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

When that classic line appeared on the screen, the cheers that spontaneously erupted from the audience almost lifted the roof off.

Jun Sui turned his head to the side, his warm breath brushing against his ear:

"Look, the morning light is coming."

By the time the awards ceremony ended, the snow had stopped.

As the group walked out of the venue, cheers erupted from the fans.

Ran Cang was pulled away to take photos, while Jun Li Que stood silently not far away to protect her; Sui Si and Jun Sui walked side by side at the back, the streetlights casting long shadows of the two of them.

"Do you regret turning the script into a movie?" Jun Sui suddenly asked.

Sui Si looked up at the night sky, a few snowflakes falling on his eyelashes. "If it weren't for Wang Daxing's incident, perhaps there wouldn't be the 'A Glimmer of Hope' we have now."

He paused, then gently nudged the other person's shoulder. "Just like you said, some turning points may seem like disasters, but they are actually gifts from fate."

On the exterior of the shopping mall at the end of the street, a huge electronic screen is playing the trailer for "A Glimmer of Hope" on a loop.

The red light in the mech warrior's eyes still resembled the pupils of a wild beast, but this time, it was no longer a threat in the darkness, but a beacon of hope.

Five years is enough time for the storms to subside, for saplings to grow into towering trees, and for past wounds to be transformed into medals.

Ran Cang suddenly came bounding back from the front, holding a bouquet of flowers given to her by fans. "Look! Someone wrote our lines!"

On the card, in delicate handwriting, it read: May we all meet amidst the gunfire and walk together in the morning light.

Sui Si took the card and examined it carefully, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his face.

Ran Cang had already pulled Jun Li Que to see the light boards prepared by the fans, and her surprised screams came from afar.

Jun Sui looked at the bustling crowd and reached out to wrap the scarf around Sui Si's neck again. "Are you cold?"

"not cold."

Sui Si shook his head, his gaze falling on his companions who were playfully fighting in front of him.

Five years ago, on that stormy night, they probably never imagined they would end up like this.

But at this moment, looking at the familiar smiles of the people around him, he knew that all the waiting and perseverance had been worthwhile.

The night breeze after the awards ceremony carried the crisp chill of snow. Sui Si's scarf still had crumbs of sugared biscuits that Ran Cang had handed him. The delicate sweetness mingled with Jun Sui's jasmine scent, fermenting in the spacious rear of the Maybach S-Class.

He was practically glued to Jun Sui, his warm breath brushing against the other's neck, eliciting a suppressed sigh.

"Don't make trouble."

Jun Sui held his restless hand, her fingertips stroking his fingertips, which were cold from nervousness.

In the rearview mirror, the lights from outside the window swept across the room, but Sui Si, as if deliberately being mischievous, buried his burning cheeks in Jun Sui's suit collar, making the team badge on his face slightly warm.

The cold, weary boy from years ago is now gently biting the second button of his shirt with lips that smell of cream.

The Christmas tree in front of the villa was still decorated with colorful lights, casting dappled light and shadow on the snow.

Between the ticking elevator numbers, Sui Si couldn't wait to cling to Jun Sui's shoulder. The scent of mints mixed with the aftertaste of champagne, brewing into an intoxicating drink in the enclosed space.

When the blue light of the metal doorplate "5210" lit up, Jun Sui practically pressed himself against the combination lock, his knuckles turning white as he pressed the set of numbers he knew by heart.

The moment the motion-sensor light in the entryway turned on, Sui Si's scarf had already fallen onto the Persian carpet.

Jun Lique and Ran Cang were probably still socializing at the victory celebration banquet; the only sound in the entire duplex villa was their heavy breathing.

Sui Si tilted her head back, her hair brushing against the mirrored entryway cabinet, reflecting tiny golden glints under the warm yellow light.

He reached out and tugged at Song Junsui's tie, deliberately playing with the end around his fingertip:

"Today...the camera caught you holding my hand." "Mmm." Jun Sui's voice was eight octaves lower than usual, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed the sparks dancing in the other's eyes.

That brief touch at the awards ceremony is now magnified infinitely in my memory.

The calluses on Sui Si's palms, and the thin layer of sweat that seeped out when he was nervous, all turned into a raging fire, burning his chest.

Sui Si suddenly tiptoed and gave Jun Sui a light kiss on the corner of his lips, then turned and ran towards the stairs.

The cashmere coat slipped to the ground, revealing a slender waistline encased in a navy blue turtleneck sweater, and a clapperboard pendant faintly visible on the back pocket of her jeans.

Jun Sui grabbed Sui Si's wrist at the corner on the third floor and pinned him against the wall covered with storyboard manuscripts.

The boy's eyelashes were still covered with snow that hadn't completely melted, and his eyes shone as if they were adorned with the Milky Way.

"What are you running for?"

Jun Sui's thumb gently stroked the other person's reddened earlobe.

The memory of that night five years ago, when I stayed up all night in the studio revising the script, suddenly came flooding back.

Back then, Sui Si always loved to tuck her frozen feet into his arms to warm them, but now she's trying to seduce him with those wet, alluring eyes again.

He leaned down and kissed those chattering lips, tasting the lingering sweetness of hot cocoa and a faint hint of mint.

That was during the post-production of "A Glimmer of Hope". The two of them were crammed into the recording studio under a lot of pressure. They wanted to smoke, but instead, their mouths tasted like mints.

Their mouths seemed to have been marinated in mints, and the lingering fragrance still seemed to remain.

Jun Sui's hand wrapped around Sui Si's neck, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the protruding knuckles on the back of the other's neck.

He knew this body all too well.

The light brown mole on her collarbone and the light-colored marks left by working out on her waistline were now faintly visible under her cashmere sweater.

When Jun Sui's kiss landed below his Adam's apple, Sui Si suddenly trembled.

Jun Sui's voice was barely audible: "You've done this so many times, why are you still so sensitive? Hmm?"

"Wait...wait a minute."

Between breaths, Sui Si struggled to speak, reaching for the glass jar on the bookshelf behind him.

With the click of a metal pull ring, a star-shaped cookie covered in icing was stuffed into Jun Sui's mouth.

"You didn't get dessert at the victory celebration...that's not a good thing..."

He took a bite himself, crumbs sticking to the corner of his mouth. "Now I'll finish it for you."

Jun Sui was amused by this sudden childishness and reached out to wipe the frosting off his lips, but Sui Si took the opportunity to bite his fingertip.

The damp sensation spread along his fingertips, and a triumphant gleam flickered in the boy's eyes.

“Sui Si”.

He called out in a low voice as a warning, but this only resulted in more unrestrained biting. When crumbs of the second cookie fell onto the collar of the turtleneck sweater, Jun Sui finally lost his patience, picked him up by the waist, and carried him to the master bedroom.

Moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, casting a gentle silver glow on the dark bed sheets.

When Sui Si felt comfortable, he would tilt his head back and gaze absently at the concept poster for "A Glimmer of Hope" hanging above his bed.

That was their first official collaboration, where the shattered mecha was reborn in a nebula, but at this moment it became the most ambiguous background.

Jun Sui's kisses traveled down his collarbone, and his sweater was slowly pulled down to his shoulder, revealing the fair skin on his left shoulder.

Back then, three years ago, when he was rushing to edit a video, he accidentally spilled hot coffee, leaving a faint mark on his left shoulder. Jun Suibian has always been particularly fond of that spot and would kiss it for a long time.

"Does it hurt?"

Jun Sui suddenly stopped moving, his fingertips lightly touching the light pink area below his body.

In my memory, when I first went in, Sui Si's eyes were red from the pain, but she was still thinking about rescuing the materials on the hard drive from that day.

At that moment, the man was reaching out to unbutton his shirt, and his collarbone was flushed an alluring red from his rapid breathing.

"It doesn't hurt...it only hurts here right now."

He guided Jun Sui's hand to his chest; through the thin fabric, the sound of his heartbeat made his palms tingle.

The aroma diffuser by the bedside suddenly emitted mist, the scent of jasmine spreading out, mixed with the aroma of desire.

Sui Si's jeans had somehow slipped down to her ankles, revealing her slender calves and the temporary tattoo stickers on her ankles.

That was the mecha number of the protagonist in "A Glimmer of Hope," outlined delicately and discreetly with silver lines.

When Jun Sui leaned down to kiss that spot of skin, he arched his back, his fingers digging deep into the other's back.

In the darkness, the phone screen suddenly lit up.

Ran Cang sent more than a dozen messages, interspersed with photos from the victory celebration banquet.