Shining Stars: First Producer

"So?" Song Moran asked softly with a quick smile in his eyes.

"So I might ask you to sleep on the sofa," Lu Cheng said weakly. Lu Cheng suspected that if it wasn't for the sofa underneath, she might have already slipped down.

"Huh?" Hearing the sofa, Song Moran raised his eyebrows slightly and hummed softly.

Just such a single word can already arouse all of Lu Cheng's guilt, his head lowered involuntarily, and finally lay on his knees.

"Together with you," Song Moran said, and explained solemnly under Lu Cheng's surprised gaze, "The sofa is too short."

Under his gaze, Lu Cheng couldn't help but began to measure Song Moran's height and the length of the sofa in his heart.

"Then I'll sleep on the sofa," Lu Cheng hesitated for a while before saying.

Although she fell in love with Song Moran, she still couldn't accept being naked so soon.

Looking at her flickering eyes, Song Moran raised his eyebrows to look at her. Although he didn't speak, it made Lu Cheng feel a rush of pressure.

"You sleep on the sofa?" Song Moran asked back word by word, making Lu Cheng react immediately.

Under such circumstances, she still wanted to struggle, and said hesitantly, "No one else knows."

Song Moran stretched out his fingers to pinch his aching forehead, and looked straight at Lu Cheng who was trying to separate from him.

Under such stares, Lu Cheng nodded involuntarily, and sat there a little slumped, feeling remorse in his heart.

But this kind of emotion quickly disappeared with the passage of time, followed by tension, the tension that went deep into the bottom of my heart.

"I'll go wash up first," Lu Cheng bit her lip, barely restraining her urge to turn around and run away, and said as if nothing had happened.

Song Moran nodded casually, and casually took a book next to him to read.

I don't know how long it took, but Lu Cheng walked out slowly, covered in moisture, awkwardly not knowing where to look.

But her performance didn't bring any pressure to you Song Moran at all, as if she knew that she was used to it, Song Moran put the book aside, waved at Lu Cheng, and said, "I'll give it to you. You blow your hair."

Lu Cheng froze for a moment, and after she realized it, she couldn't restrain her emotions at all, and the little nervousness had long been washed away by such excitement.

She looked at Song Moran with bright eyes, and asked a little unconfidently, "Are you going to blow my hair?"

Song Moran looked at her blankly, turned around and took the hair dryer into his hand.

Seeing his posture, Lu Cheng couldn't help but rejoice, and with a soft cry, she hurriedly walked in front of him, and obediently sat down with her back to him.

Probably because he had never done such a thing before, Song Moran's movements were not gentle, and he would even pull Lu Cheng's hair inadvertently.

But Lu Cheng didn't make any sound, his expression blurred.

As long as she thinks that Song Moran's palms that handle countless documents are doing such insignificant things for herself, Lu Cheng can't help being satisfied.

Unaware of the turmoil in Lu Cheng's heart, Song Moran meticulously dried all her hair half-dried, and then reluctantly said, "Okay, but you have to sit for a while before going to sleep."

Not knowing what he said at all, Lu Cheng nodded obediently, and involuntarily put his fingers behind his back, wanting to tug at his soft hair.

"Wait for me," Song Moran said expressionlessly, but the simple two words had such a powerful impact that Lu Cheng suddenly forgot about the hair.

Quickly crawling onto the bed, Lu Cheng wrapped herself into a silkworm baby, leaving only a pair of brows and eyes exposed, looking vigilantly in the direction of the door.

I don't know if it's my own psychological effect, but the bedroom is very quiet, but the deer orange horn seems to be able to hear the sound of water flowing in my ears, and the sound of vertically falling water passing through the barrier and slowly sliding down.

All of this makes Lu Cheng involuntarily start to imagine the scene in the bathroom.

Although I haven't seen Song Moran's body before, I know that he must have beautiful muscles, well-proportioned but with some extraordinary explosive power...

As Lu Cheng thought more and more, Song Moran's figure in her mind became clearer and clearer.

It's just that compared with Song Moran who is in a suit and leather shoes during the day, in Lu Cheng's mind he is completely naked, with lean muscles and clear and smooth muscle lines...

Lu Cheng couldn't help stretching out her hand to cover her cheek, but the redness of the skin leaking between her fingers made it easy for people to know her current mood.

"Lu Cheng, well, you are not allowed to think about anything now!" Lu Cheng whispered to himself.

Such orders seemed to have some effect, and the heat on Lu Cheng's face slowly began to dissipate.

But this kind of calm was only maintained until the moment Song Moran pushed the door open.

"You you you you!" Lu Cheng pointed at the person who pushed the door, with a panicked and shy tone.

"Huh?" Song Moran looked over with some doubts. Lu Cheng couldn't help but reflect on himself with such eyes. Lu Cheng, who lowered her head, didn't see the flashing smile in Song Moran's eyes.

"Why did you come out like this?" Lu Cheng asked solemnly, "I don't mean anything else, I'm just worried about your illness."

Such an explanation of 300 taels of no silver here made Song Moran couldn't help curling the corners of his lips, but his tone of voice didn't change much.

"There is no pajamas suitable for me here," Song Moran said confidently, while walking slowly towards the bed.

As he continued to approach, Lu Cheng involuntarily began to hold his breath, and at the same time shrank his body to the side.

Should I decline or agree?Two options kept appearing in Lu Cheng's mind, making her unable to make a decision.

Looking at the expression of Lu Chenghun wandering outside the sky, Song Moran felt a little helpless.

When Lu Cheng came back to his senses, Song Moran had already sat beside her, and the aura of the man dominated all the space.

As if the whole person was surrounded by it, Lu Cheng couldn't help thinking in his heart, and also took a deep breath furtively, the strong woody smell made Lu Cheng couldn't help but curl his lips, and his mood relaxed a lot.

Sensing the emotional changes of the people next to him, Song Moran raised his eyebrows and said softly, "Don't be too nervous, I won't do anything to you now."

Knowing Song Moran's uncompromising character, Lu Cheng secretly heaved a sigh of relief in his heart, and at the same time rolled his eyes, the cunning in his heart flashed past.

Lu Cheng turned around and hugged Song Moran lightly, with almost no flimsy clothing.