In the cramped dressing room, Su Qianqian was pressed against the door by the man who had just entered, his arm wrapping around her slender waist.
He lowered his head, aiming straight for her soft, rosy lips.
At the last moment, Su Qianqian tilted her head back slightly, evading the kiss.
Gu Chengyu frowned, displeased.
Why was she refusing him now?
Su Qianqian checked the tracking data from "007" and saw Lin Shu’s movements—she had just left the lounge and was heading toward the dressing room.
The young woman’s eyes curved with mischief and shyness, her voice sweet and delicate. "Young Master Gu, how was my first scene? Did I dance well?"
Gu Chengyu looked down at the radiant face gazing up at him, her expression begging for praise.
She wouldn’t let him kiss her, yet she wanted compliments?
Hmph.
The desire in his eyes was replaced by playful teasing.
He pinched her delicate chin, his tone laced with his usual arrogance. "Mediocre at best."
"Your back wasn’t arched enough, your gaze wandered twice, and that spin—tsk—lacked power."
With each criticism, Su Qianqian’s plump lips pouted further, her watery eyes accusing him as if she’d been deeply wronged.
Gu Chengyu watched her pitiful expression, his Adam’s apple bobbing silently.
He knew he couldn’t push her further—any more teasing, and she’d be beyond consoling.
His thumb, which had been gripping her chin, now brushed gently over her cheek, his voice softening with indulgence. "But…"
He drew out the word, watching as she held her breath, ears perked.
Gu Chengyu couldn’t help but chuckle, admiration coloring his tone. "You nailed the attitude."
"Innocent yet seductive, pure yet alluring, charming without being vulgar."
He paused, watching her eyes brighten with anticipation before continuing, "A hundred times better than those who try too hard."
Su Qianqian’s heart skipped a beat, flustered by the praise before excitement bubbled up inside her.
If the heir of the Gu family said so, then she must truly have talent in acting.
After all, in the original story, his arrogant and critical nature meant he never bothered with lies.
Gathering her courage, she looped her slender, jade-white arms around his neck and tugged lightly, urging him to bend lower.
Gu Chengyu raised a brow but obediently leaned down.
Rising onto her tiptoes, she pressed her soft lips lightly against his, then quickly pecked him a few more times, like a bird pecking at seeds.
"A reward for you!"
Her eyes curved into crescents. "Thank you for the praise, Young Master Gu."
As if that was enough.
Gu Chengyu’s large hand clamped around her tiny waist, yanking her flush against him, while the other cradled the back of her head to hold her in place.
He captured her lips without mercy, savoring them as if he could never get enough—sucking her lower lip, grazing the upper, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, relishing their tenderness.
"Young Master Gu…" Su Qianqian melted against him, breathless as if he’d stolen all her oxygen.
"I can’t… breathe."
Gu Chengyu pulled back just enough to let her gasp for air, his forehead resting against hers, noses brushing, their heated breaths mingling.
His voice was rough with amusement. "Still haven’t learned how to breathe after all this time? How hopeless."
His thumb traced her kiss-swollen lips, his gaze darkening. "Tonight, I’ll teach you properly. Understood?"
"And you’ll dance for me in this outfit—only for me."
"After that, I’ll do this…" He sealed his words with another hard kiss.
"And then that…"
His gaze trailed pointedly over the curves barely concealed by her sheer costume.
Su Qianqian’s face burned scarlet, her small hands flying up to cover his mouth, silencing his shameless words.
Gu Chengyu chuckled, pressing a kiss into her palm instead.
She jerked her hand back, startled by the tingling sensation, but he seized the chance to kiss her again, murmuring against her lips, "Sweetheart, how can you be so soft? So sweet?"
"I can’t get enough of touching you—or tasting you."
"You’ve consumed my thoughts, little temptress. You’ve stolen my soul."
"And that waist of yours swaying just right, that look in your eyes at the end—so damn enticing. I was completely undone."
Lin Shu stood frozen outside the door, her hand gripping the handle.
The noise from the set had masked the voices inside until she drew closer.
["You’ve stolen my soul."]
Her mind buzzed with white noise.
Gu Chengyu? Su Qianqian?
That plain, insignificant assistant?
How dare she?
When had she… when had she climbed into Gu Chengyu’s bed?
Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!
Betrayal, humiliation, and corrosive jealousy twisted Lin Shu’s beautiful face into something nearly monstrous.
She bit down hard on her lower lip, stifling the scream of rage clawing at her throat.
