Huayu: Starting from retirement, sweeping across the domestic entertainment industry

The bathroom door opened, and steam carrying the scent of shower gel wafted out.

Li Ran carried Liu Haocun out. She nestled in his arms, her hair still damp and hanging down, the collar of her bathrobe loose, revealing a section of her fair collarbone.

Her lips were slightly upturned, as if she were holding some secret, and she looked languid.

Li Ran gently placed her on the bed.

But as soon as he touched the bed, Liu Haocun sat up.

Her movements were quick, a stark contrast to her previous languid demeanor.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, her arms slender yet tightly around him, preventing him from pulling away. The sleeves of her bathrobe slipped down, revealing a section of her pale forearm.

The two were very close.

"It was all wasted just now..." she began, her voice soft, but each word was spoken clearly.

Li Ran was stunned for a moment.

He looked into her eyes, and there was no joking in those doe-like eyes; he was serious to an excessive degree.

He chuckled awkwardly, a hint of uncertainty in his voice: "No, you really intend to...?"

"What, you don't want to?" she interrupted him, her voice not loud, but her tone firm.

Li Ran shook his head.

He looked at her, remained silent for a few seconds, as if organizing his thoughts, or perhaps hesitating whether he should speak.

"It's not that I'm unwilling."

He lowered his voice, his tone almost coaxing, "You're still young, there's absolutely no need for that now. Let's talk about it in a few years..."

Liu Haocun did not respond immediately.

She looked at him, her gaze lingering on his face for a few seconds, as if trying to determine whether his words were sincere or just an excuse.

Then she snorted.

The "humph" was very soft, coming from the nose, carrying a hint of dissatisfaction, a hint of stubbornness, and a hint of resentful willfulness.

"continue……"

Two words: decisive and clean, with no room for negotiation.

Looking at her expression that left no room for refusal, Li Ran suddenly found it a little funny, yet also a little helpless.

He wanted to say something more, but she had already tightened her arms around his neck, pulling him even closer.

He didn't say anything more.

Some things are better left unsaid until later.

Cunzi truly lives up to her reputation as a dance major.

Her body was incredibly flexible, as if she had no bones, and every joint could bend at will.

That kind of suppleness isn't the stiffness and flexibility that comes from deliberate practice, but something innate, something ingrained in one's very being, like a willow branch, like flowing water. No matter how you manipulate it, it follows your force, but just when you think you have everything under control, it suddenly changes direction, catching you off guard.

She can perform some very difficult moves effortlessly, without any hesitation.

She was just a little uncooperative.

Li Ran told her to go left, but she insisted on going right; she was told to go slower, but she insisted on going faster.

It was as if she was deliberately trying to disrupt his rhythm, to see how helpless he could do anything about her.

A sly glint occasionally flashed in her deer eyes, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, as if she were playing a game whose rules only she knew.

Until that action...

Splits.

Her breath was right next to his ear, soft and warm, and she would occasionally blow a breath into his ear and then giggle.

Li Ran had to admit that although she and Hu Lianxin had done the same moves, Hu's flexibility was no match for Cunzi's.

Xiao Hu developed her skills through practice and can do it, but she sometimes seems tense, and you can sense her effort.

Cunzi is different; she was born that way. Every movement is as fluid as water, requiring no effort, as if her body was originally shaped that way.

His thoughts drifted for a moment, but she quickly pulled him back.

She ran her fingers through his hair and gave it a gentle tug, reminding him that he was lost in thought.

Then, at that moment when he was least prepared... she moved.

As he was about to leave, her hand suddenly tightened.

Liu Haocun's arms were wrapped around his waist, and his legs were wrapped around him, holding him tightly like an octopus, not letting him leave even an inch.

She held him so tightly that he could feel the frequency of her heartbeat and her slightly warm body temperature.

Li Ran was stunned for a moment.

He was always very careful and restrained, keeping all possible risks at bay.

This is his bottom line; it's a way for him to protect himself and them.

But at that moment, she didn't give him time to react.

That's enough.

He was caught off guard.

She held him like that, burying her face in the crook of his shoulder, her breath light and warm, like a kitten that had finally succeeded, rubbing against his neck contentedly.

Her eyelashes brushed lightly against his skin, tickling him and leaving a slightly damp feeling.

"alright……"

His voice was soft, with a slightly husky, satisfied tone, and a contented smile that seemed to indicate his plan had succeeded.

Li Ran looked down at her.

Her face was buried in the crook of his shoulder, with only a small part of her profile and a slightly squinted doe eye showing.

There was no regret or fear in those eyes, only a resolute and quiet joy.

She had already made up her mind.

Li Ran looked at her, suddenly unsure of what to say.

He wanted to scold her, but her expression made him unable to say anything harsh. He wanted to sigh, but then felt that it wasn't really worth sighing over.

……

Li Ran leaned against the headboard, a pillow behind her back, in a very lazy posture, scrolling through videos on her phone.

He looked up.

Liu Hao was doing a handstand on the open space against the wall.

She placed her hands on the floor, her body upright and inverted, legs together, toes pointed straight up toward the ceiling, her clothes hanging down, revealing a slender, white waist.

Her breathing was steady, and her body remained motionless, like a statue placed there, with only the ends of her hair occasionally swaying slightly, proving that she was not truly still.

Li Ran looked at it for two seconds and then gently shook his head.

"Cunzi, is this really necessary?"

Liu Haocun did not answer immediately.

She silently counted the seconds in her mind... It had been about five minutes since she started before she slowly lowered her legs.

The movements were slow; the legs drew a beautiful arc in the air, the toes touched the ground, the body slowly straightened, and when the person finally stood up, all of their hair had fallen in front of their face.

She reached out and brushed her hair back, walked to the bedside, and lay down again.

The mattress sank slightly as she moved closer to Li Ran, her shoulder touching his arm. She turned her head to look at him, a hint of smugness in her eyes, and gave him a sidelong glance.

"You wouldn't know this," she said softly, "but this way the chances are higher."

Li Ran turned off his phone screen, turned to look at her, his expression somewhere between speechless and amused: "Wait, where did you learn all this weird stuff?"

Liu Haocun pouted, his expression one of utter self-righteousness, as if his professional skills had been questioned: "Watching short videos!"

"Forehead……"

Li Ran placed his phone on the bedside table, turned to face her, and said, "Everyone's body is different. If you really want to, you can always try a few more times..."

He paused, softening his tone, as if he were reasoning with her or coaxing her.

"But I'll say it again, we're still young..."

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Haocun frowned.

She stared into his eyes, and there was no hesitation or evasion in those deer-like eyes, only a very certain and serious light.

"I'm very sure."

Her voice wasn't loud, but she spoke each word clearly, "You don't want to?"

Li Ran looked at her and remained silent for a few seconds.

The light in her eyes didn't dim; she just stared straight at him, waiting for his answer.

He chuckled and looked away, his gaze falling on the ceiling.

"Alright," he said, his voice a little softer than before, "Go to sleep, it's already 12 o'clock."

He did not answer that question.

Liu Haocun looked at him for a few seconds but didn't ask any further questions.

She simply moved a little closer to him, burying her face in the crook of his shoulder, draping her arms over his chest, and gently clutching the collar of his T-shirt with her fingers.

"We're going to Happy Valley tomorrow," she said sullenly, her lips brushing against his clothes, her voice slightly muffled, "You promised."

"Um."

"No backing out."

"not bad."

"Then go to sleep."

"Um."

The bedside lamp went out, and the room fell into quiet darkness.