Chapter 883 - 882: Qiuqiu, Qiuqiu

There are two days left until Thursday, and Mu Qiu finally understood what Cheng Zhirang meant by "stay home with me".

Cheng Zhirang has become very clingy.

Since Monday night, he has been sticking to her, not letting her have a moment of clarity.

The next morning, the two of them cuddled tightly together and stayed in bed until noon, only when Mu Qiu got hungry did he go downstairs to make noodles and feed her bite by bite.

Then, before three o’clock, he pushed her down again.

He took precautions well, but the sound of the packaging being torn open — over and over — subconsciously made her tremble a bit.

At night, when he had had enough of tormenting her, he carried her to the small balcony, wrapped her in his shirt, letting her drowsily lean against him.

He actually had many little habits, liked to use his chin to gently rub against the top of her head, liked to have her lie on the crook of his neck, fingers along her hair, and liked to gently kiss her forehead, earlobes, wrist, without any hint of lust.

She lazily lay in his arms, lifting her eyelids to look out from the small balcony.

The night in the city was rather obscure, yet occasionally, stars could still be seen. Looking further, she could see the dark silhouettes of trees, see distant tall buildings, see lights from other villas.

The sound of breathing and body heat pull back wandering thoughts, despite the low night sky and grim shadows, my heart finds peace only here.

"Let’s go back to sleep, I’m so tired," she said lazily.

Cheng Zhirang obliged and carried her back.

By Wednesday, things were much more normal, he no longer seemed intent on confining her to bed, even took her downstairs to make breakfast.

Yet he was still clingy, as if lacking energy, circling her from behind, resting his head on her shoulder like a large stuffed toy.

She felt like laughing.

"What’s wrong with you? You’re so clingy."

"Tomorrow I have to join the crew."

She was quite surprised: "Joining the crew for filming is something you’re already accustomed to, right? Plus, I said I’d call daily, video chat, and visit when possible. Besides, there’s one last show on Saturday."

"But I just got used to living with you every day. It’s easy to go from frugal to luxury, hard to go from luxury back to frugal."

His voice lowered, even his sigh sounded sexy and magnetic.

"I thought you’re not someone who would delay work for emotional matters," Mu Qiu leaned against the kitchen counter, turned to kiss him, said with a playful smile.

"Isn’t this similar to the feeling of a student the day before returning to school?"

Cheng Zhirang sighed again: "When filming, some actors who had family obligations would often arrive right before shooting and leave right after. I didn’t feel anything back then. Now I feel like, can I come back every day too?"

"But doing that is very exhausting," she turned to face him, staring at him while smiling, "But a clingy Brother Cheng is so loveable."

He laughed softly, held her face and began to kiss her again.

Passionate couples likely have a certain skin hunger, touching each other with a satisfying sigh.

In the afternoon, Cheng Zhirang had to pack his luggage. He didn’t need to bring much, as Assistant Liang always directly arranged new items for the crew.

He said there wasn’t much, so Mu Qiu didn’t help. She just pulled out a yoga mat from the room, wearing yoga clothes to stretch, sweating all over.

The yoga mat was placed on the small balcony, Cheng Zhirang was in the room, and the door was open. They could occasionally see each other and chat.

"Qiuqiu, where is my black engraved belt?"

"In the second drawer on the far left of the wardrobe, the first drawer has your... pants."

She answered while watching a video doing arm slimming workout moves.

After a while, he asked again.

"Qiuqiu, there are two small fans on your desk, can I take one with me?"

"Sure, take the black one."

"Qiuqiu, can I swap a tab index with you? Different colors can be used for the script, yours is so cute."

"Sure."

"Qiuqiu, your pillbox is empty, I’ll go buy some common medications, what do you think we should add?"

"Anything’s fine."

"Qiuqiu..."

"Okay, enough is enough."

Mu Qiu grimaced, putting down her sore arm, walking towards the room.

This constant "Qiuqiu" call was almost like a summoning, calling her to the point of feeling like a mother, not a thirty-year-old but a three-year-old.

"You clearly know where your clothes are, you put them there yourself, right? You also always buy the medications, don’t you know what to buy?"

Cheng Zhirang still smiled at her: "I just wanted to call you."

"Are you really so unwilling to let go?"

He asked back: "Are you willing to let me go?"

"Whether I am willing or not isn’t certain now, maybe when you leave tomorrow I’ll feel especially reluctant. Well, do you want to take more clothes with you? It might be better to take the pillbox too, filming a post-apocalyptic movie might be intense, easy to get hurt."

"Assistant Liang has packed everything, the meds will be bought later and placed downstairs, easy to access."

She pondered again: "Would you like to take some snacks with you? Sister Guan Yu gave me a lot of snacks, the sauerkraut vermicelli yesterday was from her."

"No need, joining the crew requires training, needs to reduce body fat, can’t eat these. You shouldn’t eat too much either, if you don’t feel like cooking, go to my mom’s place or eat out, be careful with takeout, I’m worried with you being home alone."

Speaking about her being home alone, he frowned again: "Should we ask Auntie... never mind, Auntie has work. How about your friends? Do you have any friends who can come stay over?"

"My friends are abroad, my parents are teaching and definitely don’t have time. Rest assured, before you moved in I was always living alone, very alert. If I’m really bored I’ll go to Zhou Jilin’s and have a meal."

Seeing her speak confidently, Cheng Zhirang didn’t say more: "Then let’s install a surveillance alarm at the door."

"Okay okay, as you say. Let’s have dinner at your place, you’re going into the crew tomorrow, surely won’t have time to visit uncle and aunt."

He nodded, took her out.

This time visiting the Cheng Family, they finally didn’t encounter Lin Huanyue, that lunatic, peacefully finished a meal, didn’t stay long, and drove back.

While leaving the neighborhood, outside they saw a car, inside was someone slightly familiar passionately kissing the man in the driver’s seat.

Seems like that other lunatic... Wei Ling? That’s the name, right.

She tilted her head looking, Cheng Zhirang glanced along her line of sight when passing the barrier.

Then slightly frowned: "Qiuqiu."

Mu Qiu looked back at him: "You recognized them too? That’s Wei Ling, right? How come that man beside her also seems familiar."

"Showbiz circle, just exposed two days ago for being in a relationship with another female celebrity, yesterday for abusing his girlfriend, cheating."

Mu Qiu: "?!?"

"Goodness, what a thrilling drama! But how come you’re interested in this kind of gossip? Normally you don’t even follow your own news."

"Because he’s a teammate of Li Yang."