The noble man in an expensive suit was holding a woman dressed in a medieval costume with a red ribbon tied on her head. One in black and one in red, surprisingly harmonious.
It does feel a bit like a time-travel romance or something.
Mu Qiu hesitated for a moment, glanced at the door, and then slowly reached out to wrap her arms around his waist.
She had been eyeing this waist for a long time.
The quiet intimacy lasted for about two minutes before Mu Qiu spoke to him.
"Brother Cheng, you just came in like this..."
Cheng Zhirang sighed a little, patting her hair, "Don't worry, the show team is very considerate."
Mu Qiu thought he meant that, after all, he had been in the entertainment industry for ten years, having a high status, and the show wouldn't disrespect him.
Thinking this made sense, she nodded, relieved, her tone a bit more cheerful, "You really look particularly, particularly handsome in this outfit today."
"Really? The suit looks good?"
