Showbiz Scandal: The Official Announcement of My Ex and Myself-Chapter 365: Inside and Outside the Door

What to do?

In such a perfect place that would be a pity to miss, maybe the person beside me would be scared and jump into his arms?

Maybe she’d find it hard not to rely on him more, wanting to cling to him?

Regardless of what the person beside him thinks, he couldn’t help wanting to get closer to her, wanting to have every inch of their skin entwined, holding tightly in the dark.

"If I open this door," he said softly, "can I kiss you?"

Yu Xia looked at him in shock.

"It’s not like all this effort is just for me. You’re asking for a reward? Why don’t you go to heaven?"

Xie Qingci felt the adrenaline speeding through him begin to slow down.

He paused, insisting, "Just say yes or no."

Yu Xia: "...Kiss, kiss, kiss. Kiss you to death! Just open the door!"

Xie Qingci squatted down, observing the lock calmly as he said, "You better keep your promise."

Yu Xia couldn’t quite believe he could open the door. Earlier, they had spent half an hour here without him having any idea. Could a kiss really turn him into a miracle worker?

But it was indeed outrageous.

Xie Qingci actually opened the door!

She squatted beside him, looking up at his blurred profile with admiration.

"Just a kiss, and you’ve evolved. What if you had more? Wouldn’t you really ascend to heaven?"

Xie Qingci pushed the iron door with a clang, looked down at her, and said, "As long as you dare to give it. Come in."

Inside the room, Yu Xia carefully checked the items.

A small cabinet, a wooden bed frame, a bamboo mat, and a double-layered glass coffee table, all messily placed.

Compared to the Syrian wilderness style in other rooms, this was quite nice.

The sound of a clang came from behind, and she turned to find Xie Qingci re-locking the door.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing, just out of habit." He walked over, checked everything again thoroughly, as if looking for any pinhole cameras.

Once done, he put down the backpack and began to claim his reward.

"You said I could kiss."

Yu Xia was speechless: "You’re not a child in the oral stage; why do you keep thinking about kissing? I’ll make you a teething stick to bite on."

Or wear a bite guard.

With no cameras or others around, Xie Qingci spoke without reservation, his voice light and low, like a spell.

"Isn’t it nice? Liking someone means wanting to be close all the time, doesn’t it? Don’t you want to?"

She dared not say she didn’t want to, with him standing right in front of her.

"I do, I do, hurry up and kiss yours."

Yet he didn’t, instead leaning down to breathe softly by her lips and ear, pulling her back forcefully when she tried to back away.

In the dark, other senses magnified infinitely. She could hear his breathing, his heartbeat, feel his every tremor.

It felt like what clung to her wasn’t a person but a wisp of shadow.

A soft shadow with a tail, touching her, each touch lingering in unexpected places, sensations linking together like shadows wrapping around her body and soul.

She felt they were like students secretly kissing in the basement behind their parents’ backs.

Only when he’d had his fill of close contact did he kiss her properly.

Lingering, tender, yet never gentle, his usual style.

Yu Xia quickly forgot where she was, exchanging heartbeats with him, holding his neck and kissing tenderly.

Light footsteps echoed in the hallway.

Song Xi stepped onto the third floor, listening carefully, searching slowly through the dark.

At this hour, others were all resting at their chosen safe spots.

But he remained restless, distracted even when talking to Lan Hui.

He’s attitude might not have been great; Lan Hui fell asleep against the wall without much conversation.

He stared blankly at the night outside the balcony for a long time, but couldn’t help himself, tiptoeing downstairs.

With such perfect timing and setting, what would those two do alone?

Hug? Kiss?

The words he once used to provoke Xie Qingci now turned back on him.

Just a floor apart, they could be hugging and kissing while he drove himself crazy with imagination.

He couldn’t bear that gap; he just wanted to see, see if they were so bold as to not hide even during the show.

The closer to his destination, the quieter the setting, and the louder his heartbeat.

Which room were they in? What were they doing? Would he see something he shouldn’t?

Every question loudly resounded in his mind, and he earnestly contemplated the right or wrong of his actions.

Song Xi’s heart pounded like a drum, and he stood quietly for a moment with closed eyes.

These actions weren’t right, even if Yu Xia and Xie Qingci were kissing, it was none of his business, no reason to involve himself.

If this got out, wouldn’t he, the voyeur, get dragged in as well?

Yet his feet continued moving forward.

As if an unseen force pulled him, urging him to face reality.

Thud.

A soft sound emerged from a room ahead.

But the hallway was so silent, Song Xi heard it clearly.

He followed it step by step, sticking stiffly outside the door like a petty thief, listening.

Found them.

Rushed breathing and the sounds of a kiss.

They were indeed kissing.

The fact established, Song Xi didn’t know what he should think.

He had no right to judge them, no right to eavesdrop, yet his feet like welded to the ground, his legs stiff and unable to lift.

He seemed a bit angry.

Angry at Xie Qingci’s perpetual lust, at Yu Xia’s indulgence, at the door separating them.

Most of all, angry that it wasn’t him inside.

Song Xi hung his head. The dark hallway held no others, no one to see his pale face.

Inside, they seemed to have finished kissing, intermittent voices emerging.

Yu Xia’s voice, sweetly chiding.

"Like a dog, yet you say you’re not one."

Then a loathsome voice chimed in.

"Sorry, couldn’t help it." A voice brimming with joy, satisfaction.

Song Xi suddenly remembered a leak about Xie Qingci catching a high fever on set, stubbornly staying in the hotel near Yu Xia.

Back then, they probably weren’t together yet? Was Xie Qingci, like him now, standing outside her room, wanting to burst in for mercy, but not daring to knock loudly?

Yu Xia wasn’t a soft-hearted person. Without her willing affection, Xie Qingci could have knelt by her door, and she’d just hold the door, yawning, laughingly saying, "I just don’t like you."

I just don’t like you.

The image of Yu Xia saying this lingered. When the two inside kissed again, Song Xi fled in panic.