She goes crazy, he'll cover for her; the darling of the group is someone no one dares to mess w

Fang Li looked somewhat embarrassed, her eyes darting around, revealing a hint of unease.

She loosened her finger and pointed to his hand holding the tie: "I can help you."

Han Xi pursed his lips and remained silent, but the slight irritation that had risen between his brows gradually dissipated. After a moment, he released his grip on his tie.

Fang Li raised her hand and carefully examined the knot in the tie, which looked tightly tangled because of the force applied earlier.

She tugged at the knot with her fair fingers, but it didn't budge. She couldn't help but look up at the man above her.

How much force did they use to tighten it so much?

Fang Li pursed her lips and leaned closer to observe how to untie it, completely unaware of how close the two were at that moment and how ambiguous their posture was.

In my line of sight is a woman's soft, fluffy long hair, the brown strands curly and smooth, like the finest chocolate, delicate and with a faint, mellow aroma.

The woman's hair swayed slightly with her gentle movements, and the pleasant, mellow fragrance seemed to come alive, wafting into one's nostrils strand by strand.

The room was dimly lit and quiet.

Han Xi lowered his eyelids, looking at the woman in his arms with her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, and her red lips being gently bitten along with them. His heart stirred involuntarily.

The footsteps of the person standing by the bed couldn't help but move forward, the toes touching the leather bed frame.

Fang Li felt a surge of secret joy as her tie finally loosened slightly, only to notice the man's sudden approach.

With a sudden effort, the tightly tied tie came undone, and she fell backward.

Standing in front of her, Han Xi subconsciously reached out, but perhaps because he was too close to the bed, he lost his balance and fell down.

Their bodies were intertwined. Fang Li lay on her back on the bed, with Han Xi's arm pressing against her back, leaving only one arm supporting his body and suspending him above her.

The darkness in his eyes surged rapidly, and Fang Li was stunned by this sudden change.

"sorry, I......"

The two were very close, their breaths mingling.

"Fang Li".

...Soft red lips were gently covered by a cool touch. The hands supporting her on the edge of the bed gradually relaxed and lowered. As the pressure on her lips slowly increased, the two bodies gradually overlapped.

Fang Li felt as if she had been shot in the head, numb and confused, as if everything was far away and everything in her vision was veiled.

Like handling a hard-won treasure, he kissed it cautiously, constantly shifting between tentative touches and explosive abandon.

I don't know when it ended.

When they stopped, both of them were slightly out of breath, especially Fang Li, who seemed to take a long time to come to her senses, her face flushed and her eyes full of disbelief as she looked at him.

"you......."

"I'm sorry." His eyes were dark, and there were glistening tears on his forehead. "I acted impulsively."

"..." Fang Li's eyes flickered slightly, and she bit her lip. The next moment, she suddenly realized that something was wrong with her action and quickly let go.

She turned her face away, revealing her ears that were so red they looked like they were about to bleed, and said in a muffled voice, "You're so heavy, get up."

Han Xi remained motionless, a hint of reluctance surging in his eyes.

She pretended to be calm, and tried to push him away by supporting her hands on his chest. This time, Han Xi didn't linger and used her strength to get up and get out of bed.

As soon as he left, Fang Li immediately felt that the air above her head was much lighter.

She quickly sat up, clutching the blanket beneath her, and took a few deep breaths. Deliberately avoiding looking at the man beside the bed, she got out of bed, opened the door barefoot, and ran out.

Fang Li couldn't sleep all night because Wen Yang said that Han Xi liked her.

Although she didn't really believe it deep down, Wen Yang's analysis made her start to have doubts.

She never expected that Han Xi would reveal his true colors so quickly.

This sudden kiss threw her heart into a panic, like a tangled mess.

I've never felt this way even when I'm with Song Yuchen.

In particular, she suddenly realized that deep down she didn't actually reject this man's touch, which surprised Fang Li...

-

Beijing Capital International Airport.

The plane had just landed and was still taxiing when the domestic arrivals exit was already packed with people.

Flowers, balloons, and light sticks were held high, with everyone craning their necks to look into the passageway inside.

Just then, several figures emerged from around the corner of the passage. The man was tall and handsome, wearing a black baseball cap with the brim pulled low, and a mask that covered most of his face, leaving only his eyes partially visible.

Beside him stood a petite woman, wearing high heels and a black slip dress underneath, with a semi-transparent, shimmering shirt draped over her shoulders. The two walked out chatting and laughing.

The fans were overjoyed and cheered upon seeing it.

"Brother Chen! Brother Chen, look this way!"

"Ah!! Honey, you're so handsome!!"

"Sister Wei, it's Sister Wei!!"

"Yu Wei and her husband are a perfect match, the man is handsome and the woman is beautiful!"

...The reporter pushed through the fans and held up the microphone.

"I heard that you two came to Beijing this time to prepare for the filming of a new movie. Could you briefly introduce the content of the new movie?"

Yu Wei smiled and tilted her head as she walked, "This has to be kept a secret, sorry."

The reporter wasn't offended and asked again, "You two have worked together so many times before, and now you're playing lovers again in the new movie. Don't you find it a bit tiresome?"

The microphone was handed to Song Yuchen.

Everyone held their breath and watched him.

Fang Li and Wen Yang were also watching in front of the television.

"This reporter is clearly not someone they arranged in advance. This question is quite interesting." Wen Yang chuckled, a chocolate bar dangling from her lips.

Fang Li glanced at the TV but didn't answer.

What would you like to eat this afternoon? I'll have Aunt Rong come over later.

It was sent by Han Xi, and she was considering how to reply.

My fingers flew across the keyboard, but I didn't know what to say.

"Hey, Little Pear, how long do you think they'll be staying in Beijing to film this time?" Wen Yang asked.

Fang Li typed on the keyboard without looking up and said, "How would I know? Usually, film crews take three to six months, depending on the content of the movie."

"So you're saying you'll be living in the same city again for the next few months?"

"The capital city doesn't belong to me alone. It's their freedom to come and go as they please. Besides, do you think it's easy to run into someone in such a big city?"

Fang Li typed: [No need, Wen Yang is here, I'm going out to eat with her.]

Before she can fully figure out how to handle their relationship, she should probably keep her distance for now. The way Han Xi is looking at her right now... is really scary.

...The postponement of Han Xi's meeting proved that sometimes you really shouldn't speak too definitively.

The capital city is indeed large, but coincidences can happen so suddenly.

The old town's ancient alleys.

Wen Yang took Fang Li's arm and walked in, saying as they went, "This place is super close to where I lived when I was a kid. There's a private stir-fry restaurant right here, and the food is absolutely delicious."

"The place you ate at when you were a kid, how many years has it been? Are you sure it's still open?"

"Don't worry, I specifically called to ask, it's not only open but there's a queue every day!" She pulled Fang Li: "Hurry up, or there won't be any seats left when we get there."