Fog Returns to the Capital

Chapter 31 Let's... let's try again, okay...

In that instant, the phrase "asking a question one already knows the answer to" came to Li Wu's mind.

She lowered her head, not daring to look at Zhou Jinghuai again.

"Li Li."

He suddenly called her that.

His voice was deep and magnetic, his calm tone carrying a hint of patience, "These are all normal things, don't worry about them too much. As for how far you can go in the future, that depends on yourself, doesn't it?"

They were very close; Li Wu could touch him with just a slight tilt of her head. She knew it was her pathetic pride that was holding her back, and her voice was muffled as she spoke, "Sir, am I conflicted...?"

She clearly knew that his words actually left her room for maneuver.

Zhou Jinghuai said calmly, "Don't think about it, just accept it."

"Take Yichen's script if you like it, or choose another one if you don't."

"..."

Li Wu hesitated for a moment, then boldly reached out and hugged Zhou Jinghuai's waist. When she looked up at him, her eyes were stunningly beautiful.

"Many people in the industry would kill for a script by Director Shen, how could a small actor like me have the right to be picky?"

Zhou Jinghuai smiled. "Is that so?"

He then casually added, "You can choose anytime."

Zhou Jinghuai looked down at her, his dark, deep eyes, like an inky sea, held a tenderness that even he himself could hardly perceive.

Li Wu felt a slight tremor in her heart.

Because of what he said, and also because of... the way he looked at her.

At that time, Li Wu did not know what that gaze meant; she only felt that it was exceptionally dark and deep, as if it wanted to suck her whole body in.

Li Wu, holding Zhou Jinghuai's hand, suddenly felt somewhat lost.

She hurriedly withdrew her hand, not daring to meet Zhou Jinghuai's gaze again, her soft voice carrying a hint of detachment, "It's getting late, you should get some rest."

talking.

Li Wu was about to get up.

Zhou Jinghuai was tall and imposing. With just his presence, Li Wu's figure appeared petite in comparison, almost as if she were trapped between him and the sofa.

Zhou Jinghuai wouldn't let him pass, and Li Wu really couldn't stand up immediately.

"Mr. Zhou, could you please move aside a little so I can get up?"

Li Wu spoke softly and obediently, her voice trailing off like a hook that could make one's heart flutter.

"What are you going to do if I don't allow it?"

Zhou Jinghuai looked down at her, his tone unhurried yet inexplicably imposing.

"...Aren't you bullying me...?"

When she met his deep-set eyes, Li Wu's voice grew softer and softer.

Even though the room was in a temperature-controlled environment, Li Wu felt her palms were sweaty, and an inexplicable sense of nervousness gradually spread from the bottom of her heart.

"Bullying?"

Zhou Jinghuai slowly repeated those three words, a faint smile seemingly hidden in his eyes as he looked at her. "Is that so?"

“Exactly!” Li Wu raised her voice slightly to express her affirmation.

Zhou Jinghuai smiled, a smile of indulgence.

It seems that whatever Li Wu says goes.

moment.

Li Wu's face flushed red.

Even without touching it, she could feel the burning heat on her face.

Zhou Jinghuai leaned forward slightly, and Li Wu subconsciously stepped back.

But behind Li Wu was the sofa, leaving her with almost nowhere to retreat. Her petite frame was practically enveloped by his tall figure. "Mr. Zhou, what are you doing..."

As she spoke cautiously, Li Wu's nervousness intensified, even bordering on instinctive fear. "Didn't you say I was bullying you?"

Zhou Jinghuai spoke slowly and deliberately.

It seemed that each syllable, falling gently and slowly, glided over Li Wu's heart, which was beating faster and faster. Light and slow, yet each syllable perfectly matched the beating of her heart.

"What are you so nervous about?" Zhou Jinghuai looked down at her and suddenly asked.

"I didn't!" Li Wu knew he could see through her, but she still wanted to struggle.

"Really not?"

Zhou Jinghuai continued to ask, his voice deep and magnetic.

Li Wu fell silent for a moment, only swallowing softly.

She felt enveloped in a crisp, clean aura. Her throat was dry, and she could only breathe in a little fresh air very carefully.

Because the indoor temperature was constant, and Li Wu had already washed up, she was only wearing a loose, soft, light-colored dress.

Perhaps due to her nervousness, she involuntarily stepped back, and unintentionally, the soft, loose hem of her skirt slipped down, bunching up to her thighs. A small, barely visible corner of her pure white skin was revealed.

Zhou Jinghuai had originally intended to smooth out her skirt, but when he accidentally touched it, he gently hooked it. He looked down at her beautiful eyes, which were now pounding with panic, and continued to ask her questions calmly.

"Are you really afraid?"

Li Wu turned slightly to the side, unable to resist gently nuzzling against him. Her voice was low and soft, as if it were just slipping from her lips, yet she still refused to admit it, "There's no..."

He was already trembling slightly with fear, but he just wouldn't admit it.

Zhou Jinghuai slightly curled his lips.

He leaned down and gently kissed her eyes and cheeks, then slowly took her soft lips into his mouth, soothing her gently.

At first, it was just a slight chill.

Then a gentle breeze seeped in, one by one.

Li Wu felt a tightness in her throat.

I felt my heart was about to leap out of my throat.

Li Wu didn't actually reject Zhou Jinghuai's touch; in fact, she quite liked it.

Patience, meticulousness, gentleness, and a subtle sense of respect that she could sense.

But that moment of slow, gentle contact.

Li Wu's entire body still trembled slightly uncontrollably.

She reached out, wanting to hug him, but was afraid he would misunderstand and think she was rejecting him.

The moment her toes clenched tightly, Li Wu couldn't help but slightly hunch her body.
The fingers have distinct joints and are long and strong.

Like warm jade.

……

……

Perhaps because she had never experienced this before, Li Wu's slender and soft body trembled more and more as they approached. She bit her lip tightly.

We are enduring, and we are waiting.

……

Zhou Jinghuai looked down and saw Li Wu's face turn pale and her forehead beaded with cold sweat.

He paused, then pulled it out, smoothed her skirt, and said gently, "It's getting late, get some rest..."

talking.

Zhou Jinghuai was about to get up.

Li Wu's heart also trembled.

When she saw Zhou Jinghuai about to get up, she hesitated for a moment but still reached out and gently grabbed the hem of his clothes.

Her voice was very soft, with a noticeable tremor, "Try...try again, okay..."

(End of this chapter)