I am a historical film director in the entertainment industry.

"Why should I blame you?" Hu Jing couldn't help but laugh, her voice full of gratitude: "I haven't properly thanked you for saving me yet. If you hadn't pulled me back in time, that car would probably have crashed into me, and it wouldn't have been as simple as just spraining my ankle."

As she spoke, she tried to gently push Cheng Sheng away—being supported so tightly by him, the sensation of their skin touching was clearly felt, and she couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable. She was also afraid of being seen by passersby, which would only cause unnecessary gossip.

But as soon as she moved her right foot slightly, a piercing pain shot through her ankle. Hu Jing couldn't help but gasp, her body swayed, and she almost fell again.

"Jing-jie, don't move!" Cheng Sheng quickly tightened his arms and supported her steadily, his tone urgent and concerned: "You can't force a sprained ankle, the more you move, the worse it will get. Let me help you sit down to the side first, and then we'll see how your ankle is."

Cheng Sheng carefully helped Hu Jing to a clean patch of grass by the roadside and helped her sit down slowly.

Then, he squatted down, his gaze gently sweeping over Hu Jing's ankle. Seeing that it was slightly swollen, he looked up at her and said in a gentle tone, "I know a little massage. I studied with an old Chinese medicine doctor before, and it's not bad. Would you like me to give you a massage? It can relieve a lot of the pain."

Hu Jing was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the tall and handsome Cheng Sheng in front of her, and her cheeks inexplicably flushed.

A massage meant he would touch her skin, and the thought of it brought back unbearable memories, making her heart race.

Seeing that she remained silent, only blushing and staring blankly, Cheng Sheng jokingly said with a smile, "Sister Jing, if you don't say anything, I'll take that as your agreement."

Hearing this, Hu Jing suddenly came to her senses, subconsciously nodded, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "Then... then thank you."

Cheng Sheng smiled, stood up, glanced around, and finally pointed to a stone bench under a large tree not far away: "It's not convenient to massage here. The grass is wet with dew in the morning. It's fine to sit for a while, but you need to lie down to apply pressure for a massage. How about I carry you to that bench over there? It'll be more comfortable lying down, and I can better help you relieve the pain."

Before Hu Jing could respond, Cheng Sheng bent down, gently slipped his hands under her knees and back, and lifted her up in a perfect princess carry.

Hu Jing gasped and instinctively grabbed Cheng Sheng's clothes tightly with both hands, clinging to him like a drowning person grasping at a piece of driftwood.

In an instant, a strong and aggressive masculine aura swept over me.

After a morning run, the breath is like leather that has been exposed to the sun, a mixture of sweat and the heat of hormones, and the unique vigor of youth, like a male lion in the mating season, exuding a dangerous yet alluring aura.

The aura was so intense that Hu Jing's mind went blank for a moment, her cheeks burned uncontrollably, and her ears flushed slightly.

Fortunately, there were no passersby nearby, otherwise, being hugged like that by a complete stranger would have made her feel incredibly ashamed.

Hu Jing could clearly feel the warmth emanating from Cheng Sheng's chest. The warmth penetrated her thin morning running clothes, making her heart tremble. His heartbeat was steady and strong, one beat after another, as if striking her heart, making her own heartbeat involuntarily quicken, and even her breathing became rapid.

The intense pain from the sprained ankle was completely dissipated by this strong aroma, and I could barely feel it anymore.

She had never felt such a strong and impactful aura from her fiancé before—his aura was always bland and tasteless, unable to stir any ripples in her heart, while Cheng Sheng's aura was like a fire, instantly igniting those long-forgotten desires deep within her heart.

But this flutter of emotion also made her feel guilty—Cheng Sheng was Zeng Li's boyfriend, and she was getting married to her fiancé next year; she shouldn't have such inappropriate thoughts.

She secretly glanced at Cheng Sheng. His profile was well-defined, his jawline taut, exuding a calm and masculine charm. His arms were strong and powerful, and he held her effortlessly. The warmth of his palms seeped through his clothes, a warmth she had never felt from her fiancé—who always complained, "Why are you so heavy," whenever he held her.

Hu Jing's heart pounded faster and faster as she unconsciously compared Cheng Sheng and her fiancé in her mind.

Besides being rich... no, Cheng Sheng's current net worth is no less than that of her fiancé.

In this comprehensive comparison, Cheng Sheng almost completely outclasses her fiancé.

Unfortunately, she met Cheng Sheng too late.

If only they had met before Cheng Sheng met Zeng Li and she met her fiancé.

“Sister Jing, you’re too light.” Cheng Sheng suddenly looked down and chuckled, his gaze inadvertently sweeping over her waist: “At about 1.7 meters tall, you probably weigh less than 100 pounds. That’s not a normal weight.”

When jogging in the morning, Hu Jing wore a close-fitting sportswear outfit that perfectly accentuated her curvaceous figure, especially her pert buttocks, which made her look even more graceful.

Cheng Sheng held her in his arms and could clearly feel the softness of her body, as if she had no bones.

He knew that for women who are 170 cm tall, a healthy weight range is between 53 and 69 kg, which is the most balanced and healthy body shape.

Hu Jing's face flushed bright red instantly. She quickly lowered her head and muttered softly, "That's how it is in the entertainment industry."

What a great saying, "That's how the entertainment industry is."

Cheng Sheng remained silent to himself; he couldn't agree with the aesthetics of the Chinese entertainment industry.

In recent years, the aesthetic of "fair skin, young and thin" has swept through the entertainment industry, with female celebrities vying to achieve fair skin, a slender figure, and a youthful appearance, all in order to present a so-called "perfect" image in front of the camera.

To achieve this "perfection," they go to great lengths—painting their entire bodies white, becoming incredibly thin, and even relying on plastic surgery to maintain their youthful appearance. These are commonplace in the entertainment industry.

However, this deliberate pursuit of "beauty" appears rather awkward and even somewhat morbid in reality. Too much of a good thing can be bad; this blind obsession with "perfection" ultimately becomes a distorted aesthetic.

“Sister Jing, I still prefer women who are a bit plump,” Cheng Sheng said softly, his tone serious. “That’s healthier and shows more natural beauty.”

Hu Jing was taken aback by his words, then fell silent: He likes plump women? Should she gain weight then?

As they spoke, Cheng Sheng had already carried her to the stone bench, gently laid her down, and said softly, "Sister Jing, lie down, I'll massage your feet." (End of Chapter)