Huayu: Starting with Rejecting 00s Actresses on a Dating Show

Chapter 125 Feeling Guilt Later

Tan Wen held her thighs with both hands to prevent her from slipping down.

Her body was very supple; although she was a bit thin, the fleshiness in that area was just right.

Her body trembled slightly. She hugged her tighter and kissed her more deeply. After a long while, the two separated.

Zhou's eyes were glazed over, her breathing was rapid, and her face was so red it looked like it was about to bleed. She buried her head in Tan Wen's chest, not daring to look at him.

Seeing Zhou's expression, Tan Wen instinctively wanted to ask, "Is this your first time too?", but he stopped himself in time.

"son."

"Um?"

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"Have you thought it through?"

Zhou buried her head even deeper. She didn't answer, but she nodded slightly.

Tan Wen placed Zhou on the bed. Her light dress clung to her curves, her legs were curled up together, and her hands were clenched into fists.

There was tension, but also a willingness to cooperate.

Tan Wen's feelings were somewhat complicated, but he decided to let bygones be bygones and deal with the matter at hand later.

"Hurry up," Zhou whispered.

"?" Isn't it usually a lighter one?

"Didn't we have dinner plans? I'm worried people will think something if I'm late."

Tan Wen's heart skipped a beat. It seemed that Zhou had no intention of going public. That was good. His biggest worry was that their friendship would deteriorate.

"Okay, I'll do it as soon as possible."

As darkness fell outside the window, the ringing of the phone added a wonderful touch to the atmosphere.

The two walked and loved each other, until they finally reached the end of the road and sat down to watch the clouds rise.

On the messy bed, Tan Wen leaned against the pillows and sent a text message saying he would be half an hour late.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Zhou quietly cleaning up the battlefield; in this respect, Zhou was doing a better job than Lu Yu.

As Napoleon once said, an excellent soldier will proactively clean the bloodstains from his superior's weapons after a battle.

He patted Zhou's head, telling her to go wash up. She climbed onto Tan Wen's chest: "Or you could come up with an excuse for us not to go eat."

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"Don't bite off more than you can chew; you need to learn to take it slow and steady." Tan Wen urged her to take a bath.

"Should I come back tonight?"

Tan Wen nodded, sighing that youth is wonderful, and that he might go wild tonight.

Just then, my phone received another message from Wang Churan.

"I just arrived at the hotel. Are you in your room?"

Tan Wen's hand stiffened for a moment, but he quickly recovered. He realized that he didn't need to be nervous; it wasn't her.

"I'm having dinner with Chen Yao and a few others, do you want to come?"

After waiting for a while, Wang Churan sent a message: "I'm a little tired today, so I won't go."

"Okay, have you eaten? Shall I bring you some?"

WeChat showed that it was typing, and after a long time, it sent a few words.

"Okay, please bring me one. I'll wait for you."

Zhou got dressed, opened the door, and cautiously glanced around. Seeing no one was around, she turned back...

He came back, kissed Tan Wen on the cheek, and then quickly left.

After going downstairs, she sent Tan Wen a message, telling him to set off.

Same old place, same hot pot.

The two found Chen Yao and Mao Xiaohui, greeted them, and sat down.

Chen Yao and Mao Xiaohui hadn't eaten yet and were waiting for the two of them.

Chen Yao complained, "Where did you two go? Why did you both have something to do at the same time? We've been waiting for over an hour."

Zhou said softly, "Yes, has it really taken that long?"

Chen Yao: "Of course! And Tan Wen too. I called you but you didn't answer. What are you doing?"

"Yes," Tan Wen replied.

"what?"

"Let's eat." Tan Wen poured meat into the pot.

After that, Tan Wen and Zhou ate heartily, a stark contrast to Chen Yao and the other two who ate slowly, looking extremely hungry.

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"Were you two forced into hard labor?" Mao Xiaohui couldn't help but ask.

Zhou blushed and consciously slowed down her eating.

Tan Wen didn't care about anything else; replenishing his energy was the priority. He was starting to miss the days when he had "boyfriend power"—that feeling was really great.

Should he quickly retract his boyfriend persona and interact with the young ladies? Knowing the system's nature, his conversation with Zhou just now was probably what they called interaction.

Ugh, this system has really messed me up!

"By the way, your dating reality show is over, right?" Mao Xiaohui asked casually.

"Yes, it ended yesterday," Tan Wen replied.

Mao Xiaohui: "Who...did you confess to? Can I say that?"

Zhou put down his chopsticks and pricked up his ears; Chen Yao also looked at him curiously.

Tan Wen shook his head: "You've signed a confidentiality agreement, so just wait for the show to air."

The group was somewhat disappointed.

Zhou said, "You're definitely single right now, aren't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't..."

Tan Wen understood Zhou's meaning: if he weren't single, how could he have a relationship with her?

This child is still very naive. I wonder if he will still think this way after spending some time in the entertainment industry.

Tan Wen did not answer, as he was indeed unsure whether he was single.

Mao Xiaohui said, "I checked, He Mi'er's IP is in Shanghai, Liu Haochun's IP is in Beijing, Lu Yuxiao's IP is in Sri Lanka, and you're in Xiangjiang. Did you guys end up scattered all over the country after the reality show ended?"

Zhou asked Mao Xiaohui with a puzzled look, "I've noticed you're paying close attention to this dating reality show, just like last time."

Zhou already suspected that Mao Xiaohui liked Tan Wen, but she didn't want to ask. If matters of the heart weren't brought up, they might just fade away.

"Yes." This time, Mao Xiaohui didn't defend herself, but readily admitted it.

Zhou opened his mouth, unsure of what to say, while Chen Yao sighed softly.

Tan Wen continued eating his meat; he didn't want to take on this task.

Mao Xiaohui glanced at Tan Wen and saw that his reaction was indifferent. She felt both relieved and a little disappointed.

"Actually, I saw someone else's analysis on Weibo today," Mao Xiaohui explained. "You guys should have seen the trending topics, right?"

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Zhou nodded, indicating that he had indeed seen the hashtag #WhoDidTanWenConfessTo#.

Mao Xiaohui said, "That was the entry from the afternoon; the entry has changed now."

She took out her phone, opened Weibo, and showed it to a few people.

#Are Tan Wen and Liu Haochun together?#

The others looked at Tan Wen with questioning eyes. Tan Wen was also a little confused. Why did this term suddenly appear?

Mao Xiaohui explained, "You liked Liu Haochun's Weibo post this afternoon, and Liu Haochun is the only female guest you follow on Weibo."

Tan Wen remembered that after following Liu Haochun's Weibo in the afternoon, the two started chatting and then stopped browsing.

He didn't say anything, opened Weibo, followed all the other people, and then put down his phone.

Chen Yao laughed and said, "You're making a fuss over nothing, which will only deepen speculation about your relationship with Liu Haochun."

Tan Wendao said, "Liu Haochun is an excellent girl, and I don't mind having a rumored relationship with her."

After Tan finished speaking, he was met with unanimous disdain from the others.

After the meal, the group took a short walk.

Tan Wen bought a fruit platter and a main dish, then urged everyone to hurry back to the hotel, as Wang Churan had been waiting for a while.

Zhou lowered his head shyly, thinking that Tan Wen was eager to learn a foreign language from her.

"Tan Wen".

Mao Xiaohui, who was walking behind Chen Yao, called out to him and then ran up to him.

She opened her bag and took out a small gift box: "This is for you."

Tan Wen was somewhat surprised. Mao Xiaohui seemed unusually proactive today. He was a little reluctant to accept it, but seeing her pitiful eyes, he couldn't bear it and took it.

"Go back and open it again," Mao Xiaohui said.

"it is good."

Zhou turned her gaze away from the gift; she would have to see what it was later.

After returning to the hotel, Zhou went to his room.

Tan Wen found Wang Churan's room, knocked on the door, and after a while, the door opened.

Wang Churan was wearing pajamas, her beautiful and mature body straining against them, her long, flowing black hair cascading casually over her shoulders.

She rubbed her eyes and yawned, looking as languid as a fairy.

"Come in," Wang Churan said listlessly.

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