Showbiz Scandal: The Official Announcement of My Ex and Myself-Chapter 341: I’m Uncomfortable

Lan Hui waited for quite a while but didn’t hear the second half of Song Xi’s sentence, so she took the initiative to ask.

"What did you want to say?"

Song Xi was silent for a moment and then softly asked, "How do you think it feels to like someone?"

He even found a reason for his question: "I see Xie Qingci being like a moth to a flame, and you said during filming you’d fall for the male lead..."

Lan Hui gave him a strange look, as if to say "So you’re still a naive guy," staring at him until he became stiff all over, then chuckled like someone who’s been through it:

"You mean to say you never had a crush on a female classmate during puberty?"

Song Xi awkwardly shook his head: "I started training as a trainee in middle school, didn’t have much time to think about anything else."

Besides, to debut, it’s best not to have any romantic experiences. His agent made that very clear, and he remembered it clearly.

Lan Hui shared her past romantic experiences with her cute, youthful round face.

"Liking someone, well, it’s like being happy just seeing them, and no matter what you’re doing, if they’re within your line of sight, you always want to sneak a few glances. If your eyes meet, then you feel embarrassed and quickly turn away to avoid their gaze. But then, you want to see if they’ll react the same way, so after turning away, you want to sneak another look."

This shy and timid behavior wouldn’t appear on Song Xi. Thinking about his interactions with Yu Xia, he replaced shyness with frantic embarrassment.

When Yu Xia was giving him her ambiguous smile, he felt like a discarded, low-quality lollipop—unable to shake off the shame and bewilderment.

He lacked any sense of the situation, so he asked directly: "Is that really it? But what I see... they’re not like that."

Lan Hui glanced at Xie Qingci speaking at the door; his eyes were glued to Yu Xia, focused, serious, and if you looked closely, he even had a smile.

"It depends on the person. But generally, it’s similar—feeling jealous of people around her, regretting not performing well in front of her, and being unable to resist taking a couple more glances."

Song Xi swallowed and asked again: "I get it, but does it always stay like that? Just maintaining a secret crushing, hoping for a response?"

"Of course not," Lan Hui subtly pointed at Xie Qingci, "Like him, you’d want to draw a circle to mark your territory and include that person within it. Males in the animal kingdom must do many things to win over females. It’s a survival rule.

People aren’t stupid. If you like someone, you have to take action; you can’t perform a solo act of affection, right? Isn’t that crazy?"

Song Xi’s expression cracked slightly, and it took him a while to breathe out a sigh.

"True enough."

On the other side.

Yu Xia was talking to Xie Qingci about the Red String Copper Plate.

Xie Qingci said he wanted to take off the copper plate on his hand.

"I originally wanted to keep wearing it as a memento, then you could wear it too, as a memento. But you gave it to your brother and them; if I wear it again, it just feels strange."

Yu Xia hadn’t expected that he, a big guy, had such a penchant for couple items. She fiddled with the silver bracelet on his wrist and said, "You could wear this instead."

Xie Qingci’s expression became slightly strained.

He didn’t much like this kind of thing that obviously seemed meant only for girls.

Yu Xia held in her laughter and touched the green earrings on her earlobes: "Or you could wear these."

That was even more unbearable; Xie Qingci showed visible resistance.

She then asked, arms crossed, "What do you want then?"

Xie Qingci lowered his gaze in thought, his long, thick eyelashes casting shadows in the dim light, which made Yu Xia’s hands itch, and she couldn’t help wanting to touch them.

"Don’t move, there’s dirt on your head." She purposefully said, openly reaching for him.

Xie Qingci obediently lowered his head, and her fingertips lightly touched that line of dark lashes.

He couldn’t control the tremble, his lashes shaking, brushing against her finger pads, tickling.

She withdrew her hand in satisfaction and continued asking, "Decided?"

Xie Qingci nodded, straightened up again, and suggested, "Why don’t we keep one of these items? Put it in your blue box."

She looked at him with an odd expression.

"You really think that’s a time capsule."

"Is that not okay?"

She stretched her voice: "Fine, fine, fine—"

Xie Qingci flashed a smile and then looked at her hand.

"Does your hand still hurt? This ointment has quite a strong smell."

Yu Xia sniffed: "It does a bit. When I was drinking yogurt earlier, it almost felt like drinking Chinese medicine. I’m thinking of using a wet tissue to wipe it off before I sleep."

"That could work," he said, tapping her wrist, lowering his gaze, "he pulled your hand."

She took two seconds to react before she realized what he meant, rolling her eyes.

"If he hadn’t pulled me, my hand would be in worse shape now."

Jealousy needs proper timing.

Xie Qingci tapped her wrist again, sighed deeply, and said softly, "I know, but it still feels uncomfortable, it’s kind of hard to bear."

His "hard to bear" was spoken with lingering emotion, and he glanced at her hesitantly.

"..." He’s really got into playing this role.

But his handsome face was still captivating.

She felt like a bald old man resolving domestic disputes, ran her fingers through her well-preserved long hair, and took a deep breath: "What do you want? I must remind you, we’re still on the show."

"I know, I’ll be mindful."

Mindful, my foot. Now he’s coaxed her into lowering her guard, no wonder He Ci kept warning her not to listen to everything that sly fox said; he clearly foresaw it.

After exchanging a few words, she felt she had promised an outgoing wish, her heart suspended not knowing what he’d actually do.

The kind of thing only both of them were aware of, the upcoming event bringing nervous and strange excitement, kept her alert, not at all sleepy, even late at night, she was still wide awake.

However, she quietly followed everyone’s routine, calmly closing her eyes, guessing what Xie Qingci planned.

Then, in the silence, someone hooked her palm.

The cool wet wipe moved from her wrist to the back of her hand, fingers. He wiped very carefully, as if meticulously removing the traces left on her skin.

Then he took her hand, thumb gently rubbing the back.

He seemed particularly fond of that piece of skin, constantly pinching and playing with it, like a novel toy.

Once he had pinched enough, his hand slowly slid to her wrist.

Earlier in the day, Song Xi had gripped her wrist to avoid more hot water; he hadn’t paid attention to his strength, and she felt a bit pained, soon shaking off his hand.

With her eyes closed, she was thinking about how much of Song Xi pulling her hand Xie Qingci had seen, when warmth and softness suddenly touched her wrist.

Plus, the slight warmth from his breath.

Yu Xia’s body tensed again, but imagining his current actions, she felt amused.

Calling him a dog, he really was like a dog.

Any trace or scent left by others, he had to overwrite with his own, leaving more traces of himself.

She stifled her laughter with closed eyes, and as he licked again, she lifted her hand to touch his chin with her hand’s back.