From unemployment in crosstalk to top star in Chinese entertainment

The night, like a piece of velvet soaked in ink, slowly enveloped the entire city.

A sleek black sedan was parked on the side of the road in the suburbs, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city. The only sounds were the gentle breeze rustling through the trees and the occasional chirping of insects, making the surroundings even more tranquil.

The overhead lights were off inside the carriage, leaving only the faint moonlight filtering in from the windows, which diffused and mingled on the leather seats, creating a soft, hazy silver glow.

The silhouettes of the two people inside the car were outlined tenderly and affectionately, subtly creating an ambiguous atmosphere that was hard to define.

Li Xiaoran leaned back in her chair, her body slightly tilted back. Her beautiful shoulder line stretched along the back of the chair, and her soft, long hair was casually scattered, some of it draped over her shoulders and some spread across the chair. In the dim light, her skin appeared even more fair and delicate.

She gently raised her head, her long, graceful neck forming a smooth and beautiful arc, her delicate jawline taut yet soft, and even the subtle curve of her Adam's apple was exceptionally captivating.

In the quiet atmosphere, one could clearly hear the faint tremor of her breath, unable to conceal the ripples quietly churning in her heart.

The faint tremor was so slight that it was almost drowned out by the sound of the wind outside the window, yet it fell precisely into Yu Liang's ears, so clear that it could not be ignored.

Her arms, which were originally wrapped around Yu Liang's neck, tightened unconsciously, and her slender, soft fingers slowly slipped into his dark hair, her fingertips gently brushing against the soft strands.

The irrepressible excitement in my heart spread through my limbs and bones, causing ripples to spread uncontrollably throughout my body.

It was so quiet that we could hear each other's intertwined breaths and feel each other's warm breaths drawing closer, mingling in the enclosed space of the car, slowly warming up.

"Yu Liang..."

Li Xiaoran softly called his name, her voice light, like a gentle breeze quietly leaking from her throat, soft yet warm, with a hint of husky languor, wrapped in her unique shyness and tenderness, falling into the air, making one's heart tremble slightly.

She didn't say anything more, just gently called his name, her eyes half-closed, her long eyelashes like two small fans casting a light shadow under her eyelids, her eyes hiding an unyielding mystery and tenderness.

Yu Liang leaned closer to her, so close that they could feel each other, and that their every breath was intertwined.

He didn't respond, but simply looked quietly at the person in his arms, his gaze lingering on her flushed cheeks.

The next second, a gentle kiss slowly landed, lightly brushing past the corner of her lips, sliding down her jawline, landing on her smooth, delicate shoulder, and then slowly spreading downwards inch by inch along the beautiful contours of her collarbone.

His movements were slow and gentle, each touch perfectly tender, as if he were carefully tracing a hard-won treasure, cautious yet full of longing.

Li Xiaoran sank into the seat, letting him lean closer and let the warm touch slowly travel over her skin.

She could clearly feel the faint warmth of his lips as they touched her skin, and a slight tingling sensation that slowly seeped into her bones.

My mind is a jumbled mess, a blank void, with only the presence of the person beside me and this lingering tenderness remaining.

She couldn't help but mutter to herself.

This person usually appears witty and carefree in public, loves to joke and tease her, and speaks with a touch of nonsensical banter that always manages to make her angry and annoyed, yet also makes her unable to help but smile.

But in these quiet and private moments, he was unusually quiet, not uttering a single extra joke, only offering a calm and gentle companionship, every move so delicate that it softened one's heart.

This contrast inexplicably stirred a strange flutter in one's heart.

The temperature inside the carriage rose silently and steadily.

The originally cool evening breeze seeped in little by little through the cracks in the car window, carrying the crisp coolness of the forest and trees, trying to dilute the heat in the car. However, that slight coolness was no match for the slowly growing and increasingly intense heat between the two of them.

Invisible threads seemed to entwine the air, binding them tightly together, and an ambiguous atmosphere flowed freely within the confined carriage, lingering there.

The off-the-shoulder bodycon dress that Li Xiaoran wore hugged her shapely figure, outlining just the right curves, exuding a gentle yet subtly alluring charm.

At some point, the zipper on the side of the skirt was quietly pulled open halfway, without any deliberate recklessness, only with a gentle and unassuming manner.

The off-the-shoulder neckline hangs loosely in the crook of the arm, its descent creating a lazy and natural curve.

The delicate lines below the collarbone are soft and graceful, appearing and disappearing in the dim moonlight, adding a touch of indescribable charm.

It doesn't try to be flamboyant, but it has its own alluring atmosphere, with tenderness hidden in its gentleness and affection in its coolness.

Yu Liang's lips slowly moved down along the beautiful curve of her skin, patiently and gently brushing over every inch of her skin in the night, carrying a faint warmth that stirred her tense heartstrings.

The surroundings were eerily quiet; she could even clearly hear her own slightly erratic heartbeat, one beat after another, making her chest tremble slightly.

"Your shirt..."

Li Xiaoran suddenly spoke softly, her voice lacking its usual clear tone, but possessing a more languid and gentle quality.

She looked up at Yu Liang, who was so close to her, her eyes misting over, her cheeks flushed like the glow of sunset.

Her tone carried a hint of coquettish reproach, yet also a hidden, undisguised commanding urgency; it was so soft that it was impossible to refuse.

"Take it off."

Upon hearing this, Yu Liang slowly raised his head, his gaze falling on her face.

In the dim, interlacing light and shadow, the moonlight slanted down, falling on Li Xiaoran's delicate eyebrows and eyes.

Looking at her like this, Yu Liang's eyes softened even more, and he couldn't help but chuckle softly. His chest vibrated slightly, and his deep laughter was particularly magnetic.

"What are you laughing at?"

Li Xiaoran frowned slightly.

"I'm laughing at your haste."

Yu Liang spoke casually, with a familiar hint of mockery, yet deliberately lowered his voice.

Li Xiaoran felt even hotter from his words, feeling both ashamed and annoyed. She glared at him playfully, not bothering to argue, and instead raised her hand, extending her slender, fair fingers to unbutton his shirt.

The first one,

The second one,

The third one,

Her fingertips landed on the fourth button, and just as she was about to continue unbuttoning it, Yu Liang suddenly leaned down slightly and whispered in her small ear.

His warm breath gently brushed against her ear, carrying a faint, refreshing scent. He lowered his voice and whispered something in her ear in a breathy voice that only the two of them could hear.

Instantly, Li Xiaoran felt a shiver run through her body.

Her fingertips clenched unconsciously, the force of which increased involuntarily, loosening the thread of the button, which dangled from the fabric and swayed gently.

"you……"

Li Xiaoran was so embarrassed that she couldn't utter a complete sentence; her face was particularly eye-catching in the moonlight.

She raised her hand in embarrassment and anger, as if to punch his chest.

But as soon as she raised her wrist, Yu Liang caught it precisely and gently.

His palms were warm and broad, gently enveloping her slender wrists. The pressure was just right, pressing her wrists lightly against the back of the seat, preventing her from moving around, yet without making her feel restricted or oppressed.

He gently encircled her, pulling her close between himself and the seat, so close that there was nowhere for her to hide, and no need for her to hide.

With his other free hand, Yu Liang slowly and deliberately unbuttoned the remaining buttons of his shirt, his movements relaxed and languid, exuding a casual and handsome charm.

The moonlight streamed gently through the windshield, flowing like water over Liang's body, quietly illuminating his figure, which was usually hidden by his shirt, and gently outlining his silhouette stroke by stroke.

Broad shoulders, neat and upright, smooth and not rough lines, narrow waist, tight and well-proportioned, abdominal muscles with a clear outline, extending down the waistline with clean and neat lines, hidden under the belt, just the right amount of even muscle texture.

Li Xiaoran's gaze was unconsciously drawn to him, slowly moving down from his beautiful collarbone lines to his firm, flat abs. Her eyes paused for a moment, and a hint of admiration quietly rose in her heart.

Then her gaze unconsciously shifted down a few inches before slowly lifting up to meet his eyes again.

At this moment, her eyes no longer held the usual reserve and shyness, but instead held an undisguised frankness and appreciation, open, straightforward, and touching.

Yu Liang took in her expression, a faint smile playing on his lips. He mimicked her soft, sweet tone and chuckled as he spoke, "Have you seen enough?"

His tone was both playful and gentle, making Li Xiaoran's heart flutter slightly.

"not enough."

Li Xiaoran tilted her head back and answered confidently, without the slightest shyness or embarrassment. Her eyes were clear and bright, with a hint of arrogance and straightforwardness, and her eyes were full of tender affection.

Looking at her frank and adorable appearance, Yu Liang shook his head helplessly, his eyes full of indulgent tenderness, and he could no longer bear to tease her.

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Inside the enclosed carriage, the atmosphere grew increasingly soft and ambiguous. There seemed to be an unspoken understanding between the two, allowing them to comprehend each other's thoughts without needing to speak.

Li Xiaoran subconsciously adjusted the front of her clothes slightly.

She lowered her eyes slightly, her long eyelashes trembling gently. There was no resistance in her heart, only peaceful acceptance and a sense of reassurance.

Yu Liang keenly noticed her subtle little movement.

He did not approach rashly again, maintaining a gentle distance.

One hand gently rested on the seat beside her ear, forming a tender encirclement, carefully protecting her; the other hand slowly rose, the fingertips delicate and gentle, reaching out to gently tuck a few stray strands of hair that had fallen across her forehead and cheek behind her ear.

The movements were extremely gentle, patient, and meticulous, with a careful and protective touch, as if handling a rare treasure, for fear of disturbing the tranquility and gentleness of the moment.

"Sister Xiaoran."

He spoke softly, his voice low and gentle, like ripples spreading slowly across an autumn lake, steady and gentle, carrying a reassuring power that could soothe all the panic and restlessness in one's heart.

Li Xiaoran leaned back quietly in her seat, slightly raising her eyes to gaze at the man in front of her.

Moonlight streamed in through the rear windshield, casting a soft glow that fell precisely on his sharp brow bone, making his features appear even more defined and striking. His usual nonchalance was replaced by a more serious and gentle expression.

She could see clearly that a thin layer of sweat had quietly seeped from his forehead, glistening faintly in the moonlight; his jawline was taut and smooth, revealing a hint of restrained forbearance; his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, concealing the turmoil in his heart that he deliberately suppressed.

At this moment, he was calm, gentle, and with a hint of restraint, which made people's hearts soften.

Li Xiaoran's heart stirred slightly, and she subconsciously raised her hand slowly, her slender and soft palm gently caressing Yu Liang's warm cheek. Her fingertips lightly brushed against his sharp jawline, the touch warm yet firm, carrying his unique youthful aura.

The touch of the fingertips was light and gentle, carrying a silent dependence and tenderness.

As Yu Liang felt the warmth from her palm, the tenderness in his eyes intensified, and his heart felt as if it were being soaked in warm water, with warmth spreading throughout his body.

He slowly bent down again.

Li Xiaoran gently closed her eyes, her long eyelashes falling obediently as she savored this tenderness that belonged only to her.

The warm touch is just right, stirring the heartstrings.

"Yu Liang..."

Her tone unconsciously changed, becoming soft and sweet with a slight, uncontrollable tremor, delicate and alluring, with a unique softness, gently falling into the quiet carriage.

Yu Liang slowly raised her head, a faint, gentle smile playing on her lips, her eyes filled with tender joy.

His large, gentle yet firm hand steadily soothed her slightly flustered emotions.

"Relax."

Just three simple words, spoken in a calm and steady tone, without any unnecessary embellishments, yet possessing a soothing power, like a warm current slowly flowing into the heart, instantly easing all anxiety and tension.

Following his gentle guidance, I gradually relaxed, and the panic in my heart gradually subsided, leaving only a sense of peace and reliance.

Inside the enclosed carriage, the evening breeze still gently blew outside the window, and the chirping of insects in the forest lingered softly, but all of this was shut out.

In the hazy moonlight, it was impossible to distinguish whose breath was whose, or whose heartbeat was whose.

As night deepened, the temperature inside the carriage grew warmer and more inviting, the air thick with an irresistible tenderness.

All the straightforward excitement, the restrained emotions, and the silent attachments were quietly enveloped by the hazy moonlight, hidden in the tranquil little carriage. The remaining tenderness and affection were left unspoken, allowing time to flow slowly and quietly cherish them.

After a moment, Yu Liang propped himself up slightly and looked down quietly at the person in his arms.

The moonlight shone on Li Xiaoran.

Her long, jet-black hair was casually draped over the black leather seat, like a piece of dark silk spread out, smooth and elegant.

Her entire face was gentle and warm, like a begonia flower gently bathed in the spring moonlight and evening breeze, graceful and charming, soft and alluring.

Li Xiaoran slowly opened her eyes, her gaze misty with a soft, clear light, carrying a hint of languid weariness and an unyielding dependence.

She gazed quietly at the man before her, noticing his open, earnest, and reserved gaze, devoid of any evasion, filled only with pure appreciation and cherishment.

That focused gaze warmed her heart, giving her a sense of security and being cherished.

"Yu Liang".

She spoke softly, her voice still slightly hoarse, yet exceptionally gentle and sweet, like an evening breeze caressing the heartstrings, light and soft.

I want you to stay with me.

There was no affected pretense, no deliberate reserve; she simply spoke her truest thoughts, with a touch of dependence and coquetry that made it impossible to refuse.

Looking into her eyes, where there was no attempt to hide her tenderness and dependence, Yu Liang's heart softened instantly, and all his thoughts turned into deep tenderness and indulgence.

Without further hesitation, he gently bent down and tenderly embraced her again, carefully holding her close, giving her enough security and companionship.

The car was parked by the roadside, occasionally swaying gently in the evening breeze through the woods. The leather seats occasionally made a soft, creaking sound, which added to the tranquil atmosphere.

Inside the carriage, a gentle, lingering melody flowed quietly through the still night.

The moonlight outside the window was gradually covered by a thin mist, spreading out in a hazy glow. A thin layer of water vapor slowly rose on the car window glass, blurring the lights, shadows of trees, and the night outside into a hazy silvery-white halo.

No one disturbed us, no worldly troubles, only moonlight, evening breeze, and the warmth and peace of our embrace.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment, flowing gently and unhurriedly.

They nestled together quietly for an unknown amount of time, their restless hearts gradually calming down, and all their tenderness settling into a peaceful gentleness.

Li Xiaoran nestled quietly in Yu Liang's warm embrace, her cheek pressed against his chest. She could clearly feel his steady and powerful heartbeat, rhythmic and reassuring, through two layers of warm skin and bones.

At this moment, there is no outside noise and chaos, no concerns about identity, only each other, only tenderness, only just the right amount of companionship and peace of mind.