Ling Yichuan immediately became excited and patted the seat beside him, "Miss Jian, I have a seat here, come over, come over!"
Leng Yunlin patted his head, and as Ling Yichuan turned to look, he saw Yu Zexiao already glaring at him with fury. He almost let out a laugh. Did Xingxing really need to be so protective of his food? He hadn’t even said anything more provocative yet, and Yu Zexiao was already this angry. What would happen later when he played another "after-show" game? Wouldn’t Yu Xingxing eat him alive?
No, the game must go on, but he decided not to be the one to stick his neck out. Ling Yichuan’s peachy eyes swept around and caught sight of Lu Jiayuan, who was also looking at Jian Anning with shining eyes. A slight smirk formed at the corners of his lips.
Just, let’s test him!
Ling Yinuo pulled Jian Anning further inside. By coincidence, Yu Zexiao was the natural dividing line between their group and the crew members because he was part of both camps. Beside him, there was a large empty seat, and next to that, a little further away, was Lu Jiayuan.
Which means, if Jian Anning wanted to sit beside Yu Zexiao, she had to pass by Lu Jiayuan’s seat.
And if she wanted to sit somewhere else—impossible! Judging by Yu Zexiao’s fierce demeanor, she was sure that if she dared to sit next to another man, she probably wouldn’t live to see the sunrise tomorrow......
Lu Jiayuan had been sitting in his own spot the entire time, unaffected by the ruckus. However, when Jian Anning passed by him and gently said, "Excuse me," his head involuntarily lifted. From his angle, all he could see was her exquisite body curve. A faint fragrance wafted from her. His gaze rose, meeting her soft, slender waist. Above that, stood her proud and erect snowy peaks. Having spent a lot of time in Hollywood where there were plenty of voluptuous European and American women, Jian Anning’s figure wasn’t as exaggerated, but it was well proportioned, exuding a natural and healthy allure.
Lu Jiayuan’s eyes suddenly deepened substantially.
Perhaps it was because the clothes Ling Yinuo wore weren’t fully tailored yet, so they were cut to fit her own body. And since Jian Anning’s figure was quite similar, it was as if the attire was made to measure for her. Such tailor-made garments meant that the deep seam of the dress, in sync with her movements, became clearly visible. Combined with the silk fabric reflecting a faint cold light in the dim illumination, it made the heart skip a beat.
He couldn’t help but think, if he had controlled himself back then and hadn’t gotten together with Cheng Tingting, but with her instead, could he now be openly holding her slim waist, unrestrainedly enjoying her beauty?
Just as Lu Jiayuan was lost in his wild musings, Jian Anning’s high heel became unsteady, and she was tilting to the side, making her balance precarious. She wobbled for a moment, about to fall!
"Careful!" Lu Jiayuan couldn’t hold back this time, and immediately reached out, intending to embrace her.
But what he hadn’t expected was that someone else was faster, for just as he extended his hand, a fair and slender hand stretched out, firmly encircling her waist, guiding her teetering body to the side—