A writer has arrived in the Chinese entertainment industry.

In the dimly lit room, two people were intertwined like a pretzel, completely naked. The scene was undeniably lewd, the actions undeniably obscene; anyone who happened to see it would be instantly blinded.

Although Su Liu was a seasoned veteran, he almost lost his grip on a contestant who appeared sweet on the surface but was actually a mature and sophisticated woman.

In the end, both of them collapsed on the bed, utterly exhausted.

"I'm... insane."

Entering a state of post-coital bliss, Mao Xiaotong stared blankly at the ceiling. The pleasure receded like the tide, leaving only a lingering sense of guilt and shame.

Although it sounds strange to say this in this day and age, she was indeed dating with marriage in mind.

"Will you marry me?" Mao Xiaotong paused at the end of the sentence, feeling absurd the moment she asked it.

Sure enough, Su Liu's tone revealed the fatigue and languor unique to those who have just engaged in strenuous exercise, and even carried a hint of infuriatingly carefree attitude.

"Of course not."

Mao Xiaotong thought she would be angry to hear such words, but unexpectedly she breathed a sigh of relief and felt much more relaxed.

"Hmph, you men just forget about each other after you've pulled up your pants."

"Um... Sister Xiaotong, I haven't pulled up my pants yet."

"Are you trying to be clever with me?"

"I'm just stating the facts." Su Liu leaned out from the edge of the bed and found his phone in his pocket on the floor.

As soon as I turned on the screen, I saw several missed calls. The battle just now was so intense that I didn't have time to pay attention to the incessantly ringing phone.

"Whose call is that?" Mao Xiaotong turned her head and glanced at his phone screen.

"It's Dilraba, looking for us, right?"

Su Liu then called her back.

As soon as the call connected, Reba's clear and bright voice came from the other end, "Teacher Su! Where have you been?"

"I'm a little tired, so I'll go back to my room first."

"Seriously, everyone's looking for you! Xiaotong's gone missing too, do you know where she is?"

Men are creatures whose reaction to covering up the truth is almost an instinct ingrained in their very bones.

Despite Mao Xiaotong's disdainful gaze that seemed to say "see through everything," Su Liu remained calm and composed, even sounding a little doubtful.

"I don't know, maybe she's tired too, after all, she's the female lead."

"Really? Why didn't you say anything?" Dilraba muttered softly, sounding like she didn't suspect anything.

"Is the wrap party over?"

"It's over. Director Wang and the others have taken Li Xian back."

"Okay, you should go to bed early too, you have to go back tomorrow morning."

"It's still early. You didn't eat much tonight, you must be hungry, right? I packed some up and will bring it over to you now."

"Don't!"

Su Liu's heart skipped a beat, and even her tone lost its composure, "No need, I want to go to sleep early."

As he spoke, he turned his head and saw Mao Xiaotong's face, which seemed to say "I look down on you." When Su Liu looked over, she silently mouthed "Keep acting" to him.

"Huh? But I'm almost there." Reba's clear voice sounded like a death knell to Su Liu's ears.

He froze, abruptly sitting up in bed. "Where are we?"

"We're at the door! Open the door quickly."

The words had barely left the receiver when there was a knock at the door.

Su Liu jumped up in fright, practically yelling into the phone, "Wait! Wait! I'm not dressed!"

He hung up the phone immediately after saying that.

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" He urged Mao Xiaotong as if repairing fortifications on a battlefield, "Dilraba is right at the door!"

Mao Xiaotong looked at him incredulously, "You and Dilraba are related too?"

"What are you thinking! Nothing! But we can't let her see us like this, can we?"

Su Liu crouched low and rushed to the entryway, grabbing Mao Xiaotong's coat and sweater, which were scattered haphazardly. With a quick turn, she hooked up the underwear on the nearby single sofa. She then swiftly picked up the trousers from the floor and, incidentally, the underwear hanging at the foot of the bed.

The entire operation was smooth and fluid, without a single unnecessary movement.

Mao Xiaotong felt extremely guilty at this moment and hurriedly took her clothes from Su Liu's hands.

"Don't rush to get dressed! Hide first!"

Mao Xiaotong opened her mouth wide, and squeezed out a question in a suppressed voice: "Where can I hide?"

She had absolutely no experience and wanted to file a complaint, but who should she complain to?

Su Liu put on a bathrobe and pointed to the side of the bed.

Hmm, so it really is a wardrobe?

Whether you are poor or rich, upright or despicable, the place that will always accept you is your wardrobe.

Without thinking twice, Mao Xiaotong immediately grabbed her clothes and crawled into the closet.

Every second counted in this series of actions, and fine beads of sweat appeared on Su Liu's forehead.

When he opened the door, Reba looked at him with a puzzled expression, slightly out of breath, and asked, "Teacher Su, what... what are you doing?"

"No," Su Liu said, jumping up and down lightly as if to sound relaxed. "The air conditioning in the room is a bit too hot."

"Really?" She walked into the room and placed the food from the bag on the coffee table. "Have something to eat. I brought fried rice noodles and some leftovers."

"I already said I didn't need it."

As Su Liu spoke, he sat down on the sofa, and Reba pulled up a chair and sat down next to him.

"You're too late!" She handed Su Liu disposable chopsticks.

"That's why you should have asked me sooner."

Dilraba stared at him in astonishment. "What are you talking about? Teacher Su, didn't I call?"

Su Liu's lips twitched stiffly, and he subconsciously avoided Reba's gaze. Back then, he was still immersed in unspeakable physical labor.

"Okay, I admit I was wrong." He opened the lunchbox and poked around in the tightly packed fried rice noodles with his chopsticks. "This is way too much!"

Reba leaned closer with great interest, revealing an encouraging smile, "I asked the chef to make Western-style fried rice noodles, I wonder if it tastes authentic."

"Try it." Su Liu picked up a piece of rice noodles with his chopsticks and held it to her lips.

Dilraba was slightly taken aback at first, then opened her mouth and took it.

"Hmm, it's alright," she mumbled between chews. "It definitely can't compare to what we have back home. Next time you come to the Western Regions, I'll take you to eat the authentic stuff."

"I traveled all the way to the Western Regions just to eat fried rice noodles."

"There are so many delicious things to eat..."

As Su Liu ate her rice noodles, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a pair of crooked shoes lying on the floor at the foot of the bed.

These are Mao Xiaotong's shoes!

Damn it! I left it behind.

He glanced cautiously at Reba, who seemed oblivious and continued introducing the delicacies of the Western Regions.

Su Liu immediately put his hands on her shoulders and said in a serious tone, "Reba, it's quite late now, you should go back to sleep."

"Huh? It's still early..."

"It's getting late, it's getting late." Su Liu pulled her up without saying a word and practically coaxed her to the door.

After Dilraba left, Su Liu quickly turned around and opened the wardrobe door. Mao Xiaotong was curled up in the cramped space, clutching a pile of messy clothes in her arms.

She walked out silently and began to get dressed.

"I should go too," she said. "It was my fault today, I shouldn't blame you. That's just how women are."

Just as Mao Xiaotong finished putting on her coat and turned to leave, Su Liu suddenly lunged forward and grabbed her wrist.

"Sister Xiaotong, let me take the initiative this time."

He then abruptly pulled her back onto the bed.

"Hey—wait a minute, I just finished getting dressed!"

"Just take it off again."