Not even revealing a sliver of skin, not even her delicate wrist, yet she received such high praise from Lu Jincheng.
"Baby, you look so stunning!"
There was emotion, a compliment, and even a Squirtle thumbs-up emoji.
Did the contrast really have to be this glaring?
Mou Keyan, who had been quietly observing like a bystander, couldn’t help but squint and comment.
That sigh of hers was incredibly subtle.
Having been with Lu Jincheng for so long, Mou Keyan had a pretty solid understanding of the women around him.
There were only a select few who would receive this kind of treatment.
Zhong Ruixi, the junior whom she’d interacted with a few times, Lu’s Bai Yueguang.
Zhou Sinin from the neighboring school, Lu’s business partner, whom she’d once chatted with briefly at the company.
It was rumored there was another girl hiding somewhere at the neighboring school, but she didn’t know much about her.
"But it’s still different. At least right now, with you, I can be utterly and completely myself."
Lu Jincheng grinned as he glanced over at her.
Just with his clever, quick-witted responses alone, he could publish a book for all the guys out there to learn from for ages.
What does it mean to be a top-tier master?
With just one sentence, he had Mou Keyan smiling from ear to ear, her heart brimming with joy.
Even though, on the surface, it didn’t seem like the senior was envious of how others were treated.
But with that one line, Lu Jincheng had effectively engraved the phrase "You’re the most special" deep into her heart.
Soon enough, the proactive senior gave what was probably the best response one could imagine.
The young woman pouted, flipped over, and once again pinned Lu Jincheng beneath her.
She leaned down, brought her face close to his ear, and exhaled softly, her breath warm and fragrant.
"Why would you be yourself, huh?"
Lu Jincheng kept his head lowered, his gaze fixed on his phone.
"...I think I’m rested enough."
That sentence nearly spelled out one thing.
Miao Miao’s blood tank, which had just been emptied, had already automatically refilled itself.
Lu Jincheng licked his lips, lifted his head, and didn’t reply.
Instead, he gently stroked Mou Keyan’s curls, allowing himself to calmly savor the simple joy of holding her close, an uncommon kind of peace for him.
Actually, just the act of skin-to-skin contact, holding each other quietly, feeling each other’s warmth, hearing each other’s breathing and heartbeat, and having a simple chat—this, too, was a kind of unadorned happiness.
Two silky pale thighs sprawled in front of Lu Jincheng.
The nightgown consisted of a few barely-there pieces of fabric, so short it couldn’t cover the tantalizing curves of Mou Keyan.
But she showed no intention of covering up, only gazing at him with a soft, teasing smile.
"Maybe... forget it."
"If you’re feeling rested, we should probably just go to sleep. Don’t you have to move tomorrow?"
Facing the rejuvenated, full-of-energy young lady, Lu Jincheng only waved her off.
But sometimes, instinct isn’t something you can suppress just because your mood is calm.
Even with his muscles unwilling to exert much effort, staring at the alluring Mou Keyan in the dark, his heart obediently worked overtime, like a sponge soaking up water, rapidly filling and pumping.
The young woman instantly noticed his quickened heartbeat. She bent down slightly and revealed the answer to the riddle.
"Aren’t you afraid of delaying work?"
Lu Jincheng’s pace of speech quickened, his pitch rising slightly as he retorted.
"It shouldn’t affect work, right?"
Mou Keyan covered her mouth with a smile, loosened her grip, and suddenly sat up straight.
She raised her arms high, tying her cascading curls into a twist and flipping them back behind her.
Next, her soft and delicate milk-white arms wrapped around his neck, her cool, tender lips pressing against his.
"I want you to be even more unapologetic..."
"I want you to be yourself."
Then, a deep, lingering kiss followed, profound and passionate.
When the wind stopped, love didn’t dissipate; it simply transformed into something else lingering in the air.
The outcome of throwing caution to the wind was self-explanatory.
The senior was utterly ruined.
She lay limply on his chest, her limbs sprawled out like a sleeping kitten, draped motionless across the bed.
"Wuwuwu... I’m telling you, if I can’t get out of bed tomorrow, it’s not because I’m slacking..."
Lu Jincheng stared aimlessly at the ceiling, his eyes blank, taking half a day to squeeze out two words in response.
As meticulous as Mou Keyan was, even she couldn’t have imagined just how exhausted he was from his workload over the past few days.
The fact that he performed the way he did was a testament to his exceptional talent, overflowing stamina, and thorough preparation beforehand.
Lu Jincheng picked up the leftover half-bottle of green tea on the nightstand and gulped it down in one go.
"Am I useless? After all that training, my stamina still sucks."
In the room, the girl’s voice, sweet as honey, betrayed her barely-contained delight.
"If you debut, your stamina will only get better."
Lu Jincheng hugged Mou Keyan, pulled up a blanket, and covered their waists as he replied.
"Don’t say that too soon. I don’t even think I can debut."
Mou Keyan pursed her lips, clearly not holding out much hope herself.
After all, work was one thing, and following orders was another.
Seeing the strength of the other contestants made her doubt herself.
"But hey... if I really do debut, what are you planning to do?"
Her bright, glimmering eyes sparkled in the dark.
"Your streaming contract still has a few months left. Brand sponsors might have concerns, and we might need to find new faces for some of the ads."
"Let’s see if Ji Shu can step up. Her work capabilities are pretty solid."
Lu Jincheng laughed while ruffling her cheek, casually mapping out Ji Shu’s potential role.
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Mou Keyan sounded uncertain.
"As far as the niche goes, it doesn’t seem like an issue. I get the sense she’s promising enough, especially judging from how she handled the traffic surge these past few days."
"She’s meticulous, a good communicator, and her growth potential in live streaming seems strong."
"She’s not like you—live streaming won’t be a lifelong gig for her. From an MCN company’s perspective, she might not have the long-term prospects."
Mou Keyan listened carefully to Lu Jincheng’s analysis and nodded along.
From the sound of it, the boss held much higher expectations for her and had a more expansive vision for her future.
"You’re so good to her... At this rate, Ji Shu might just fall head over heels for you."
Mou Keyan tightened her arms around Lu Jincheng’s shoulders, locking eyes with him, her tone laced with a hint of something deeper.
"Plus, she totally has her eyes on you."
"Don’t tell me you’re just pushing her streams because she’s pretty, hoping to get something in return?"
"No way. She’s been to my room, and I didn’t even make a move. Do I look like that kind of guy?"
Lu Jincheng replied with a straight face, calm and collected.
"You absolutely are."
"You completely are."
Mou Keyan playfully nibbled on his finger, murmuring with a coquettish nasal tone.