the pen suddenly splattered ink on the paper, like a tear falling into the Milky Way.

Jun Sui suddenly leaned down, his warm breath brushing against his reddened earlobe:

"Then I'll help you remember them from now on?"

With a seductive laugh hidden in his deep voice, Sui Si's hand trembled, and the laptop slid off the edge of the terrace.

At the critical moment, Jun Sui stretched out his long arm and caught her steadily, then pulled her into his arms.

The two were extremely close, and Sui Si could clearly feel the frequency of Jun Sui's chest vibrations.

The distant clock tower chimed its melodious chimes, and only when the seventh chime faded into the wind did he realize that the agreed two hours had already passed.

"It's time to go back."

He struggled to get up, only to find his fingers gripping Jun Sui's shirt collar tightly, the creases still warm from his own palm.

Jun Sui looked down at him, his amber eyes brimming with an almost overflowing smile:

"Have you figured out the lines yet?"

Sui Si nodded vigorously at first, then quickly shook his head: "But the storyboard still needs to be readjusted, the lighting effects of the castle..."

Before she could finish speaking, Jun Sui pressed his long, slender fingers against her lips.

"eat first."

Jun took his hand and gently stroked the pale blue veins on the back of his hand with his thumb.

"I know an Italian restaurant nearby whose squid ink pasta sauce is made with freshly caught baby squid, served with white wine..."

"But the studio..."

"Ran Cang will handle it."

Jun Sui suddenly stopped and turned around, causing Sui Si to be met with a gentle gaze.

"Now, my master screenwriter needs to recharge. After all..."

He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Sui Si's burning forehead.

"There are still over ninety 'I love you' songs to hear, I'm waiting to hear them."

Sui Si: "..." I still remember.

The sun was shining brightly when the wind chimes on the terrace suddenly started to tinkle.

Sui Si lets you lead the way.

The notebook in the backpack was still open on the page with newly written lines; the ink on the word "sun," still wet, was deeply etched in people's minds.

"Director Jun?"

A sweet, cloying female voice abruptly interrupted their conversation.

The young female reporter, wearing an off-the-shoulder dress and ten-centimeter stilettos, looked surprised on her face, which was painted with bright red lipstick.

Holding the recorder, her gaze lingered for a moment on Jun Sui and Sui Si's clasped hands, a knowing glint in her eyes.

"It really is you!"

I'm a reporter from Film & Television Frontier. May I interview you about your new film, Star Road?

I heard that this film is the culmination of three years of your hard work, and the team behind it is also very impressive…”

Sui Si jerked his hand back as if he had been burned, and in his panic, his elbow bumped into a thermos cup next to him.

The cup full of hot cocoa tipped over, and the brown liquid spilled out like a burst dam, instantly soaking Jun Sui's expensive custom-made suit trousers.

The female reporter gasped and hurriedly pulled out a delicate printed tissue from her designer bag, wanting to step forward and help wipe it.

"Sorry, this is my personal time."

Jun Sui, with a cold face, subtly shielded Sui Si behind her with her slender fingers.

He took Sui Si's wrist and hurried towards the other end of the corridor.

The leather shoes clicked sharply on the marble floor, making a crisp, rapid sound that seemed to strike the tense hearts of the two people.

After navigating a winding corridor, Jun Sui finally stopped in front of an unused room filled with equipment.

He pushed open the door, pulled Sui Si inside without a word, and then locked the door with a "click".

The cramped space was filled with tripods, star map display boards, and spare props, and a faint smell of dust filled the air.

Sui Si's back was pressed tightly against the cold metal frame, his heart pounding wildly in his chest, as if it might break free of its restraints at any moment.

Jun Sui braced his hands on the shelf beside his head, forming an inescapable confinement.

The two were so close that they could clearly feel each other's warm breaths mingling and intertwining.

Sui Si could even see the fine shadows cast by Jun Sui's eyelashes under his eyelids, and the flickering dark fire in his eyes.

Why were you hiding just now?

Jun Sui's voice was low and hoarse, carrying a hint of barely perceptible grievance.

"Am I someone you're ashamed to be seen in public?"

His thumb gently caressed Sui Si's flushed earlobe, a gesture that was both intimate and domineering.

Sui Si turned his face away, not daring to look directly into those eyes that seemed to see right through him.

"Being photographed like that isn't good for you... You're a famous director, while I'm just a new writer. If the media writes nonsense about me... it will cause a lot of trouble..."

His voice grew softer and softer until it was almost inaudible.

Jun Sui suddenly grabbed Sui Si's chin, forcing him to turn his head.

A warm thumb brushed across Sui Si's soft lower lip, leaving a burning mark:

"I don't care about the trouble, I'd love for the whole world to know."

Before he could finish speaking, he had already leaned in and kissed her.

The kiss came swiftly and passionately, with the force of a wildfire, instantly igniting the long-suppressed feelings between the two.

Sui Si was taken aback at first, then grabbed Jun Sui's shirt front with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force.

His notebook fell to the ground with a "thud," but no one paid any attention.

Their breathing became increasingly rapid, and the temperature in the air continued to rise.

Sui Si felt his mind go blank, and all his senses were occupied by Jun Sui.

It was unknown how long it had been before the two reluctantly parted.

Both of them were breathing heavily, their cheeks flushed, and their eyes still held a lingering haze of desire.

Jun Sui pressed his forehead against Sui Si's, their noses touching, their breaths mingling:

"Highlights of the dialogue..."

His voice was even hoarser than before, "Have you thought it through?"

Sui Si nodded slightly, his voice trembling slightly:

"I finally understand love... It turns out it has always been like starlight, waiting to be seen by me across time and space."

This line was carefully prepared for the film's ending, but when he uttered it now, it seemed to be telling the story between the two of them.

Jun Sui's eyes darkened, and the lust in them was reignited.

He kissed her again, this time with a deeper longing and possessiveness:

"This sentence is acceptable."

His voice was muffled but incredibly firm: "I want the whole world to hear your confession with this line."