All The Male Leads Have Blackened

Chapter 14: Male Actor x Rich Protagonist (14)

Cen Simiao was wearing a nightdress, the moonlight shining through the window landed on her white and slender legs gently resting on the sofa. Her hair was not yet dry, still dripping with water, the fabric near her collarbone was also damp. The cigarette she held by her fingertips has burned more than half, her whole body was full of a smoky smell.

As the eyes adapted to the darkness, a figure could be seen in the shadows.

She bent over to reach the ashtray on the coffee table and snuffed out the cigarette. The only sporadic source of light disappeared, she asked with a slightly dry voice, “Why are you back?”

Wu Lichen still maintained his original posture.

Without a response, she pursed her lips, stood up, and illuminated with her mobile phone. She took a deep breath, emboldened herself, and walked towards the room. Lifting her eyes, she saw his indifferent expression and his lips that held an indistinct trace of mockery.

Cen Simiao stopped walking and tilted her head.

Before she even had time to speak, she suddenly felt a pain in her arm and was firmly seized. She was not standing stably; so with a few steps, she nearly fell.

Wu Lichen turned away his head but his hand paused. He didn’t help support her but just dragged her towards the sofa though his strength slightly lessened. His brows were deeply furrowed and he was suppressing his anger, but his previous indifference had disappeared.

Cen Simiao was also sulking at the moment. She opened her mouth and wanted to curse at someone. But when she looked up and saw his gloomy face, the words that were on her tongue somehow turned back and were pressed down again.

Wu Lichen, however, turned and asked, “Why aren’t you scolding? Weren’t you so powerful?”

His tone was choking. Cen Simiao fiercely raised her head, unable to accept these words. Wu Lichen glared, appearing as if he wanted to fight. She turned her head away, with grievances in her tone: “Wasn’t it just smoking?”

“What are you being fierce to me for?”

Wu Lichen’s expression was as if he was in a trance for a moment. When he reacted again, it was as if he swallowed a dead fly. He laughed angrily: “Cen Simiao, you still avoiding the important and focusing on the trivial with me, aren’t you?”

The person in front of him didn’t speak, her head turned away, eyelashes drooped, and chest undulating off rhythm as if she had been wronged.

He tightly pursed his lips, his frown became deeper and deeper, felt so aggrieved that his heart wanted to explode. He caught sight of the mobile phone on the sofa and directly picked it up.

Call record, one minute and two seconds.

“You two had chatted for quite a while.”

Cen Simiao felt that this person had a problem with his concept of time.

Wu Lichen then took out his mobile phone and called Liu Si in front of her. He didn’t know what Liu Si was doing on the other side, but the phone rang for a while before it was picked it up. His voice was lowered: “Lichen, what are you looking for me for?”

He glanced at Cen Simiao and said strangely, “To thank you. If it wasn’t for you, how would I have today.”

Cen Simiao’s whole body became uncomfortable by that glance. She pursed her lips and turned her head to the other side.

She then heard him say: “I don’t know if Liu-ge has time tomorrow to meet up?”

The other side straightforwardly agreed.