After finishing work at night.

Ye Fu didn’t dare to make any eye contact with the Best Actor at all. She quickly changed her clothes and left.

Xiao Xiaohong bought her a cup of milk tea to warm her hands. Ye Fu held the cup, her ears still red, sipping it in small mouthfuls. Her pink cheeks were slightly puffed, looking innocent and cute.

The actor who played the monkey, Song Yu, walked over and leaned on the car door as he asked her, “Do you want to go sing tonight?”

Ye Fu smiled lightly and shook her head. “No, I’m not very good at singing.”

“It’s fine, just a few of us. We all know each other.” The “few of us” he referred to were the actors playing the wild boar and bull bandits.

Ye Fu bit her lip and said nothing.

She was never used to that kind of social scene. If not for that in the past, she wouldn’t have offended people and been blacklisted for so long—unable to take on any roles. At her poorest, she could only afford one meal a day, eating steamed buns every day, and not even meat-filled ones—only vegetable buns.

“Come in our car? It’s not far,” Song Yu said, reaching out to grab Ye Fu’s arm. Her arm was soft and delicate, white like jade. He still remembered the smooth feeling when he held it during filming.

He even wished he were Qin Luan. Otherwise, the one pressing Ye Fu beneath him every day would be him.

It was only because the Best Actor was self-controlled. If it were him, he probably wouldn’t have been able to resist taking Ye Fu to bed on the very first day.

Ye Fu dodged his hand. “No, I today—”

Before she could finish, an arm suddenly reached over and blocked between her and Song Yu.

Looking up, Qin Luan had appeared at some point. His eyes looked tired as he said indifferently to Song Yu, “Sorry, she’s a bit tired today. She won’t be going.”

Qin Luan then got into the car. Ye Fu was sitting by the side, and when she saw him come in, she quickly moved aside. But the man pressed his palm on her shoulder.

“Don’t move. Sit properly.”

The words carried a faint intimacy.

Anyone who couldn’t understand it would really be an idiot.

Song Yu awkwardly waved at Ye Fu. “Then next time, we’ll go sing together.”

Then he turned and left.

Ye Fu’s hand holding the milk tea stiffened. She didn’t dare look at the Best Actor’s face. Her mind was filled with what he had just said in that low, lingering tone:

“Don’t move. Sit properly.”

Xiao Xiaohong started the car. For some reason, she thoughtfully turned off the back lights and raised the partition.

Ye Fu: “……”

She nervously twisted her fingers, repeatedly biting the straw due to tension.

“Is it good?” Qin Luan asked from the side.

Ye Fu nodded stiffly. “…It’s good. A bit sweet.”

After speaking, she gathered her courage and glanced at him. The car was dim; she could only see his blurred silhouette—sharp features, and faintly glowing eyes reflecting the light like stars.

That light made her think of the scene in the bathtub. The way she had turned back, clinging to him and begging him—those same eyes, filled with that kind of dangerous, lingering glow.

Her throat felt dry. Nervously, she asked, “…Do you want to drink?”

Her intention was to suggest getting him another cup from the assistant, but to Qin Luan, the words somehow carried a different meaning.

“Can I?” he asked.

What do you mean, can?

He already reached out and took the milk tea from her hand. The moment their fingers touched, Ye Fu felt a jolt and quickly let go. Then the Best Actor used her straw… and took a sip of the milk tea she had already drunk.

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