Her expression froze, her mind became blank. "I’ve been recuperating here for more than a month, severely lacking physical activity every day in the room. The weather has been nice lately, no rain, so I went downstairs to run a few laps and get some exercise." Jing Jihan patiently explained to the little woman with the hidden fury in her emotions. Shi Su wanted to withdraw her hand, but Jing Jihan, holding it, applied pressure with his fingertips, not letting go. The microwave beside them went "ding", and she quickly shook off his hand with force, retrieved the defrosted chicken pieces, then turned to search for breadcrumbs, casually saying, "I didn’t ask you that." After finding it, she lowered her head to coat the chicken pieces with breadcrumbs, with her back facing him, saying, "Anyway, you’ll leave sooner or later. I don’t really care, but Mianmian is too young, she can’t accept it yet. So if you leave someday, remember to appease Mianmian for me; I don’t want to hear her heartbreaking cries." She turned around to fetch the utensils, seeing that he hadn’t left yet, and impatiently pushed him with her elbow: "Don’t stand here in the way!" She nudged him with her elbow once more; if her hand weren’t still covered in breadcrumbs, she’d have used her hand directly. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel~fire~net He still didn’t budge. Shi Su raised her eyes: "What’s wrong with you? I’m..." The man suddenly took a step forward, and Shi Su instinctively stepped back, glaring at him, even raising her breadcrumb-covered hand threateningly in front of him, indicating if he didn’t leave, she’d smear them all over him. Yet suddenly realizing it was pointless, if his clothes were soiled, she’d have to wash them since he was staying at her place. Just as she thought of this, sensing the man closing in again, before she could retreat, his long legs touched her, startling her into stepping back hastily, stumbling and directly leaning back heavily against the kitchen wall. Jing Jihan didn’t give her any room to think, leaning closer until their distance was so close she could clearly feel his slightly heated breath blowing on her cheek. Shi Su’s mind went blank for a moment, her hands unsure whether to push him away or where to place them, her guarded and resistant face obvious, her eyes sending increasingly strong signals of warning. The man’s eyes were dark, deeply alluring: "Why didn’t you reply to my messages or answer my calls last night?" "Phone was on silent, didn’t see it." Shi Su didn’t bother with deliberate explanations, vaguely uttering the sentence, then pushing him with her elbow again: "Move aside!" Jing Jihan lowered his eyelids to look at her, unmoving. As the man’s gaze unexpectedly fell on her lips, Shi Su swiftly raised a hand, forcefully covering his mouth, smearing a large patch of breadcrumbs across his mouth and chin, continuing to press his mouth mercilessly, angrily saying, "I told you, if you dare to try anything with me, I’ll beat you to the state you were in when I saved you and toss you back down the cliff to fend for yourself!" Jing Jihan remained unfazed, pulling her hand down, leaning closer. Shi Su was shocked, completely pressed against the wall behind her, with no escape, her mind in turmoil, one hand held by the man, the other clutched by him, leaving no room for resistance, retracting her neck, her eyes revealing undeniable panic. Just when they were close enough to feel each other’s breath clearly, the man stopped, looking at her. Had she ever experienced romance? Despite having Mianmian, she still showed such bewildered and helpless expressions. "What do you think I’m going to do?" The man’s voice was near, with a hint of elusive teasing amidst its clarity. Shi Su stiffly stared at him, at the breadcrumbs she smeared on half his face. "The chicken pieces for Mianmian tonight might be ruined." He said softly. Shi Su didn’t snap back to reality until he leaned forward again, making her nervous once more, but the man said: "Smell for yourself, have the breadcrumbs been left too long?" "Huh?" Shi Su instinctively sniffed the breadcrumbs on his face. It seemed there indeed was a spoiled odor, not completely rotten, but with a musty scent from being kept in humid weather for too long. The man looked down at her as she raised her face to sniff. Shi Su raised her hand to transfer the breadcrumbs from his chin to her finger, sniffed again, and frowned: "What should I do, I guess I’ll just use some flour, Mianmian isn’t too picky, as long as it tastes good." After saying this, she mercilessly pushed the man aside: "Move, move, don’t get in the way!" Mianmian had stopped crying long ago, now seeing Ji Han uncle suddenly chased out from the kitchen by mommy, she widened her eyes curiously and asked: "Ji Han uncle, what’s on your face?" Jing Jihan raised a hand, slowly wiping the breadcrumbs at his lips, then glancing at the breadcrumbs on his finger, silently chuckled: "It’s nothing, I’m going to the bedroom for a bath." "Oh." Mianmian obediently sat back on the sofa, but upon seeing uncle’s handsome face with all that stuff, she couldn’t help covering her mouth and giggling secretly. The crew over there had quick news, upon learning Shi Su had recovered, they immediately requested her to return to the crew a day early, after all, Shi Su had a significant role, and the filming tasks were heavy. The day before returning to the crew, the staff from "Yao Platform" sent a message, saying that the show’s official Weibo would be announcing the lead actors yesterday, and they’d tag their names, asking Shi Su to provide her Weibo and also need her to cooperate with the show’s publicity at any time. Shi Su busily rehearsed her script at night, replied with an "okay", and downloaded Weibo again from the app store, having uninstalled it earlier. She usually read news through the browser or her small account; indeed, she had an authenticated Weibo, marked with a yellow V, but hadn’t updated for months, except when Jun initially released some promotional images for a drama then airing from her account, and others posted by Jun having the studio post some magazine photos Shi Su had taken. Though Shi Su hadn’t been in the circle long and wasn’t well-known, her physique and looks were favored by magazine parties, even if she hadn’t had the chance to access first and second-tier magazines, some decent smaller magazines also approached Shi Su, which she regarded as earning extra money, having shot some campus-style and minimalist magazine covers and contents. Her Weibo name was plainly Shi Su, having mutually followed the crew’s official Weibo, she immediately exited the Weibo page, not browsing further. Minutes later, her Weibo follower list suddenly included a striking name.