Tang Li’s hands were not idle.
As the conversation concluded, she picked up the plate of fruit again.
This ti, Song Baiyan didn’t take it.
He wiped his hands and placed the towel back on the table, then turned to look at Tang Li. With her bun hairstyle, holding a Japanese hand-painted ceramic plate in her hands, she resembled a sweet trap, waiting for soone to be caught.
Tang Li had already planned it out.
If Song Baiyan reached for the plate, she would use a bamboo skewer to pick up a piece of pineapple and bypass his hand to deliver the fruit directly to his mouth.
He didn’t want her to ’serve’ him because it made him uncomfortable.
This was precisely the effect she desired.
Just monts ago, she had been placed in a similar situation.
Tang Li’s little sche wasn’t hidden deeply; Song Baiyan could see right through it at a glance.
It was just a childish trick.
Just like back in the day.
He didn’t expose her, but he also didn’t follow her wish.
"Were you not looking in the mirror when tying your hair?"
The sudden change of topic took Tang Li by surprise.
But she quickly caught on.
——She freed her right hand and instinctively touched her ear.
However, she did not feel any stray strands of hair.
Just as she was about to move her hand to her neck, the chair beneath her shifted.
The distance moved was only a few centiters, yet it brought her closer to Song Baiyan.
Song Baiyan’s left hand was still gripping the back of the chair, and from Tang Li’s perspective, she seed surrounded by his arms and the dining table.
At that mont, only one thought flashed through Tang Li’s mind——
The strength difference between n and won was truly significant.
If she tried to drag Song Baiyan’s chair, she probably couldn’t move it a bit even with all her might.
But then again, why would she want to drag Song Baiyan’s chair?
As her thoughts were running wild, a light touch hit the back of her right neck, and a male voice laced with a smile sounded by her ear: "Such a tuft of hair fell down, and you didn’t even notice?"
Tang Li looked down and saw the strand of hair in Song Baiyan’s left palm.
But her attention was more focused on that hand.
The broad palm, each line unique, with grooves of varying depths, resembled a mountain range, akin to a person’s profound and far-reaching thoughts.
And the strands of hair lying between the mountains didn’t diminish that strength in the slightest.
On the contrary, it added an invisible sense of reliance.
Glancing towards the living room, Song Jingtian was nowhere to be seen, with only a coffee table full of waterlon rinds.
As for Aunt Wu, she remained in the kitchen.
Tang Li suddenly leaned forward and kissed Song Baiyan on the cheek.
A light, fleeting kiss.
It was a bit of a prank, yet also a bit endearing.
"Running around for inspections outside must be very tiring."
Just as the words left her mouth, her left hand resting casually on the chair was clasped.
Song Baiyan’s palm felt warm, with a bit of dampness left by the towel. Although it was not the first ti holding hands, seeing his fingers wrapped around hers, especially with just this simple grasp, without further actions, the seemingly ordinary physical contact sohow made Tang Li feel a bit shy.
"’The Brightest Star’ is airing this Saturday."
Finally, Tang Li spoke first.
"The previous weekly drama got two episodes cut, and luckily our show passed the review, so it was moved up."
Song Baiyan gently pinched her fingertips: "Once the show airs, besides the crew, you’ll have to do promotional gigs, and you probably won’t have much free ti for a while."
Tang Li didn’t expect Song Baiyan to know about promotional engagents.
"There will indeed be various announcents," she nodded and explained further, "Most of them will likely be variety shows, and the company will filter which ones to attend."
"After finishing this film, is there a place you’d like to visit?"
Tang Li didn’t have the habit of going abroad for vacation imdiately after wrapping up a shoot. However, hearing Song Baiyan ask this, she had a certain suspicion, yet she said, "Even if I want to travel, you can’t join ."
"If it’s with , going abroad isn’t ideal."
"..."
Tang Li looked up.
eting her skeptical gaze, Song Baiyan smiled: "Don’t want to go out with ?"
"No," Tang Li denied.
Before her budding joy could take shape, she thought about the busy official duties at Tan Palace: "In a month, I’ll be wrapping up, and in October there might be autumn typhoons. If so places experience a disaster like this ti, should people find out the President was holidaying abroad, wouldn’t that look bad?"
Song Baiyan’s answer, however, put her mind at ease.
The old days are long gone; during typhoon hits, there are rarely any casualties.
For instance, with Qingyang this ti, there were teorological warnings, and the people and livestock were all fine, while damage to coastal residences, farmland, and infrastructure was inevitable.
"Even if a serious disaster indeed occurs, local leadership teams will handle it first."
As long as the President remains in the country, delays won’t be significant.
Understanding this, Tang Li’s lips curved into a smile, and she lunged forward, wrapping her arms around Song Baiyan’s shoulders.
This embrace ca unexpectedly.
To avoid a forceful collision, Song Baiyan quickly steadied her small fra.
"Is this considered a honeymoon?"
Tang Li asked.
The girl didn’t hide her excitent in her words, and a smile surfaced on Song Baiyan’s face too, caressing her back with his hand: "Let’s just consider it that for now; we’ll make up for it properly in the future."
"There’s no need to make up for it," the girl looked up: "I’m not one who emphasizes formalities, as long as I can see you, I could stay ho all day."
"Seeing every day, aren’t you afraid you’ll get annoyed?"
"Not at all."
Speaking, she buried her face into Song Baiyan’s shoulder and neck, "As long as you don’t mind ."
After holding this embrace for a while, Tang Li was reminded that her hair was ssed up.
As she straightened up, combing her bangs, the strands of hair at the back of her head scattered even more.
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