Quick Transmigration: The Beautiful Host Wants to Have Both Love and Career

Chapter 472 The Love and Career of a Beautiful Writer 10

They were so close they could feel each other's breath.

In the darkness, Sui Si's lips gently brushed against Jun Sui's earlobe, whispering seductively:

"Not paying attention to the movie?"

Before he could finish speaking, Jun Sui had already grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him.

The kiss began as gentle as a spring drizzle, tentatively lingering and caressing, but quickly grew hot, filled with an uncontrollable desire.

Jun Sui pressed the person into the seat, his palm resting on Sui Si's slender waist.

Sui Si's hand had somehow climbed onto Jun Sui's shoulder, while Jun Sui's other hand was firmly supporting the back of his neck.

Popcorn was left on the armrest of the seat, and condensation from the Coke cup dripped onto the overlapping hem of their clothes.

The two separated as if waking from a dream, when the screen suddenly lit up and the end credits began to roll.

Sui Si's hair was disheveled, her lips were glistening with moisture, and there were still fresh, faint teeth marks on her neck.

He hurriedly straightened his shirt, but Jun Sui grabbed his wrist.

"Um...the movie is over."

Jun Sui spoke dryly, his voice an octave lower than usual.

Sui Si wasn't much better off; his ears were bright red, and he cleared his throat, trying to appear calm.

"Yeah, it's really...not very good."

As the end credits rolled, they mechanically stood up and walked out of the theater one after the other, maintaining a subtle distance between them.

It wasn't until the blinding sunlight hit his face that Sui Si seemed to suddenly regain his ability to speak and began to complain.

"No wonder no one comes to see it,"

He rubbed his still slightly numb lips with the back of his hand. "Who would want to waste money watching this kind of movie?"

Jun Sui subconsciously replied, "Us."

Sui Si suddenly turned to look at him, her eyes wide: "..."

Jun Sui then realized what he had said and was speechless for a moment: "...I meant..."

"Shut up, you."

Sui Si interrupted him, her face flushed, but she couldn't hide the smile on her lips.

He strode towards the parking lot, with Jun following closely behind. The atmosphere between the two was both ambiguous and sweet.

As he approached the car, Sui Si suddenly turned around and nearly bumped into Jun Sui, who was following closely behind.

The two looked at each other closely for a second, then laughed at the same time.

"next time..."

Sui Si said in a low voice, "Let's pick a good movie."

Jun Sui nodded and reached out to open the passenger door for Sui Si: "Or... let's just not watch the movie."

Sui Si climbed into the car and muttered softly before Jun Sui closed the door, "...It's not impossible."

The car door closed, shutting out their flushed cheeks and racing hearts.

Perhaps the movie wasn't a complete waste of time; at least it confirmed one thing for them—they were more fascinated by each other than by the story on screen.

"Ah Sui, I'm a little hungry."

Sui Si stretched lazily, sunlight streaming through the mall's skylight and casting a long, slender silhouette on him.

He tilted his head to look at Jun Sui beside him, his fingers unconsciously twirling the cuff of the other's coat.

Jun Sui was looking at a map on his phone when he heard this. He looked up, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"What do you want to eat? There's a newly opened Japanese restaurant nearby, and the reviews say the sashimi is especially fresh."

Sui Si's eyes suddenly lit up, and a sly smile curved his lips: "I want to eat fire..."

"You can't eat spicy food."

Jun Sui interrupted him almost reflexively, realizing her mistake as soon as the words left her mouth, her ears burning slightly.

He turned his face away, his eyes unconsciously darting away, but he caught a glimpse of Sui Si's puzzled expression out of the corner of his eye.

Sui Si was stunned, his brows furrowing slightly: "???"

He opened his mouth as if to ask a question, but the moment he met Jun Sui's gaze, he understood something.

Jun Sui's eyes seemed to speak volumes; his clear pupils clearly conveyed:

"Last night...it was too much, and too harsh. I was afraid you would feel uncomfortable."

His eyes held a mixture of concern, heartache, and a hint of barely perceptible pride.

"..."

Sui Si's face flushed bright red instantly, the blush spreading from her ears all the way down her neck.

He bit his lower lip, glared at Jun Sui with embarrassment and annoyance, and said, "Fine, fine."

He gritted his teeth and said, enunciating each word clearly, "Let's go eat hot pot! I'll have mushroom soup, is that alright?"

Jun Sui immediately put away his phone, took a step closer ingratiatingly, and gently hooked his finger around Sui Si's little finger:

"Okay, okay, of course."

He softened his voice, his tone clearly meant to coax.

"I know a hot pot restaurant whose mushroom soup is especially delicious. The soup base is made by simmering old hen and beef bones for a full eight hours, and they even give you a bunny-shaped custard bun."

"Are you trying to coax a child?"

Sui Si snorted coldly, but did not shake off Jun Sui's hand, letting him lead her forward.

"Also, you're not allowed to order spicy hot pot and wave it in front of me."

"As you command, sir."

Jun Sui laughed and made a comical salute, "I'll eat clear soup with you today, I promise not a drop of chili oil!"

Sui Si glanced at him sideways, her tone teasing: "Come on, you clearly can't live without spicy food."

He knew Jun Sui's tastes too well; this guy could turn the dipping sauce bowl blood red when he ate hot pot.

Jun Sui suddenly leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against Sui Si's earlobe:

"But more than chili peppers, I prefer..."

The warm breath brushed against her earlobe, and the last few words were so soft they were almost inaudible, yet they instantly turned Sui Si's neck pink.

"Shut up, you!"

Sui Si nudged Jun Sui's ribs with her elbow, the force as soft as a pout, "In public..."

Jun Sui chuckled and dodged away, then casually put his arm around Sui Si's shoulder: "What did I say?"

I was just saying I care more about your feelings than the chili peppers.

He blinked, looking completely innocent. "What did you think I was going to say?"

"My lord! Follow me!"

Sui Si gritted her teeth and called him by his full name, but her voice faltered because her secret had been exposed. "If you keep doing this, I'll go home and..."

"Just what?"

Jun Sui, undeterred by the danger, pressed on, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Are you going to punish me by making me wash the dishes, or...?"

Sui Si suddenly stopped in his tracks. In the bustling mall corridor, he turned around and looked directly at Jun Sui, slightly raising his chin:

"I'll make you sleep on the sofa for a month."

After saying that, he raised an eyebrow provocatively, but couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

Jun Sui's smile froze on his face: "No, I was wrong."

He immediately backed down, clasping his hands together in a pleading gesture, "Mushroom soup hot pot, bunny-shaped steamed buns, plus your favorite bamboo fungus and shrimp paste, it's on me."

Seeing Jun Sui's expression, Sui Si finally couldn't help but laugh:

"Virtue."

He turned and continued walking forward, his voice brimming with barely concealed laughter, "And I'll add an extra serving of handmade beef balls, the freshest kind!"

"no problem!"

Jun quickly caught up, took Sui Si's hand again, and their fingers intertwined.

"Add another serving of your favorite fresh tofu, along with shrimp paste, tripe, and beef aorta..."

As he spoke, he carefully counted the dishes that Sui Si liked.

"Oh, and one more brown sugar glutinous rice cake, don't you always say you want something sweet after hot pot?"

Sui Si gave a soft "hmm" and scratched Jun Sui's palm with her fingers, as if to say she had forgiven him.

Upon arriving at the hot pot restaurant, Jun Sui kept his promise and ordered a yin-yang pot—one side with mushroom broth and the other side with... tomato broth.

Sui Si stared at the bright red tomato hot pot sign on the menu, his fingertips lightly tapping the table:

"Didn't we agree to have clear soup for everyone?"

When he looked up, his eyelashes cast delicate shadows under his eyes, and his tone carried a hint of reproach.

"Tomatoes definitely count as a clear soup!"

Jun Sui pointed to the menu with a self-righteous air, deliberately raising his voice slightly.

"Look at the ingredient list, zero chili peppers and zero Sichuan peppercorns!"

He deftly pushed the page with the bamboo fungus and shrimp paste printed on it in front of Sui Si.

"And I also ordered tripe to be cooked in the 'seven dips and eight simmers' method, as well as your favorite brown sugar glutinous rice cakes, freshly fried and piping hot..."

"A-Sui."

Sui Si suddenly interrupted his rapid-fire sales pitch, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the edge of the porcelain bowl.

The warm yellow light fell on his profile, and the curve of his drooping eyelashes resembled a butterfly about to take flight.

"Actually, I'm not that delicate."

His voice was so soft it was almost swallowed up by the sound of the hot pot boiling.