When Song Xi woke up the next day, she found that Lou Yuming had not left.
He was sitting on the sofa, legs crossed, "Breakfast is on the table. After you eat, I have something to ask you."
His voice revealed no emotion, yet it was strangely unsettling.
Usually, he would have left by this time. Not only did he not leave today, but he even had breakfast bought for her. Had the sun risen in the west?
Song Xi thought she was still dreaming and slapped herself.
Lou Yuming: "..."
After a quick wash, Song Xi went to the dining table. She had no appetite. After taking a sip of soy milk, she asked, "What is it?"
Lou Yuming walked over and looked down at her, "Eat a bit more."
His understated attitude made Song Xi's scalp tingle.
"If you have something to say, just say it. If you regret last night's incident, then—"
"Who is Qin Feng?"
Song Xi froze, and the next second, she got angry, "Did you snoop on my phone?"
Lou Yuming's eyes deepened, "You told me the password yourself."
Song Xi paused, seeming to recall.
He grasped her chin, "I'll give you a chance to explain."
Song Xi turned her head away, "What's there to explain? He's just an overly confident man. What, are you jealous?"
Her nonchalant demeanor dispelled Lou Yuming's doubts.
"You're overthinking it." He gripped the back of the chair and pulled it back, sitting down.
Song Xi's curiosity was piqued. She took a bite of the bun and leaned closer to him, "If I really had something with him, what would you do?"
Lou Yuming expressionlessly pushed her back with his finger, "Take you to the hospital."
"?"
"To get a pair of glasses."
Song Xi snorted and looked at his face as she took a hearty gulp of soy milk.
Lou Yuming leisurely peeled an egg and then placed it in her bowl.
"Handle this properly."
Whether it was because he peeled the egg so well or because his tone was so gentle, Song Xi felt as if she had been tamed by him, entranced, and swallowed the egg in one go.
Lou Yuming touched her head with satisfaction.
At 7:30, Song Xi arrived at the film set.
She had slept a little late yesterday, mainly because Lou Yuming had tossed and turned her several times. This morning, she had also been fed buns and soy milk by him, and now her face was a little puffy.
The stylist didn't think so. Her face was small, and even if it was a bit swollen, it wouldn't be noticeable. Instead…
"Honey, why does your hair smell like egg?"
Song Xi: "…………"
"Qin Shuai is treating everyone to iced Americanos! Those who want one, come out and get it quickly!"
Someone suddenly shouted from outside, followed by a rush of staff and other actors. Only Song Xi was left.
Although she needed coffee to reduce swelling, she could do without Qin Feng's.
"Song Xi."
Speak of the devil. Qin Feng appeared, dressed in a cyan robe and holding a folding fan.
If it weren't for yesterday's incident, Song Xi would have had a good impression of him. But now, she only found him hypocritical and greasy.
He smiled and handed the iced Americano in his hand to Song Xi.
Song Xi gave an awkward smile, said "Thank you," but didn't drink it, placing it on the table.
Qin Feng fanned himself ostentatiously, "You're not even giving me this little face?"
"I'm allergic to coffee."
He said "oh" and glanced warily behind him, then gritted his teeth, "I waited for you all night!"
Song Xi saw the hickey on his neck and sneered inwardly, "Sorry, I had something to do yesterday."
"Really?" Qin Feng clearly didn't believe her. He closed his fan and lightly tapped her face with it, "Alright, considering your young age, I'll give you another chance. This is special treatment for you…"
"Brother Qin!" She suddenly said with a serious expression, "Actually, there's something I've never told you. I have… genital warts."
Although saying this was detrimental to her image, as a newcomer, she definitely couldn't afford to offend Qin Feng.
So, this was the only way to make him stop bothering her.
"What?"
Song Xi found the disgusting cauliflower picture on Weibo and cried, "It was with my ex-boyfriend. He infected me…"
Before she could finish speaking, Qin Feng recoiled, looking disgusted, "You! How could you be so promiscuous! And you still dare to come to the set to film when you're like this?"
"This disease only spreads through sexual contact, Brother Qin. Don't tell anyone,呜呜呜…"
Song Xi looked extremely wronged. She reached out to pull him, but Qin Feng, scared, turned and ran, almost bumping into the stylist.
"What's wrong with Qin Shuai?"
Song Xi put away her wronged expression and shook her head, "Maybe he's allergic to coffee."