Chapter 125

Liu Tianxian threw herself onto Fang Hong's back and wrapped her arms around his neck.

Fang Hong supported her thighs on both sides; she wasn't particularly heavy—Liu Tianxian was already thin, under fifty kilograms.

And her body was soft; if she weren't wearing a bra, it would be even better, even softer.

There was even an Assistant holding an umbrella for her!

The scene looked just like Cixi Taihou fleeing from Zijincheng.

A few people nearby watched and muttered under their breath: Lickdog!

Lickdogs always end up dying badly; Liu Tianxian isn't worth licking at all—you can't even lick her, and countless others have tried and failed!

But they only complained inwardly; no one dared intervene.

Yet Fang Hong paid no attention to the onlookers—he was merely curious, whispering: "Carrying you like this, doesn't it hurt? Don't you feel tearing?"

The carrying posture has her legs spread apart.

"Slap!"

Liu Tianxian slapped his mouth: "Shut up."

There are so many people here—say something like that?

Fang Hong was speechless; he was just concerned, and now he wasn't even allowed to ask.

They were walking on a narrow path dug out of the earth—only wide enough for two people to pass single file.

Add to that the road had been washed over by heavy rain, floods, and mudslides, leaving it uneven and muddy, hard to walk on—feet kept sinking in.

Especially Fang Hong, who carried someone behind him—his steps sank even deeper.

They couldn't slow down either; if they walked slowly, those behind them had to slow down too!

"Is that your car?"

Liu Tianxian pointed to a SUV half-buried in earth beside them.

"Yes, rented." Fang Hong said.

I'll have the rental company retrieve it later; just pay whatever the damage assessment says.

"I'm not saying this to blame you, but why come here in such danger?" Liu Tianxian couldn't help sounding reproachful.

Looking at this scene, the man must've been in terrible danger—if he'd been buried, what then? Unimaginable.

"I didn't know—I just suddenly wanted to see you, so I came. Didn't think much about it." Fang Hong said.

"You only came looking for me because The Bronze Sparrow Terrace changed its female lead." Liu Tianxian pierced through him—he was too perceptive.

Fang Hong stayed silent; it was indeed true.

Liu Tianxian added: "If I had taken The Bronze Sparrow Terrace, would you still have come looking for me?"

"No!" Fang Hong shook his head, speaking honestly.

"Why? Is our relationship so fragile?" Liu Tianxian felt hurt.

She took their relationship seriously—yet this man wouldn't even come find her.

"What I want is simple; it's not hard for you. If you know exactly what I want and still refuse to make even a small concession for me, then our relationship isn't mutual—it's one-sided. I want us to be mutual." Fang Hong said.

Liu Tianxian fell silent; she understood what the man meant—if two people can't compromise for each other, they'll eventually split over personality clashes.

If you can't even manage basic tolerance, what's the point of talking about "love"?

Fang Hong simply wanted her to remain pure and untainted, not letting any other man see her allure.

But Liu Tianxian had already made concessions, and Fang Hong had traveled thousands of miles to respond—this was mutual understanding and tolerance.

If Fang Hong hadn't responded, they might have lost each other forever.

Many couples lose each other exactly like this.

"If I didn't want you to do something, would you make a concession for me?" Liu Tianxian asked.

"Of course!" Fang Hong didn't even think.

"What about Fa Ge?" Liu Tianxian started bringing up old grievances.

That was the one thing she'd forbidden him from doing—crossing the line—and yet he did it anyway.

"I need to explain this."

"You don't need to explain. Let it go. If you do it again, I really won't speak to you."

Liu Tianxian knew everything about that incident—what was there left to explain?

Fang Hong fell silent; the tone suggested he'd passed the test!

The two only discussed the topic they hadn't finished talking about last night.

And they spoke softly—Liu Tianxian was whispering right by Fang Hong's ear, so no one else could hear clearly.

At that moment, Feng Shaofeng came over with two bottles of water: "Yifei, the investor Song Xiansheng wants us to post a Weibo update saying we're safe when we get back."

He didn't even glance at Fang Hong—because in his eyes, Fang Hong was just a lackey.

A lickdog—everywhere, everyone looks down on him.

"Okay, I'll post it." Liu Tianxian nodded.

"You didn't eat anything this morning, here—take this." Feng Shaofeng handed her a bottle of mineral water.

"Thank you!" Liu Tianxian replied politely.

"Give me one too." Fang Hong was extremely thirsty and needed hydration.

"This is mine—I've got none left."

Feng Shaofeng said, then twisted open the cap and took a sip.

Fuck, you're doing this on purpose—why don't you just die, you pretentious bastard! Fang Hong cursed inwardly.

"Drink mine."

Liu Tianxian twisted open the cap, saw he couldn't manage it easily, and fed it to him.

Xiao Feifei is still the best—Fang Hong tilted his head back and took several gulps, only then feeling much better.

Seeing him finish, Liu Tianxian also tilted her head back and took a sip, without showing any disgust.

Feng Shaofeng beside them watched, and for some reason felt the same kind of sickening sweetness as being force-fed public displays of affection—he just wanted to put on an act.

He hadn't expected Liu Tianxian to be so nice to this guy.

"I want more to drink," Fang Hong said.

Liu Tianxian fed him another sip and asked, "Do you want more?"

"No need, I'm already brimming with strength now."

Fang Hong looked toward Feng Shaofeng, noticing he seemed absent-minded: "Feng, watch your step!"

Feng Shaofeng was still wondering whether those two had something going on between them—when he heard that, his steps instinctively paused!

The moment he paused, the people behind him couldn't brake in time and crashed into him, though it wasn't too serious; he staggered a bit and then steadied himself.

He was just a hair away from being knocked face-first into the mud.

Fang Hong muttered inwardly: What a pity.

"Sorry, Feng!" the person behind apologized.

"Shaofeng, be careful, the road isn't easy to walk."

Liu Tianxian reminded him, and lightly patted Fang Hong's head on the way—truly asking for trouble.

"I'm fine."

Feng Shaofeng looked at Fang Hong, his gaze sharp, with the bearing of an overlord—yet Fang Hong acted as if he didn't exist.

The other celebrities watched and said nothing, only offering a word of concern—it's just how social etiquette works.

"So caring toward others, so fierce toward me," Fang Hong muttered under his breath.

"What are you muttering on and on about?" Liu Tianxian lowered her head to look at him.

"Nothing," Fang Hong said.

"Are you cursing me, hmm?" Liu Tianxian's last word was emphasized, as if carrying a threat.

"How would I dare—why don't you lend me some courage and see if I dare or not," Fang Hong joked.

Liu Tianxian's face, however, grew serious: "Don't you get all cheeky with me—you're still a sinner in my eyes, I haven't forgiven you yet."

"Fine, fine, fine, I'll shut up!" Fang Hong said nothing more.

You joke around with her, and she puts on a stern face; you get serious, and she wants to joke again.

Women really are something else.

The group finally made it through the narrow path and onto the rugged gravel plain, chatting as they walked, and in no time had been on foot for over an hour.

After walking this long, those few celebrities were also a bit out of breath—Fang Hong was even more so, panting hard, exhausted beyond words, and had fallen to the very back.

It really was exhausting, and with the weather this hot, carrying this person on his back, sweat kept streaming down his face nonstop!

Liu Tianxian wiped the sweat from his face for him, her tone teasing: "Real man, are you tired?"

"Not tired—I'm afraid you'll get tired. Are you tired?" Fang Hong countered.

"Tired, not really—it's just that the way you're carrying me isn't comfortable, you keep bouncing up and down," Liu Tianxian said with a smile.

"My fault, for giving you such a fright!" Fang Hong said.

That remark made Liu Tianxian laugh: "You can put me down now, I can walk."

Carrying her this far was enough, her anger had also faded.

"No way—today I'm determined to serve you thoroughly, serve you comfortably," Fang Hong raised his voice, his simp face fully on display.

He'd already been carrying her so long anyway, so he might as well go all the way.

Liu Tianxian couldn't help but burst into a "giggle giggle giggle" laugh.

She used her hand to wipe the sweat from his face again, then shook her hand—too much sweat.

Everyone else heard it—what an ultimate simp!

"Look, you've fallen to the back now—real man, hurry up and catch up, won't you?" Liu Tianxian pointed.

Easy for her to say, how is he supposed to catch up? Fang Hong shook his head: "Not catching up—they walk their walk, we walk ours, different paths, no point in plotting together."

"Your nonsense just spills out whenever you open your mouth—who taught you that!" Liu Tianxian laughed.

"Isn't it you who taught me—spouting nonsense with every word," Fang Hong ran his mouth again.

Liu Tianxian smacked his mouth—really, you can't be too nice to him.

The two of them just fell behind like this, walking slowly and chatting leisurely; even when the people ahead reached the road, they'd have to wait for them.

They'd have to wait for them to arrive before getting on the vehicle.

A commercial vehicle was parked beside the intact road—Fang Hong could finally put Liu Tianxian down.

Although her body was soft and he was a bit reluctant to part with it, his body really couldn't take it anymore!

"You sit in the back, let the actors sit together," the driver waved.

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Before Fang Hong could speak, Liu Tianxian signaled him to sit in the back and rest.

This was the crew's vehicle—Fang Hong was an intruder; it was already nice of them to give him a ride.

Fang Hong said nothing, sat in the very back of the vehicle, while Liu Tianxian, Feng Shaofeng, and a few other actors sat together.

"Yifei, who is this person?"

Feng Shaofeng glanced at Fang Hong in the back, saw the man resting with his eyes closed, and was curious: "He looks a bit familiar—has he acted with you? Those Years, Love Is Not Blind."

He looked too familiar, but he'd thought about it the whole way before remembering—it was just that Fang Hong looked so disheveled, dirty all over, making him hard to recognize.

And this person was also so close with Liu Tianxian, chatting the whole way—at a glance, their relationship was clearly not ordinary.

"Yes, that's the lead actor," Liu Tianxian admitted, without introducing Fang Hong as the Principal.

"Then what's your relationship?" Feng Shaofeng asked again.

"We're seeing each other." Liu Tianxian said it straight out.

Even if she didn't say it, people were always asking.

Just because their behavior didn't look like a normal relationship.

This remark made the others present exchange glances, and they all couldn't help looking toward the back — and they really got the scoop, this news was a bit explosive!

But it was also rather admirable; Liu Tianxian wasn't easy to pursue — not to mention her herself, even her mother's hurdle was hard to get past.

The others didn't say anything about it, just listened out of curiosity; none of them were gossipy people.

No other reason — just because in this circle, everyone has gossip.

If you don't keep others' secrets, why would others keep yours?

(End of chapter)