Chapter 73: Bad News: He

"Meng Jie, your courage today... seems unusually high."

Bai Liang's voice was slightly hoarse, probably due to a dry throat.

Meng Ziyi seemed to notice this, and as if contagious, she felt her own throat beginning to dry out too.

A flicker of panic instinctively crossed her eyes—she only looked seductive, like a "bad woman," but she was only twenty this year....

Originally, the two had been sitting normally on the sofa chatting, but then Meng Ziyi, to "tease" Bai Liang, changed her posture to kneel on one knee atop the sofa so Bai Liang could "look her in the eye."

But now... she looked down and realized she was already straddling his lap.

Her legs weren't as taut and powerful as Jin Cheng's dancer's limbs, but her twenty-year-old age brought endless possibilities and visibly radiant youth.

Stimulating a man's hormones in the most direct way possible!

But right now, her mind was strangely foggy: When did this happen?

Her actions today were actually due to being "encouraged" just now.

With her usual behavior as Bai Liang's little shadow on set, who couldn't see through her little crush? ~

When Bai Liang was around, everyone gave her some face; once he left, the girls' teasing became merciless.

Li Yitong even goaded her: If you like him, just go for it! If you don't, I'll step in!

That line sounded totally fake—Li Yitong was a classic "career-focused" type, someone who could negotiate her own pay down, why would she care about this nonsense now?

But those words still struck Meng Ziyi's weak spot, because she knew deep down she had a formidable rival.

If her feelings were this obvious, Gu Li Nazha was practically pressing her face against his.

How many golden chances does life offer? Sometimes, you just have to seize them hard!

So, with her head spinning, she decided to test Bai Liang's "quality."

But awkwardly, she currently had nothing but a body and figure perfectly suited for seduction—with zero experience.

As a result, once seated on his lap, she had no idea what to do next and became utterly confused.

She couldn't just grab him and kiss him without warning~

What if... what if Bai Liang refused to take responsibility, or said, "Sorry, I already have a girlfriend"? Meng Ziyi felt she'd never be able to stay on this set again.

So, at this critical moment, she nervously blurted out: "Will you take responsibility?"

Bai Liang froze. Wait, I haven't even gotten started... are your Northeastern rules this shameless?

Seeing him stunned, Meng Ziyi naturally assumed this jerk had no such intentions—anger flared... and when angry, she wanted to bite. So she aimed straight for his shoulder.

She didn't truly intend to bite hard—just wanted to express her stance—but she sent an extremely "bad" signal.

Bai Liang had completely lost any desire to continue talking to her; the moment he began slowly, deliberately undressing himself, that was her last chance to regret it.

Even if the hotel exploded right then, he'd finish what he started before running.

Unfortunately, Meng Ziyi missed it.

She even had time to instinctively gasp: Wow! Abs!

Then suddenly, her vision went "black," as if she'd lost all awareness.

The weather had grown quite cold, but this hotel had underfloor heating, so even as icy winds howled outside, the room remained warm as spring.

This was something Meng Ziyi had specifically praised when they first checked in.

This Northeastern girl adored underfloor heating.

But now... she only felt hot, scorching hot—her body hot, her heart hot.

For all sorts of reasons, she was drenched in sweat!

So much that she worried she might no longer smell nice~

But these thoughts flashed through her mind and vanished—she had no strength left to care; the flesh on her cheeks was flattened, flushed deep red, and she didn't even want to shift position slightly.

Bai Liang, however, still had plenty of energy. He gently patted her butt, about to say something, when he heard a sobbing voice.

He thought she was about to curse, but she only mumbled words he couldn't understand—not Northeastern dialect, just pure nonsense mumbling.

Looking closely, Meng Ziyi, already naturally seductive, now looked like she could drip liquid—her youthful, invincible beauty had somehow acquired a faint wife-like aura, incredibly alluring.

So... Bai Liang did nothing.

But his body's instinctive reaction was already terrifying.

It nearly sent Meng Ziyi, who felt utterly drained and limp as noodles, flying off like a rocket.

Fortunately, the launch failed, and she quietly collapsed back down.

But her eyes clearly pleaded: I know I'm wrong! I really know it!

How she fell asleep afterward, she had little memory—this night was mostly hazy, yet deeply unforgettable.

But the next morning, when Meng Ziyi woke up with messy hair and a disheveled face, she found no trace of Bai Liang in the room—and her heart suddenly fluttered with unease.

Barefoot, she stepped onto the floor, the faint chill seeping straight into her bones.

But after a few steps, she suddenly exhaled in relief.

She remembered how chaotic the room had been last night—clothes and pants scattered everywhere, the sofa nearly overturned.

Yet now everything was neatly arranged, even her clothes folded and placed carefully.

Most importantly... a single flower sat on the coffee table.

Seeing that flower, Meng Ziyi instantly felt at ease—as if her once-gray world had suddenly regained color, vivid and bright!

Some boys might be more practical, like preparing a steaming hot breakfast.

Neither is better—just personal preference.

Meng Ziyi clearly preferred the former.

But at that moment, Bai Liang returned carrying breakfast.

"Awake? Come eat something."

Eat what? No thanks.

Although her body was still quite uncomfortable, Meng Zi Yi darted into his arms like a swallow flying home, clinging tightly and refusing to let go, her voice sweet and sugary: "I thought you'd run away~"

"Run away? Why would I run away? Having a girlfriend is a good thing, isn't it?"

Wow!

"You mean… I'm your girlfriend?" Meng Zi Yi exclaimed in delight.

Although Bai Liang wouldn't say it, she would've asked anyway—but oh my goodness, who could believe it? A boy who takes initiative and accepts responsibility is just so wonderful! So responsible!

"What else?" Bai Liang remained calm as ever, clearly demonstrating he was indeed a responsible man. "First, eat breakfast. I've already taken leave for you from Producer Guo—you can rest in the hotel for two days."

"Take leave?! What excuse did you use to take leave?!"

"You're not feeling well."

"Oh no…"

The moment Bai Liang came back, she suddenly wasn't feeling well… It was like lice appearing on a bald head!

Still, aside from a little embarrassment and annoyance, she felt mostly happy.

Another huge plus: he's willing to let others know about their relationship!

Meng Zi Yi felt a pang of guilt—she had once suspected Bai Liang might be a player… How could he possibly be a player?

But as she was eating breakfast, Bai Liang said: "I'll contact Sister Qian Jie later and arrange for her to set up a meeting with my parents."

"Pfft!"

She nearly spat soy milk all over Bai Liang's face.

"Meet who? Who are you talking about meeting?"

"Your parents. The purpose of dating is marriage, and I think the timeline shouldn't be too long—one to two years is ideal. As long as it's not a long-distance relationship, enough time spent together will let two people decide whether to enter marriage…"

"Stop! Don't say any more!"

Clearly, the girl was stunned.

How had sweet, tender love suddenly turned into this?

Good news: he really is responsible, not a player, won't vanish after intimacy.

Bad news: he's too responsible!