Chapter 42
After finishing the meeting at the company, Lu Tu came over with Lin Ke and Lin Bingran’s interview materials. Once she arrived, she and Guo Rongrong worked together to clean the apartment.
Anything that needed to be taken apart and washed was taken apart and washed. Anything that needed replacing was replaced. They accompanied Lin Bingran and Lin Ke on the balcony as the two accepted a voice interview. The draft was complete, and the two read through it without making any mistakes.
At the end, they also addressed the airport pickup incident, reminding fans to pay attention to safety, and responded collectively to the questions online.
For example: “How did you and Lin Ke meet and fall in love?”
Lin Bingran and Lin Ke explained that they met at a film festival because of a bathroom incident. After that, they got together to play mahjong. Lin Bingran was conquered by Lin Ke’s mahjong skills, and the two began an online romance.
They officially confirmed their relationship on Children’s Day last year.
Entertainment reporter: “…”
In order to avoid paparazzi, Lin Ke stayed at Lin Bingran’s place for two days. They had been too tired that day, so the two reservedly slept in separate rooms. The next day, they slept until the sun was high. Guo Rongrong came over to deliver food, while Lu Tu came with notices and contracts and dug Lin Ke out from under the quilt.
Lu Tu said, “Are you a pig?”
Lin Ke hummed. “…I just finished filming. My body is tired. I made headlines, so my heart is tired too. Wouldn’t it be reasonable for me to sleep for a week?”
“…” Lu Tu pulled Lin Ke up. “How rare. You didn’t sleep with Film Queen Lin?”
Lin Ke yawned. “I was already so tired… and still had to serve someone? Was I looking for punishment?”
Lu Tu was puzzled. “What do you mean?”
Lin Ke rolled over, buried her face in the quilt, and burrowed around twice. Only then did she wake up properly. She climbed up and asked, “What’s wrong? Something happened?”
Lu Tu said, “Bad Dog Entertainment posted the article overnight. Congratulations, you successfully diverted public attention.”
Lin Ke’s expression lit up, and she grabbed the phone by the bed. “No one is scolding me anymore? And those people asking me for the original film footage…”
“Damn!” Lin Ke looked completely stifled. “They’re asking me to teach them mahjong!”
Lu Tu really could not help rolling her eyes. “A mahjong online romance. Only you could say something like that.”
Lin Ke: “…”
“Sign the contract. Rest for two days. Once the storm has mostly passed, I’ll come pick you up and take you to the filming site.”
Lu Tu analyzed the contract terms for Lin Ke. While the two were busy with work, Lin Bingran was in the dining room having afternoon tea plus breakfast.
Guo Rongrong carried a broom upstairs to clean, busying herself like an old housekeeper.
When Lu Tu came out holding the contract and saw this scene, she did not say anything else first. Instead, she held her waist and started crying “aiyo, aiyo,” afraid she would be grabbed as extra labor and dragged off to clean. “Well then… Xiao Ke, I’ll help you find a new place to live when I get back. Once I find one, I’ll come pick you up, okay?”
Lin Ke had originally wanted to leave with her. Hearing this, she froze. “I’m changing places? I can’t live in the dorm anymore?”
Lu Tu clicked her tongue and whispered, “Du Yi is really impressive. When our two teams held a meeting yesterday, he said that with your current relationship with Lin Bingran, living in a shared dorm is too low-level and would lower Film Queen Lin’s status. He told the company to consider changing your housing.”
Lin Ke pointed at Lin Bingran’s place and asked in delight, “Then can I live in a place like this?”
Lu Tu: “…”
Lu Tu said, “Hehe. Dream on. This place costs tens of millions! Do you think the company is that generous? I’m leaving.”
“Wait!” Lin Ke stopped Lu Tu and asked in a low voice, “Do you… have Fang Wuyu’s phone number?”
Lu Tu was shocked. “You still like her?! What do you want her number for!”
Lin Ke smacked her. “I don’t like—did you forget she’s a doctor? An omega specialist with several patents!”
“Are you sick?” Lu Tu asked.
Lin Ke was speechless. “You’re the one who’s sick! Help me get her contact information!”
Lu Tu felt puzzled. “Ask Film Queen Lin.”
Lin Ke pressed her lips together. “She won’t tell me. Just help me find it.”
Lin Ke saw Lu Tu out the door. When she returned to the living room and saw Guo Rongrong busily cleaning, she felt a little embarrassed. She took the initiative to grab the mop, wanting to help.
“Come here,” Lin Bingran said to Lin Ke. She was wearing pajamas with a fried egg printed on them. “Eat first.”
Lin Ke looked at Guo Rongrong. “…Isn’t that bad?”
Guo Rongrong passed by and snatched the mop from Lin Ke’s hand. “Teacher Xiao Lin, go eat. I asked to do this myself. I need to take a long leave these next few days, so I have to perform well.”
“Oh.” Lin Ke sat at the dining table. Lin Bingran divided the food, giving Lin Ke a small portion while keeping the bulk for herself, eating until both cheeks were stuffed.
Lin Ke: “…”
“Are you a bottomless pit?”
Lin Bingran did not hear clearly. “What?”
Lin Ke cleared her throat and asked, “Did you check Weibo today?”
Lin Bingran said, “No. I usually don’t.”
Lin Ke gave an “oh.” After eating, she moved to the sofa area to read her script. Lin Bingran went back to her room to sleep. Guo Rongrong cleaned quietly and carefully.
Lin Ke immersed herself in the script. The phone on the coffee table suddenly rang.
It was a call from Lin Zhen. Lin Ke felt like she was holding a hot potato, nearly sliding off the sofa.
“Cough. Dad.” Lin Ke ran to the balcony. The ringtone rang until the very end before she answered, no longer calm.
“Xiao Ke.”
Lin Ke said, “Ah, ah, yes. Dad, what’s wrong?”
Lin Zhen smiled. “Finished filming?”
Lin Ke puffed her cheeks and reached out to pinch one leaf of the fake plant on the balcony. “Finished.”
Lin Zhen took a deep breath. “Good that you finished. Good that you finished. Dad heard—”
Lin Ke gripped her phone and held her breath.
Lin Zhen said gently, “You’re dating, right?”
Lin Ke’s face wrinkled. “Ah? Ah, you, where did you see fake news again…”
Lin Zhen’s side was quiet for two seconds. The next second, his explosive roar nearly blew up Lin Ke’s phone.
“Fake news! You still have the nerve to say that!”
“I went out for a walk! In ten steps, eight neighbors asked me about you—of all people to date, you’re dating someone who talks dirty in broad daylight! You! You’re an omega!!”
Lin Ke held the phone away from her ear, stretching her arm long. From far away, she heard He Fang trying to calm Lin Zhen down.
He Fang said, “Xiao Ke! Your dad has lost control. We’ll call you again later! Are you okay?”
Lin Ke said, “I’m fine, Mom.”
“Good!” He Fang said, then hung up with a beep.
“Phew.” Lin Ke let out a long breath. She stood on the balcony for a while, enjoying the wind, then turned back toward the living room.
“Ghost!” Lin Ke clutched her chest and panted. “Why don’t you make any sound when you walk!”
Lin Bingran tugged at the corner of her mouth. “I saw you holding your phone very far away. Were you afraid of thunder?”
The sky had darkened. Muffled thunder rolled, and it looked like it was about to rain. Lin Bingran had come out to remind Lin Ke not to stand on the balcony.
Lin Ke said, “Top floors are really troublesome. If lightning strikes, won’t I be the first to turn into coal?”
Lin Bingran curved her lips, about to say something, when lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating Lin Ke’s blank little face.
The next second, thunder cracked through the air.
Lin Ke threw herself into Lin Bingran’s arms. “Holy crap! I’ve never lived on the top floor! Do lightning rods work?”
Lin Bingran wrapped her arms around Lin Ke’s waist and smoothly closed the glass window. “Mm. They should.”
Lin Ke only realized she had been tricked into the master bedroom after entering it. “What are we doing? Is it okay to stay in the same room?”
Lin Bingran said, “Guo Rongrong is staying over for two days. Only two rooms were cleaned. Your room was emptied out for her to stay in for two days.”
Lin Ke: “…”
Lin Ke inwardly cursed herself for overthinking. She went to the guest room and moved her luggage out, wanting to pick a few frequently worn clothes to hang up. For some reason, she suddenly became coy. “Um… is it appropriate to put my clothes in your closet?”
Lin Bingran knew exactly what she was thinking. “Put them there, put them there. Give me some interest tonight.”
Lin Ke threw Lin Zhen’s words back at her. “What dirty talk are you saying! In broad daylight…”
Lin Bingran did not continue teasing. She answered a call and went to the window. “Hello.”
“It’s me,” Fang Wuyu said.
Lin Bingran said, “Mm.”
“When are you coming for a checkup?” Fang Wuyu asked.
Lin Bingran looked back. In her amber eyes, Lin Ke’s figure was reflected. “These next few days won’t work.”
Fang Wuyu said anxiously, “I saw your trending video! You still—”
Lin Bingran cut her off coldly. “It’s already fine.”
Fang Wuyu asked directly, “Where are you? I’ll come see you tomorrow.”
Lin Bingran said, “No need.”
Fang Wuyu said, “Du Yi said you’re at Fengyuan. I’ll come over tomorrow.”
Fang Wuyu hung up. Lin Bingran lowered her eyes and tossed her phone onto the vanity.
Lin Ke happily hung up clothes. Suddenly, someone wrapped their arms around her waist from behind.
Lin Bingran rubbed against her temple and asked, “Are you done hanging them?”
“Not—”
Lin Bingran dragged Lin Ke onto the bed. “Do you like me, or Fang Wuyu?”
“What?” Lin Ke choked. “What? Huh? Of course I—”
“I don’t like anyone!” Lin Ke’s face flushed red.
Lin Bingran burst out laughing and buried her face in Lin Ke’s neck.
Thunder sounded. Lin Bingran held Lin Ke tighter, yawned, and said, “Sleep.”
Lin Ke said, “It’s afternoon. Not even five yet.”
Lin Bingran said, “You stayed up all night filming every day. Aren’t you sleepy? It’s already dark.”
Dark clouds pressed overhead. The sky looked no different from night.
Lin Bingran took the opportunity to turn off the wall lamp, and the room instantly sank into darkness.
Lin Ke had night blindness. Having been hit at her weak spot, she compromised. “…Then let’s sleep.”
Lin Bingran held Lin Ke, and through the entire stormy night, she did not wake up once.
Lin Ke held her phone and chatted, complaining to Zhu Mo that Lin Bingran was clingy. She also played mahjong before slowly falling asleep.
The next day, Lin Ke was woken by a phone call. It was Lu Tu calling. Lin Bingran also woke up and heard Lu Tu say she was coming to pick Lin Ke up.
Inside the quilt, green plum and green tea pheromones intertwined, warming both bodies. Lin Bingran was almost wrapped around Lin Ke, not wearing pajamas. She had nearly stripped Lin Ke clean too.
Lin Ke tiptoed out of bed to wash up in the bathroom. Her phone was tossed by the pillow. A hot news alert popped up on the screen, and Lin Bingran lazily looked at it.
Lin Ke and Film Queen Lin Bingran Suspected of Cohabiting…
Lin Bingran walked barefoot to the vanity to get her phone, wanting to search this news. Fang Wuyu sent a message saying she had entered the operating room and would come over in the afternoon.
Lin Bingran held her phone and tossed it from her left hand to her right. After pondering for a moment, with the sound of water in the master bathroom continuing nonstop, she went upstairs to the bathroom there to wash up.
Half an hour later, after getting ready and coming back down, Lin Ke was already neatly dressed and sitting by the bed in a daze, her face and ears red.
Lin Bingran asked curiously, “Are you sleepwalking?”
Lin Ke said, “I didn’t go back to the dorm… The paparazzi said I’m living with you, and netizens are asking…”
“Cohabiting? Fine,” Lin Bingran said.
Lin Ke’s face reddened another degree. “No. I still have to work. I’m not going to be a vixen…”
Before Lin Ke could finish, Lin Bingran said, “On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, you be the top. On Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, I’ll be the bottom. Sundays are rest days. If you’re willing, the two of us can live together. How about it?”
Lin Ke: “…”
Lin Ke’s eyes widened like copper bells, the corner of her mouth twitching nonstop. She looked at Lin Bingran and pressed her lips together. “A-are you serious?”
Lin Bingran said, “Mm.”
Seeing her serious expression, Lin Ke felt a little at a loss. “Impossible.”
Lin Bingran asked, “Is Lu Tu helping you find an apartment?”
Lin Ke froze. “She’s still looking… how did you know?”
Lin Bingran said, “Du Yi told me. Then do you want to consider it?”
“Monday, Wednesday, Friday, I top; Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, you bottom—you, you! Dream on!” Lin Ke said.
Of course Lin Ke was unwilling to live together. They were originally contract lovers. If she lived together with her too, wouldn’t she become a complete bloodsucker?
She understood the logic, but Lin Ke still felt very upset. She accused her, “…Lin Bingran, you—you—the apartment has already been found. I’m leaving right now!”
Lin Bingran: “…”
Lin Ke swept out of the bedroom like the wind, then dragged the suitcase from the guest room inside and spread it open. She pulled down the clothes she had only hung up yesterday from the closet one by one, irritably stuffed them into the suitcase, then shut the lid with a bang!
There were too many clothes, and she had not folded them. The suitcase was so full it could not close. Lin Ke violently pulled the zipper, and a piece of clothing got caught in it.
Lin Ke: “…”
Lin Ke was so angry smoke rose from her head. For a moment, she felt like a firecracker. If the fuse was lit, she would definitely explode at Lin Bingran. She imagined scaring this heartless O, who refused to acknowledge people after pulling up her pants, into rolling and crawling in fear, and her mood improved slightly.
Lin Bingran, however, drooped her brows and asked softly, “Need help?”
Lin Ke: “…”
Damn! Her mood was bad again!
Lin Ke ground her teeth until they creaked.
Her pheromones were leaking. Lin Bingran raised the corner of her mouth and could not resist teasing Lin Ke. “There are still two pieces drying on the balcony. Are you taking everything?”
Lin Ke: “…”
Lin Ke’s eyes quickly filled with red. She wanted to get angry, but she became a dud firecracker that had been lit but would not explode.
Lin Bingran brought in the clothes from the balcony for her. Lin Ke grabbed her, lowered her head, and kissed Lin Bingran, grinding her lips red.
Afterward, fierce and resentful, she lifted Lin Bingran’s collar. “Just wait… I… I have plenty of ways to deal with you!”
Lin Bingran pouted, signaling for another kiss. “You’re leaving already, and we haven’t even had time to do proper business. Do you want to sleep again? A meaty one.”
Lin Ke: “…”
Expression wooden, Lin Ke released Lin Bingran’s collar. Lin Bingran fell backward onto the bed, lying in the smoky gray bedding as she raised an arm to cover her eyes and laughed softly.
Lin Ke finished packing the clothes and dragged the suitcase away.
Lin Bingran propped herself up. Her eyes reddened as she stared blankly at the wide-open bedroom door.
Lin Ke’s footsteps were very heavy. When she reached the doorway, she forcefully lifted the suitcase, and it banged against the door.
The door slammed shut. Lin Bingran let out a breath of relief.
Lin Ke was furious. When she came back to herself, she was already standing outside the door.
“Damn!” Lin Ke punched and kicked at the air for a while, still furious. She took out her phone and called Lu Tu.
“Where are you?” Lin Ke asked.
Lu Tu said, “Huh? I’m looking at apartments for you. Didn’t I say I’d come pick you up in the afternoon?”
Lin Ke choked. “Then why did you call so early in the morning!”
Lu Tu said, “I was asking whether you wanted to look at houses! Whether I should pick you up early! Do you also need to see an ear doctor now?”
Lin Ke said, “…Oh. Sorry. I thought the notice changed.”
Lu Tu clicked her tongue. “You want to anger me to death. What happened?”
Lin Ke said aggrievedly, “I was swept out of the house. Come pick me up.”
Lu Tu: “…”
Lu Tu cursed. Sure enough, big-shot celebrities could not be relied on. “Wait. I’m coming. Stand outside the door for a while first. Don’t go downstairs, or passersby might take photos.”
Lin Bingran’s apartment had a private elevator for each household, so the security was still very high.
Lin Ke hung up, let out a breath, and held her phone, scrolling aimlessly.
Zhu Mo had gotten up early to rush to a variety show. In the car, she messaged Lin Ke and asked if she wanted to play mahjong.
Lin Ke happened to have nothing to do, so she clicked in. They could not gather enough people for a four-person mahjong table early in the morning, so the two settled for teaming up to play four-player Dou Dizhu instead.
While playing Dou Dizhu, Zhu Mo asked about Lin Ke’s recent situation.
Lin Ke pouted and typed back: We fought.
Zhu Mo was surprised. “You fought? Judging from the hot searches, you two are very loving!”
Lin Ke: Our values don’t match!
Zhu Mo: “…Don’t be sad.”
Lin Ke poured out her grievances to Zhu Mo like dumping beans from a bamboo tube. She stayed alert, wearing earphones, listening to voice messages and typing replies.
Guo Rongrong was so diligent it was absurd. Early in the morning, she came out to throw away trash and clearly froze when she saw Lin Ke. “Teacher Xiao Lin…”
Lin Ke dragged her suitcase and squatted by the door. She had chatted with Zhu Mo until she felt wronged, her eyes red. When she turned and saw Guo Rongrong, she had not yet had time to fix her expression.
Guo Rongrong seemed to see a pitiful stray dog wagging its tail at her. Oh, and she had forgotten to change shoes. Her feet were still in house slippers.
Guo Rongrong: “…”
Lin Ke: “…”
Lin Ke said, “I, I’m… I’m playing Dou Dizhu.”
Guo Rongrong looked at her with pity.
Lin Ke laughed dryly. “Dou Dizhu uses up a lot of internet… the signal outside is better…”
Guo Rongrong: “…”
“Teacher Xiao Lin, did you fight with Ran-jie? How about… you come in first…”
Even the little assistant was pitying her. Lin Ke lowered her head and said gloomily, “I won’t go in. I’ll leave in a while.”
Guo Rongrong somewhat understood why Lin Bingran treated Lin Ke so well. Those soft, pitiful eyes made one’s heart soften.
In a moment of impulse, Guo Rongrong said, “Th-then I’ll go ask Ran-jie for you!”
“Ai! Don’t!” Lin Ke reacted two seconds later, threw down her suitcase, and chased after her.
Guo Rongrong was stopped by Lin Ke. Ever since Lin Ke had been scummed by Ji Fengling, whom Lin Bingran played, Guo Rongrong had often looked at Lin Ke with pitying affection. She said, “You can’t just stay by the door. What happened?”
Lin Ke tugged at her hair and said speechlessly, “…I’ll say it myself.”
The door banged loudly.
Lin Bingran was leaning against the head of the bed chatting with a friend when the sudden violent sound startled her into shrinking back. She slightly widened her mouth in surprise.
Lin Ke, wearing slippers, had left for less than half an hour before charging back in aggressively. She kicked the half-open bedroom door all the way open.
She used too much force. The door bounced against the wall, then rebounded and hit Lin Ke’s foot.
Lin Ke was wearing open-toed slippers, and the pain immediately made tears shoot out. Holding her foot, she directly slid to her knees at the doorway.
Lin Bingran: “…”
Lin Ke said, “Wu.”
“Cough.” Lin Bingran helped Lin Ke up and wiped away her tears with her thumb, asking with heartache, “Are you okay?”
Lin Ke said, “Hypocrite.”
Lin Bingran said calmly, “I do feel heartache.”
Lin Ke: “…”
Lin Bingran had more or less guessed what happened and asked, “Lu Tu hasn’t come yet?”
Lin Ke wanted to snap back, but Guo Rongrong quietly came over and closed the door for them, making a cheering gesture.
Lin Bingran: “…”
Lin Ke simply crashed headfirst into Lin Bingran’s arms and buried her face deep. “You chased me away.”
Lin Bingran said, “I did not.”
Lin Ke roared with tears hanging from her lashes, “Monday, Wednesday, Friday; Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday! You took all of them! What about me?”
Lin Bingran skillfully changed the topic. “…Aren’t you about to join a crew? And you still have commercials to shoot. Can you really move in?”
Lin Ke froze and forgot to cry. She had been fooling around with Lin Bingran for two days and had forgotten she was still a working laborer.
Lin Bingran: “Pfft!”
“Stop laughing,” Lin Ke said. “My foot hurts. Blow on it for me.”
She was too fun—quick to anger and quick to forget. Lin Bingran secretly laughed and lifted Lin Ke’s chin. “Blow on your foot, or blow on what?”
Lin Ke: “?”
Lin Bingran pulled Lin Ke up, one hand holding her waist, the other hooking under the bend of her knee, trying to use strength for a handsome princess carry.
“Ah!” Lin Ke fell to the floor, completely lacking the strength to roar. Tears spilled from her eyes. “…Why princess carry? Do you have that strength? Why act cool… every time… every time, I’m the one who gets hurt.”
Lin Bingran’s face was full of embarrassment. “S-sorry…”
After Lin Ke cried for a while, Lin Bingran went to get ice and iced her toes. “It’s swollen, but the skin isn’t broken.”
Lin Ke accepted her fate. With reddened eyes, she forced herself to look optimistic. “Good thing the skin isn’t broken. That’s great.”
Dimples appeared by Lin Bingran’s mouth. She crouched by Lin Ke’s feet, her shoulders and neck trembling slightly.
Lin Ke said, “…What are you laughing at? I’m already this miserable, and you can still laugh. I’ll sit for another half hour. When Lu Tu comes, I’ll leave.”
Seeing her pitiful little appearance, Lin Bingran actually could not harden her heart anymore. She thought, if Lin Ke knows, then she knows. In a low voice, she asked, “Does it still hurt?”
The corners of Lin Ke’s eyes were still wet and red. She did not want to speak.
Lin Bingran put the ice pack back into the ice bucket, pressed Lin Ke’s shoulders, pushed her down, and leaned over her. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”
Lin Ke sensed something was off. Her damp eyes were delighted and expectant.
Lin Bingran wanted to laugh, but held it back, afraid Lin Ke would bristle again. She lowered her head and kissed Lin Ke.
(Only kissing.)
Fabric rustled. For once, Lin Bingran completely held the initiative. Lin Ke curled in the palm of her hand, every rise and fall controlled by her.
Her lips could not block the soft sounds. Lin Ke let out a muffled hum, her hand wrinkling the bedsheet. (Crying. She’s crying, understand? What did I even write!!)
Lin Bingran pushed Lin Ke and kissed her, asking, “You’re crying just from this?” (Kissing. Can you understand that?)
Lin Ke’s tears rubbed against Lin Bingran’s shoulder. Stubbornly, she said, “What, what nonsense… it’s still early.”
“Really?” Lin Bingran asked wickedly. (One line of dialogue. Why lock it?)
Waves surged over one after another. Lin Ke was submerged, her head swept dizzy. Her tear glands lost control. It was more like she had been possessed; her cries and tears were no longer under her own control. (Metaphor! Do you understand metaphor?)
The room was full of green plum scent, so rich it covered the pale green, overpowering the green tea, baking the whole room into a sweet-and-sour fragrance.
Lin Ke looked at Lin Bingran with a flushed face. The other woman’s incomparably sexy appearance fascinated her.
In the air, green plum and green tea conspired together. The two omegas seemed to have fallen into a vat dyed with spring color, leaving only endless staining.
They both wanted to lie softly and weakly, accepting with breathless turns, and also wanted to attack forcefully and gently.
“How is it now?” Zhu Mo sent a voice message, gently comforting Lin Ke. “Don’t fight anymore. Teacher Lin might have her own privacy.”
Lin Ke tapped open the voice message. As she listened, she became a little embarrassed. She had not replied at once, so Zhu Mo had called four times and sent seven or eight text messages, all comforting and advising her.
Lin Ke smiled awkwardly and replied with a bitter-smile emoji.
We’ve already made up.
Zhu Mo was surprised: That fast?
Lin Ke’s ears reddened slightly. Mm… she did that thing to me…
Zhu Mo: …No matter how fierce the fight is, it doesn’t delay you two sleeping together, does it?
Lin Ke: “…”
Lin Ke unconsciously coughed twice and typed back to Zhu Mo: I… I guess.
Suddenly—
“Who are you chatting with? You look so happy.” Lin Bingran wrapped both arms around Lin Ke’s neck from behind. Her warm breath fell by Lin Ke’s ear, sending an electric current through her.
Lin Ke scratched her itchy earlobe. “Zhu Mo.”
“She asked you to play mahjong again?” Lin Bingran asked.
Lin Ke looked left and right, avoiding the point. “…Mm. Yes.”
Lin Bingran said, “I’m going to wash up.”
Lin Bingran got up to wash. Green-tea pheromones drifted behind Lin Ke, hooking at her nose.
Lin Ke wore Lin Bingran’s pajamas and pulled out a few wet wipes to clean the traces on the floor.
Her face was stained red. Zhu Mo had already arrived at the filming location and said she would stop chatting.
A video call suddenly popped up. Lin Ke frantically switched it to voice call, placed the phone by her ear, and softly said hello.
“…Hello.”
Lu Tu said, “I’m here. Where are you?”
Lin Ke: “…”
Lu Tu said, “There’s no one at the door?”
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