Chapter 1257: Restless Longings

“Didn’t it just wrap up not long ago?

I’ve been checking the crew’s official blog every day and even followed several popular video apps’ Weibo accounts, digging for insider info, just waiting for it to air.”

“I thought the earliest would be next year.”

“Who is our Sister Yao?

The TV stations are practically fighting over her shows!”

“That’s great, that’s great!

More data to work with!”

Chu Yao was getting a headache from their noise, but she wasn’t impatient.

Her frown was purely because she was displeased about her schedule being leaked, but in front of her fans, she never showed a bad attitude.

If she wanted them to leave, she had to use a gentle tone: “Babies, you’ve seen me now, so go back soon.

Go in batches to avoid the taxi rush.

When the show airs, there’ll be plenty of opportunities to meet, no rush, okay?”

Her gentle “okay” made the group of “babies” instantly lose it.

Like they were under a spell, they obediently dispersed.

Sister Mi was quick, having the team deliver a bunch of small gifts in a short time, distributing them to the fans, asking them to keep quiet for now about “The Empress’s Killing” possibly airing soon.

She was practically worried sick; if she didn’t watch her mouth, Chu Yao spilled everything.

Is the show’s air date something that can be just casually mentioned!

Luckily, it’s not the first time this has happened.

Even if she’s mad, she’s not as frantic as before.

Once everyone had left, leaving only a few assistants watching from afar.

Mo Tingshen raised his hand to call one over, handing over a letter.

He took off his coat and draped it over Chu Yao, “It’s just the start of winter, and it’s still very cold.

When the snow melts, there’ll be another cold wave.

Look at what you’re wearing.

If you really step out of the airport, the wind will knock you over.”

“Nonsense!

Is my Sister Mi such an inconsiderate person?

She prepared a coat for me!”

Mo Tingshen chuckled, “You really have a point.”

Chu Yao stuffed her hand into his palm, “Didn’t I just run into you?

How would my brother let me feel cold?”

Mo Tingshen glanced down, his expression indifferent.

Chu Yao hooked her fingers around his, swaying them before retracting her hand, her brow furrowed as she was about to get angry, “What’s up, can’t I hold your hand?”

Mo Tingshen’s deep-set eyes slightly narrowed, a flash of complex emotion crossing them.

He pulled back her hand, squeezing it in his palm, “Hold it.”

Chu Yao shuffled closer with small steps, “I’m hungry.”

“What do you want to eat?”

Mo Tingshen gently pinched her palm, released her hand, and instead wrapped his arm around her shoulder, guiding her outside.

Chu Yao looked up at him, “Are you going to snitch to Sister Mi?”

“Depends on what you eat.”

“How about hot pot?”

Mo Tingshen’s eyebrows twitched, “Not on a diet anymore?”

“I lost three pounds, don’t believe me, feel it yourself.”

Chu Yao naturally grabbed his hand, placing it on her waist.

Before he could even move, she rested her fingers on his, guiding him to squeeze her waist.

“See, no extra fat at all.

I’m 92 pounds now, perfectly proportioned.

Even if I gain three pounds back from one hot pot meal, it’s fine!”

Chu Yao proudly boasted to him.

Mo Tingshen just felt his fingers slightly burning.

If only it were through the suit, but Chu Yao had directly put his hand inside the coat, pressing against that thin dress, and it wasn’t just her waist; he could clearly feel her bones.

Yet her expression showed no hint of awkwardness.

He was the one feeling unsettled, and as she raised her head to look at him with those eyes, a sudden feeling of being shameless and despicable washed over him.