Chapter 57: Just Like Agreeing to Marry Him

Shen Jixing’s cool, clear voice fell upon their ears.

Zhou Yili’s spine stiffened almost instantly, feeling the faint fragrance brush past his ear, and the sensitive, fragile scar couldn’t help but burn with a subtle heat.

What now, is the scar recognizing its owner?

Zhou Yili said nothing. Shen Jixing glanced at him sideways. “Hm?”

The agent caught that fleeting look, his tone slightly raised, and immediately understood why Zhou Yili was so fixated.

Who wouldn’t be drawn in by such allure?

Young Princess Zhou probably would remember even a single glance exchanged with him for a lifetime.

But Zhou Yili was hardly that lacking in composure. “Didn’t you leave?”

Shen Jixing met his slightly cold gaze and answered with an indifferent hum.

That was it?

The agent watched the two of them—indeed, that was it. Shen Jixing’s reputation for being laconic was well deserved.

Just as he was about to put away the materials, Zhou Yili’s hand suddenly landed on top. “Is this all?”

The agent blinked. “?”

Shen Jixing lowered his gaze for a look.

Before he could see anything, the agent snapped the folder shut, trapping Zhou Yili’s fingers inside.

He cast a seasoned, knowing look at Zhou Yili—the meaning was clear: Don’t let your pride get in the way. While he’s here, seize the chance. If you miss it, you’ll have only yourself to blame—and you’ll torment me, your old man, too!

Zhou Yili remained silent, his expression cold.

“Let me take a look,” Shen Jixing offered, reaching for the materials.

The agent was beside himself—he couldn’t refuse, not to Shen Jixing. He handed the folder over, Zhou Yili’s hand still wedged inside.

That hand moved along with the folder, not withdrawing.

Truth be told, there was a certain charm in Zhou Yili’s sulky, proud manner.

The agent felt he’d grown used to Zhou Yili’s antics.

Shen Jixing calmly pretended not to notice. When Zhou Yili’s palm blocked the photo, Shen Jixing took his hand gently and moved it aside.

Zhou Yili’s lowered lashes trembled slightly.

His slender, well-defined hand hung suspended, allowing Shen Jixing to hold it at will.

Shen Jixing glanced at the photo.

It was a handsome young man, a boy-band member with delicate features and a soft, cool puppy-like aura.

“He is quite attractive,” Shen Jixing admitted.

Then he lifted his long, dense lashes and looked at Zhou Yili, his voice steady as ever, asking,

“But weren’t you hoping for me?”

Shen Jixing was merely making a routine inquiry.

Yet he felt the hand in his palm grow increasingly hot.

Zhou Yili’s gaze faltered, as if he hadn’t processed the implication of his words.

Was Shen Jixing agreeing to the shoot?

“Smack—”

The agent deftly closed the folder and produced a contract out of nowhere. “Naturally, there’s no one else… Please sign here, yes, right there.”

Shen Jixing signed at the bottom with a flourish.

The agent, holding the contract, could hardly believe it—had he really managed to rope in the film king?

Perhaps his brain was momentarily short-circuiting; he glanced at Zhou Yili and asked, “Should I cut the kissing scene—”

Zhou Yili gave him a cold, narrow-eyed stare.

The agent retreated regretfully. “Never mind, I’ll take my leave.”

He’d asked too much; this kid probably wanted even more scenes added.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, the sunset burned fiery red. Zhou Yili let Shen Jixing hold his hand.

He asked idly, “Did you actually finish reading the script before agreeing to sign?”

When Sikong Xiu wrote the script, he’d said the character was based on Shen Jixing.

He hadn’t refused, but hadn’t expected Shen Jixing to show up.

Meaning, if nothing had happened to Shen Jixing, he might have received a cameo invitation from Zhou Yili’s company anyway.

“I finished it. It’s not long,” Shen Jixing replied calmly. “The story’s good—I quite like it.”

The warmth in Zhou Yili’s palm increased.

Shen Jixing must be mad.

He actually liked the idea of filming a kiss scene with him.

He wasn’t being vain; it was simply that Shen Jixing showed no restraint at all.

“How long do you plan to keep holding my hand?”

Since Shen Jixing had taken his hand, the two of them hadn’t let go.

Their equally slender, clean hands entwined—Shen Jixing’s skin was even paler.

This time, Shen Jixing wasn’t embarrassed. “Your hand is hot—it’s quite warm.”

Autumn was a bit chilly; after venturing outside, his fingers were cold.

He was about to withdraw his hand.

Zhou Yili, unconcerned, clasped it and slid it into his trouser pocket, scoffing, “So delicate.”

Then he led him downstairs.

“What were you up to?” he asked casually.

Shen Jixing glanced at their hands intertwined in the silver-gray suit pocket.

It felt oddly strange—now, he was touching not just Zhou Yili’s hand, but his body heat as well.

Entering the elevator, Shen Jixing discreetly withdrew his fingers, pressing the B1 button with a faintly reddened fingertip.

“I met a friend.”

Zhou Yili glanced at his fingers, catching onto something.

“You don’t have any friends besides me, do you?”

Shen Jixing blinked his beautiful, cool eyes slowly.

Before he could reply, the elevator chimed and opened. Zhou Yili’s strong, slender arm wrapped around his shoulders, easily guiding him out.

The sharp, handsome man in a silver-gray suit, arm around a youth in a snow-white casual shirt, the two walked, chatting and laughing, toward a certain go-kart in the underground garage.

“So you were lying to me. I always wondered how anyone could have zero friends.”

“You came to see me, so it was really to…”

“Am I just a sucker for you to freeload meals, drinks, and a place to stay?!”

Zhou Yili’s mood had shifted from gloom to brightness; even his gritted words carried a touch of proud laughter.

Shen Jixing stumbled slightly in his embrace, finding it oddly amusing.

Being called a sucker seemed to hit a life lesson.

“I did think about that, but it’s not my main reason…”

The hand on his shoulder tightened. Feeling a twinge of pain, Shen Jixing frowned, stumbling into Zhou Yili and lightly chided, “Zhou Yili, be gentle, don’t walk so fast…”

In the corner of the underground garage, red lights flashed.

A bodyguard, clad in black, leaned against a pillar, lazily chewing a lollipop while recording video.

“I had to investigate, and I won’t say who got defensive…”

Not until the two got into the car did Mu Si finally put away his phone, humming a tune as he quietly left the garage.

Inside the car.

Shen Jixing felt his shoulder aching, rubbing it slowly.

The engine remained off.

Zhou Yili mused that he hadn’t actually used much force—was this man made of paper? Even a squeeze seemed to hurt. Back then…

Back then, he remembered coaxing him, but his head had been so muddled he barely recalled what he’d done, only that he’d been focused on him.

His actions often outpaced his reasoning; before his mind caught up, he was already unbuttoning Shen Jixing’s shirt.

Shen Jixing hadn’t realized it either. “?”

Zhou Yili met his cool, puzzled gaze and said succinctly, “Let me see.”

Shen Jixing’s long lashes fluttered twice, and he replied in a soft voice, “No need.”

Zhou Yili released his hand. “Oh.”

He seemed a bit off tonight.

It felt as if Shen Jixing agreeing to film the MV was akin to agreeing to marry him.

—

Indeed, something was off.

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