From unemployment in crosstalk to top star in Chinese entertainment

"Wang Churan, I don't care—you recommended this Indian meal, so you have to take responsibility."

Yu Liang's voice came from the bathroom, muffled through the door.

Wang Churan sat on the edge of the bed, pursing his lips several times before managing to suppress a laugh.

She recalled the scene she saw when she went downstairs earlier: Yu Liang with her legs crossed, back bent, and hands pressed tightly against her stomach, looking like she couldn't hold it in.

"Are you alright? If you're really not feeling well, go to the hospital," she said, gesturing towards the bathroom.

"Never mind, it's not that bad. Just let me calm down."

More than ten minutes later, Yu Liang walked out of the bathroom, clutching her stomach. Her face was pale, and she was unsteady on her feet.

Wang Churan stood up from the bedside, looking at his almost exhausted state, and said with some concern, "Why don't you lie down and rest for a while?"

Yu Liang glanced at her bed, hesitated for a moment, then turned and sat on the sofa not far away.

"Does it still hurt?" Wang Churan asked again.

"It's much better than before, but my stomach is still a little sore," Yu Liang said, leaning back on the sofa with her eyes closed. "I'll never eat Indian food again."

He strongly suspected that the curry was made with Ganges water. The effect was far too authentic.

Seeing his expression, Wang Churan wanted to say something to ease the tension, so she replied, "Do you know how people make fun of different countries' cuisines online?"

Yu Liang opened one eye. "What?"

"Japanese cuisine has a meticulous, almost obsessive, refinement—"

"Korean food is a kind of cold and austere ritual," Yu Liang added.

"Western food has a sophisticated feel to it, like it's half-cooked and half-baked," Wang Churan continued.

The two exchanged a glance, and Yu Liang lowered his voice to say the last sentence: "And Indian food—is a solid feeling of being surrounded by excrement."

Wang Churan couldn't help but burst out laughing, then immediately covered her mouth, "Yu Liang, you're disgusting! You just finished eating and you're still saying that."

"It's nothing, I just took it out again." Yu Liang shrugged.

Wang Churan: "..."

Wang Churan rolled her eyes at him.

"I feel like your stomach doesn't hurt as much anymore."

"No, it still hurts. Just now, I felt like my hemorrhoids were about to come out."

Wang Churan hesitated for a moment when he saw Yu Liangyue's pained expression.

She had called the doctor on her team when Yu Liang went to the restroom.

The doctor said it was an upset stomach, with mild diarrhea and a little stomach cramps. He said he would recover after resting for an hour or two.

The doctor also mentioned that applying heat can relieve spasms.

"How about... I rub it for you?"

As soon as she said it, her own ears turned red.

She told herself: He got like this because he ate at the restaurant she recommended, and now that he's in so much pain, it's only right that she helps.

There's nothing to be embarrassed about.

Yu Liang opened his eyes and glanced at her.

Wang Churan stood by the sofa, her fingers twisted together, her eyes fixed on the toes of her slippers. She knew he was watching her, but she didn't dare look up.

"This...isn't that a bit inappropriate?" Yu Liang said.

"Don't give me that." Although Wang Churan was naive, she knew exactly what Yu Liang was thinking.

She steeled herself and sat down next to him. The sofa was narrow, and the two were very close together.

She placed her hand on Yu Liang's stomach, and the moment her fingertips touched his abdomen, she felt a hard texture.

It feels like abs.

Her fingers twitched slightly.

After rubbing it a couple of times, I realized that because Yu Liang was wearing a shirt, the fabric was too slippery, and I couldn't get any pressure on it.

"Why don't you unbutton your shirt?"

Wang Churan whispered, her eyes fixed on her fingers resting on his stomach, not daring to move them an inch higher. She could feel her face burning.

"Huh?" Yu Liang was taken aback.

He looked down at her.

Her eyelashes drooped low, her fingers resting on the buttons of his shirt, her fingertips trembling slightly.

A thought briefly flashed through Yu Liang's mind, but she quickly suppressed it.

"I'm not going to rub it anymore. I'll just lie here for a bit and it'll be fine," he said.

"Never mind, I'll give you a massage instead," Wang Churan said.

She reached out and carefully unbuttoned the bottom two buttons of his shirt.

The movements were slow, as if they were doing something that required extreme concentration.

Yu Liang's abs were clearly visible beneath his open shirt.

Wang Churan placed his fingers back on the object.

This time, there was no fabric to block it; skin to skin.

Her fingers were smooth and soft as she massaged his abdomen in circles.

A few minutes later,

"Should I give you another hot compress?" Wang Churan suddenly remembered what the doctor had said.

She stood up and quickly walked into the bathroom.

The sound of rustling water could be heard coming from behind the frosted glass.

A moment later, she came out carrying a pink towel. The towel was neatly folded and still steaming.

She walked to the sofa, bent down, and covered Yu Liang's navel with a towel.

Yu Liang smelled a faint fragrance on the towel.

Her neckline flashed in front of him. Yu Liang shifted his gaze to the ceiling.

"Does this feel much better?"

"Yes. Thank you."

The sofa was so small that every time Wang Churan sat down, the edge of her mid-calf socks under her skirt would gently brush against the back of Yu Liang's hand.

Wang Churan paused for a moment.

"The towel is cold, let me warm it up for you."

Wang Churan reached for the towel, turning her body slightly to the side.

Perhaps she bent over too much, or perhaps she was a little flustered, because she twisted her ankle.

She leaned forward.

Yu Liang only had time to let out a short scream before she was engulfed by something soft.

Her lower body pressed against Yu Liang's abdomen, while her shirt, covering her full figure, clung tightly to his cheeks.

Yu Liang felt a sense of suffocation for a moment.

A warm touch squeezed in from both sides, carrying her faint fragrance.

Even worse, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen where the pressure was applied, and he instinctively struggled, his hand grabbing forward uncontrollably.

My fingertips touched a smooth, soft skin.

So this is what it feels like between the hem of the skirt and the mid-calf socks.

"ah--!"

Wang Churan let out a scream.

She hurriedly tried to sit up, but before she could get her hands on the ground, she was afraid of pressing on Yu Liang's stomach, so she froze there.

She could feel her face burning, her whole face burning, and Yu Liang's hard abs pressed against her.

"Don't move—"

"Get up first—"

Wang Churan scrambled to his feet in a flustered manner and took two steps back.

Her face was so red it looked like it could drip blood, and the tips of her ears were also bright red. She didn't know where to look.

"I...I'll go heat up the towel for you again."

She grabbed the now-cold towel and hurried into the bathroom as if fleeing.

The door closed very softly. Then came the sound of the faucet being turned up to its highest setting, which lasted for a long time.

Yu Liang lay on the sofa, her fingers unconsciously stroking the fabric. The sensation from that touch still lingered on her fingertips.

The bathroom finally quieted down. After a moment, Wang Churan came out with a freshly warmed towel.

Yu Liang glanced at her, then froze.

Her chest was soaked.

I was in a hurry to turn on the tap, and water splashed on me. My white shirt clung to my skin, revealing glimpses of my dark inner layer.

Wang Churan was completely unaware.

This time she learned her lesson and didn't bend over. Instead, she half-squatted down by the sofa and carefully covered her cold stomach with a towel.

Then she followed Yu Liang's gaze and saw her own cleavage.

"ah--!"

She suddenly stood up, clutching her chest with both hands, looking like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and turned to run towards the bathroom.

He ran halfway but then turned back, opened the closet door, quickly grabbed two pieces of clothing, and rushed back into the bathroom.

"Yu Liang, you're not allowed to look!"

"Big sister, this glass is frosted, how can I see anything?" Yu Liang turned her face to the other side.

But he still couldn't help but glance at it.

Behind the frosted glass, the air was filled with mist, and her silhouette was vaguely reflected on it.

With slender shoulders and a supple waist, she raised her arm to take off her shirt.

A short while later, Wang Churan came out from inside.

I changed into a polo shirt.

The neckline was neat, and the hem was tucked into the skirt. Surprisingly, it actually went quite well with that blue plaid JK skirt.

Or perhaps the girl in front of me is just too beautiful.

The blush on her face hadn't completely faded, and her earlobes were still pink.

"Um... towel."

She pointed to the towel on his stomach.