Chapter 57: A Gift of Unique Ingenuity

Not long after, Chen Ci took Da Mi Mi to the gate of North Electric University.

At this moment, it was just a little past six in the afternoon, the sky wasn't dark yet, the two sat in the car, and their expressions were somewhat subtle.

They sat quietly for a while, then Chen Ci softly said, "We're here."

"Oh."

Da Mi Mi gave a faint response, then bent down to put on her shoes.

Black silk stockings and high heels — her specially prepared best state for today.

She slipped on her shoes neatly, then reached out to open the door.

Just then, a voice came from behind: "Wait a moment."

Da Mi Mi turned around in realization, looking at Chen Ci, but the next second he grabbed her and pulled her over.

"Mmm…"

The words she wanted to say were trapped in her mouth, and Chen Ci held her tightly in his embrace.

One arm wrapped around her slender waist, the other tightly clasped her neck.

Even though they had prepared so thoroughly, in the end they could only indulge in oral desire.

Both, mutually pursuing each other, felt unsatisfied and unwilling, kissing with particular abandon.

With a thud, Da Mi Mi, unbeknownst when, had reversed roles and pressed Chen Ci against the car door glass.

So crisp and loud — you could tell it was a good hit and a good car window.

"Are you okay?"

A strangely familiar sentence woke Chen Ci; only then did he feel the pain, reaching up to rub the back of his head.

The air inside the car finally wasn't as oppressive as before; Chen Ci took a deep breath: "Now you know how much I love you, right?"

Da Mi Mi laughed lightly, pulling Chen Ci up: "Tsk~ virtue."

Seeing her smile, Chen Ci also chuckled; after laughing, he let out a soft sigh: "Actually, being able to stay like this all the time would be quite nice."

"Always, how?"

"Running into your own wife after a one-night stand — isn't that good enough?"

"One-night… go to hell!"

Da Mi Mi's expression changed abruptly upon hearing that; she reached out to teach Chen Ci a lesson for his foul mouth.

But the car's limited space prevented her from moving freely; instead, Chen Ci firmly held her pair of snow-white hands, pressing them against his chest.

"All right, all right, I misspoke — shouldn't I say dare to love, dare to hate? No wonder I like you."

"Tsk…"

Only then did Da Mi Mi stop struggling, releasing the force in her hands, allowing Chen Ci to fondle her unwilling to let go.

At the same time, she felt a little pride inside — just touching her hands got him this excited.

I've never seen the world… wrong, this is where my charm lies!

Thus, Chen Ci didn't know how long he had been playing with her; he could feel every molar, every winnowing basket, every dipper on her hands clearly.

She finally couldn't bear it any longer and withdrew her hand: "All right, I'm leaving; you still have important matters to attend to, hurry up."

"You're leaving just like that?"

Chen Ci's eyes were full of reluctance; just rubbing her little hands wasn't enough, and his gaze unconsciously fell upon her pair of black-silk-clad thighs.

At such close range, all of Chen Ci's reactions were taken in by Da Mi Mi's eyes.

Moreover, she had long noticed that Chen Ci seemed to have a special fascination with her legs…

Her face subtly changed color, her gaze firm as if she had made some decision.

Not long after she had put on the high heels, she took them off again, and then came the scene that made Chen Ci gulp.

Da Mi Mi, in the car, right in front of Chen Ci, pulled the socks out from inside her shorts. thousand thousand

Hot pants with black stockings felt a bit mismatched, but with her foundation placed here, one glance makes it hard to look away.

"Here."

Da Mi Mi handed over the long socks rolled into two small bundles.

Chen Ci stared blankly: "What does this mean?"

"You like them, don't you? Buying them from a specialty store is expensive."

Chen Ci almost laughed out loud; it was too absurd — he wasn't someone who had never seen a woman, how could he possibly care about such trivial external things?

Chen Ci leaned in slightly: "Do they have a scent?"

"You!"

Da Mi Mi instantly flared up: "Forget it…"

She was about to take them back, but Chen Ci was faster than her hand.

Upon touching them, he seemed to feel a certain unusual temperature.

"I'll wash them for you when I get back and return them next time."

"Tsk~"

Ha, men!

Da Mi Mi rolled her eyes and then ignored him, putting on her shoes by herself.

Then she opened the door and got out of the car in one smooth motion.

"I'm leaving; you hurry up and go."

"I'll come pick you up tomorrow." Chen Ci replied to her back.

Da Mi Mi, however, seemed a bit hesitant, slowly turning her head: "Tomorrow… I have something to do, you do as you please."

"As you please?"

Da Mi Mi thought for a moment, secretly decided: "Oh, you'd better not come; if anything comes up, I'll call you."

"All right."

Chen Ci nodded; Da Mi Mi, even in high heels, moved with ease, walking swiftly like a shooting star……

Da Mi Mi's reaction was somewhat unusual, but who doesn't have a bit of privacy?

Chen Ci thought it over and decided to leave it as is for now; thinking about today's unexpected gain……

Of course, Chen Ci doesn't really have any special fetish; it's mainly that his emotions have reached this point.

Da Mi Mi took the initiative to give him a gift for the first time, and it was still such an "out-of-the-ordinary" little gift.

It wouldn't be good to refuse either; what if she never gives gifts again…… Cough cough!

In short, Chen Ci would definitely not use what Da Mi Mi gave him for anything strange, and he doesn't need to.

He already has the person; moreover, these trivial external things—there's plenty of time ahead……

What kind of call could actually make Chen Ci voluntarily give up a woman he's long dreamed of, one that makes him "tremble"?

Chen Ci never imagined that one day he would make such a great sacrifice, and for a man.

That man had been mentioned before—Ning Hao, who returned to the capital for some matters.

One of those matters concerns Chen Ci; to be precise, it's related to his "Sewing Machine Band".

Following the address, Chen Ci arrived at a somewhat secluded open-air café.

At that moment it was sunset, the sky filled with red clouds, a gentle breeze blowing.

The angle here is just right, the view ahead open, perfect for seeing the evening scenery.

Chen Ci silently remarked that the place was well chosen, and immediately, from the few sparse people, he saw Ning Hao's back and the white baseball cap on his head.

"Director Ning."

Chen Ci stepped forward to greet Ning Hao; opposite him at the table sat another person, with sparse short hair and a round face that looked somewhat aged.

"Yo, you've come."

Ning Hao set down his coffee and turned around.

That short-haired elder also moved, picking up the glasses on the table and putting them on, sizing up Chen Ci from head to toe.

"Director Han, this is the scriptwriter, Chen Ci."

"Oh?"

Under the gaze of the crowd, Chen Ci didn't feel too uncomfortable; they were just observing each other.

Moreover, the more closely he looked, the more familiar this person seemed to Chen Ci, as if he'd seen him in some magazine……

"You are……"

He's met too many people lately; Chen Ci can't recall right away.

"Ha, Xiao Ning, you didn't tell him?"

The laugh was casual; he probably isn't the sort of old-timer who's hard to get along with, and Chen Ci also looked at Ning Hao with doubt.

"Oh, just treat him as an ordinary chairman of China Film; I'm also just an ordinary director……"