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

In this cramped space filled with equipment, the two forgot the hustle and bustle outside and the bitterness of the past, leaving only their burning heartbeats and lingering kisses.

Starlight may indeed transcend time and space, and their love, like the lines in the film, will be dazzling and eternal.

Faint footsteps and conversations of staff could be heard outside the door, but they did not affect the two people in the equipment room at all.

Jun Sui gently stroked Sui Si's back, his movements soft yet powerful, as if soothing a frightened kitten.

Sui Si gradually relaxed and responded to the lingering kiss, his unease and worries vanishing at that moment.

When the two finally separated, Sui Si's lips were swollen and red, but her eyes sparkled with happiness.

Jun Sui reached out and gently wiped the water from the corner of his mouth, a gentle smile playing on her lips:

"Don't hide anymore, okay?"

His voice carried an undeniable firmness.

Sui Si nodded, leaning against Jun Sui's chest, feeling his strong heartbeat:

"Okay, I won't hide anymore."

At this moment, he finally understood that love should never be hidden, and he was willing to stand by Jun Sui and face the storms of the future together.

Outside the equipment room, sunlight streamed in through the corridor windows, creating beams of golden light.

In this small space, two loving hearts clung tightly together.

Inside the black van on the return trip, the air conditioning blew out a gentle warm breeze, creating an intimate atmosphere as their body temperatures intertwined.

Sui Si lowered his eyes and stared at the phone screen, his fingertips dancing across the virtual keyboard, the newly revised lines appearing line by line with each tap.

The light from the streetlights shone through the car window, casting dappled shadows on the back of his pale hand, much like the swaying stained glass windows of a church.

Do you want to know why I brought you here?

Jun Sui's voice suddenly broke the silence inside the car.

His knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel, his well-defined knuckles outlining cold, hard lines in the dim light.

While waiting at a red light, he turned his head to look at Sui Si, his eyes filled with emotions that Sui Si couldn't understand.

Sui Si paused for a moment, put down his phone, and shook his head.

He noticed that Jun Sui's Adam's apple bobbed slightly, a subtle movement that made him inexplicably nervous.

The atmosphere inside the car became subtle, as if some important secret was about to be revealed.

"I happened to pass by here last week,"

Jun Sui tapped the steering wheel lightly with his fingertips, making a rhythmic sound.

Seeing the reflection from the glass dome, I suddenly remembered the rain scene you wrote.

When the protagonist died beneath the stained-glass window of the church, light bathed his entire body in the same way.

His voice was soft, yet every word was clear, as if he were carefully bringing out the softest part of his heart.

Sui Si's heart clenched suddenly.

That rain scene was the climax of the script, which he had stayed up for three months to complete, and perhaps it contained Jun Sui's most hidden emotions.

The colorful light and shadow that the protagonist saw when he was on the verge of death was actually the projection of Jun Sui's countless nights watching Sui Si's back.

Those unspoken admirations have all turned into fragmented spots of light in the words.

"You... you noticed all of that?"

Sui Si's voice was hoarse, as if his throat had been rubbed with sandpaper.

He stared at Jun Sui's sharply defined profile, trying to find the answer in his expression.

The neon lights outside the car window reflected in Jun Sui's eyes, causing ripples to appear in his usually calm and composed gaze.

Jun Sui did not answer immediately, but instead reached out and grasped Sui Si's cold hand.

The warmth of his palm traveled through his skin, carrying an undeniable force.

Every single place.

He finally spoke, his voice deep and resonant like the final note of a cello.

"You wrote about the protagonist's trembling eyelashes as he ran wildly through the torrential rain, his moist eyes as he spoke under the starry sky, and the upward curve of his lips at the last moment..."

The emotions you hid between the lines of your words resonated deeply with me back then.

Sui Si's eyes suddenly burned.

Jun Sui once thought he had hidden his thoughts well, but it turned out that the person in front of him had already read everything between the lines of countless words.

The red light turned green, and the sound of the engine restarting was particularly clear in the quiet car, but neither of them let go of their clasped hands.

When the car stopped downstairs at the studio, dusk had already dyed the sky a thick purple.

As soon as Sui Si opened the car door, he heard a familiar exclamation.

Ran Cang rushed out of the revolving door carrying a pile of colorful fabric samples, her chestnut curly hair blowing wildly in the evening breeze, like a cat with its fur standing on end.

"You two disappeared for a whole day, and the group chat exploded!"

Ran Cang stared wide-eyed at the several design drawings scattered at her feet.

"The art team is asking how to create the lava effects on the castle's spire, the props team is pressing for a new scene description, and—"

"Let's talk tomorrow."

Jun Sui stretched out his long arm, subtly protecting Sui Si behind him.

He still carried the lingering scent of the equipment room, mixed with cedar perfume and a faint cocoa aroma, which made Sui Si's heart skip a beat.

Ran Cang suddenly leaned closer, his gaze lingering on Sui Si's swollen lips and Jun Sui's wrinkled shirt.

She suddenly covered her mouth, let out an exaggerated "Oh," and then whistled loudly:

"It seems my brother has found 'inspiration' with someone's help?"

Sui Si's face suddenly burned, and he reached out to grab the long-handled umbrella from the umbrella stand by the door, ready to chase after him.

Before he could make a move, his waist was suddenly tightened, and Jun Sui lifted him up by the waist.

The sudden feeling of weightlessness made him cry out in surprise, and in his panic, he grabbed Jun Sui's tie.

"The 19th version of the script must be written tonight."

Jun Sui carried Sui Si towards the elevator, his voice tinged with laughter.

His warm breath brushed against Sui Si's reddened earlobe, causing the latter to struggle again.

"Put me down!"

Sui Si kicked his legs, but couldn't help but laugh out loud.

As the elevator doors slowly closed, he heard Ran Cang laughing heartily outside, and he could also faintly hear the sound of phone buttons being pressed.

At this moment, the city lights outside the floor-to-ceiling windows in the studio gradually illuminate the space, making it look like a dream.

Jun Sui gently placed Sui Si on the sofa, his fingertips tracing his burning cheeks:

"It's agreed that we need to finish revising the scene where the protagonist confesses his love tonight."

Sui Si turned her head away, her ear tips turning bright red:

"It's all your fault..."

Before she could finish speaking, her lips were sealed by a gentle kiss.

The neon lights outside the window shimmered on the glass, creating colorful bands of light that enveloped the two people embracing in a hazy glow.

Meanwhile, Ran Cang stood on the first floor, looking up at the lit windows of the studio.

She bit the lollipop in her mouth, and the sweet taste spread on her tongue.

The cold light from her phone screen reflected on her face as her fingers rapidly tapped in the crew's group chat:

"The results will be available tomorrow. The screenwriter is currently being 'personally guided' by the director in the creative process."

The two got along very well.

After sending the message, she looked at the two figures gradually approaching in the glass window, a knowing smile appearing on her lips.

The evening breeze lifted the design sketches at her feet, and the lava on the castle's spires on the paper seemed to flow in sync with the lovers' heartbeats.

It seems that my brother has rediscovered his old self, no longer demanding ornate language or grammatical structure, but rather acting naturally and authentically.

At 6:12 a.m., the phone on the bedside table vibrated like a trapped beast, its blue screen flickering in the morning light seeping through the curtains.

Sui Si's dream is stuck in the most suffocating loop.

Countless storyboards fell from the ceiling like snowflakes, each marked with a glaring "redraw" in red pen. In the distance came the producer's roar, mixed with the rumble of metal gears turning.

He reached for his phone in a cold sweat, but his fingertips sank into a warm, moist surface, carrying the scent of jasmine and morning dew.

Don't answer.

Jun Sui's voice came from behind his neck, with the hoarse, magnetic tone of someone who had just woken up.

The man wrapped his long arm around his waist, pressing him even closer into the silk sheets.

Sui Si could feel the other person's Adam's apple brushing against the back of his neck, each word uttered with a languid tremor:

"That guy Li Que will never learn to read a schedule."

But the phone had already vibrated to the edge of the pillow.