I’m the Moonlight White That the Former Movie Queen Secretly Loved 61p1

Chapter 61 p1

This night, Qi Sijia had been suppressing her emotions and had not intended to be aggressive with Meng Jiang.

It wasn’t appropriate, and it was also because Meng Jiang’s movie had touched Qi Sijia’s heart. After the atmosphere was heated up, the two of them faced each other, only wanting to give all their gentleness to the well-rounded Meng Jiang.

Her eyes were deep and moist, her coldness gone, and her heated gaze was fixed on Meng Jiang. Whether it was kissing or other intimate actions, it was all extremely gentle.

On the soft and cottony bed, their hands were clasped in the cotton wadding.

Qi Sijia buried her head, her lips moving down Meng Jiang’s slender and fragile neck, sucking.

A dim yellow night light hung above her head. Everything was too gentle.

It was so slow that the tip of her heart was itching.

Meng Jiang couldn’t help but run her hands through Qi Sijia’s hair. Her bewitching eyes were a little dazed as she stared at Qi Sijia. She licked her lips and asked, “Why aren’t you crying today, little… kid?”

These words were filled with a scorching heat. After she finished, a broken sigh came out.

Qi Sijia narrowed her eyes, held Meng Jiang’s shoulders, and pushed her down. Meng Jiang’s back sank into the bed, and the night was on fire.

At the end of that night, Meng Jiang saw Qi Sijia cry as she had wished. But compared to Qi Sijia’s calm and tearful fluctuations, her actions were too fierce.

After five years of desolation, Meng Jiang felt as if she were floating in the clouds.

Her toes curled up. In the end, she turned over, admitted defeat, and called Qi Sijia “sister” all night, but she didn’t see Qi Sijia return to her initial gentleness.

The next day, when she opened her eyes, Meng Jiang got up. There was no one by her side. She wasn’t sure if Qi Sijia had slept by her side.

She walked to the kitchen and found Qi Sijia.

Hearing the sound, Qi Sijia turned sideways and saw Meng Jiang wearing a thin nightgown. The clothes were loose, and her exposed skin was a little scary, bruised and purple. Of course, Qi Sijia was not much better.

Qi Sijia had applied ointment to her last night. Perhaps because she had a scar-prone constitution, the love bites were obvious and looked a little pitiful.

Qi Sijia frowned, turned off the stove, and took out the poached egg from the pot, placing it on a plate.

Then she walked to Meng Jiang’s side and, in a low and cold, bewitching tone, she called out the shameful “sister” that Meng Jiang had said last night. This intimate address carried the undissipated memories of last night.

Meng Jiang almost lost her balance.

Qi Sijia reached out and supported her waist, pulling her into her arms.

“Why did you come out in your nightgown? Aren’t you cold?”

There was heating in the room, and the heat of their skin touching was scorching. She didn’t feel cold at all.

Meng Jiang said honestly, “It’s fine.”

“I’ll go get you a coat to wear.”

The winter in M country was not as warm as in Ningcheng. Meng Jiang said she wasn’t cold, but it was impossible for Qi Sijia to believe that she really wasn’t cold.

After holding her for a while, she was about to pull away to get a cotton coat from the room.

Her hand was suddenly held. Qi Sijia looked sideways at Meng Jiang.

Meng Jiang hesitated for a moment and met Qi Sijia’s questioning gaze.

She was thinking whether to bring up the matter of sleeping last night. The atmosphere was too good, and some words could easily hurt their feelings.

She had hundreds of more tactful ways to ask in her mind, but in the end, Meng Jiang came out with a direct question. “Last night you…”

“I slept very well with you,” Qi Sijia interrupted her, pulled Meng Jiang back into her arms, and kissed her on the eyelid.

Then she went to the bedroom, took out a cotton coat, and draped it over Meng Jiang.

The cotton coat was soft, and Qi Sijia had deliberately picked it. But the fabric scraped against her skin, causing Meng Jiang to hiss. She looked up and met Qi Sijia’s concerned gaze. Thinking that she had asked for it yesterday, Meng Jiang looked away.

She said with embarrassment, “You were too fierce last night.”

This caused Meng Jiang to oversleep this morning, otherwise she wouldn’t have brought up that mood-ruining topic just now.

Qi Sijia saw her expression and didn’t reply. She sized her up and down and, after confirming that besides the scary love bites, there was no problem, she asked one more question. “Are you still uncomfortable?”

“It’s fine. You’re fine, so what’s wrong with me?” Meng Jiang’s eyes lost their embarrassment. Thinking that her performance last night was a little embarrassing, she raised an eyebrow and tried to make up for it. “I’m not an old woman.”

Qi Sijia held back her laughter and said, “That’s great. Keep it up.”

The porridge on the stove was ready. With a “drip,” Qi Sijia went back to the stove and turned off the gas.

When she turned back, she handed two bowls of white porridge to Meng Jiang and told her to take them out first.

On such an ordinary morning, they ate together, and after eating, they tidied up the dishes together.

The kitchen utensils in this Chicago villa were not many, and there was no dishwasher. A part-time auntie would usually come to clean.

Meng Jiang disliked the dishes piling up in the kitchen and causing bacteria to grow. While washing the dishes, she asked Qi Sijia if she could sleep with her without any obstacles like last night in the future.

Qi Sijia smiled and nodded. “Didn’t I tell you last night? I’ve been going to the consultation room very frequently recently. I’ve almost finished three months of treatment in advance. I’ve already annoyed Mike. At most, in a month, Mike said I don’t have to go and see him anymore.”

Meng Jiang said “oh.” For a moment, she couldn’t tell if she was more happy or more regretful.

Perhaps Qi Sijia had never had the heart to let her deal with her own cold winter. So now, all the matters were no longer matters.

Meng Jiang scratched Qi Sijia’s palm and didn’t say anything.

After washing the dishes, she squeezed next to Qi Sijia.

The two of them sat together, side by side.

Qi Sijia was not working. She took out a book to pass the time, while Meng Jiang answered several calls from China.

Neither of them disturbed the other, but with a turn of their heads, they could see each other. The temperature was just right, the sun was bright, it was very quiet, and also comfortable.

In the afternoon, they took a nap. Chen Cheng made a phone call.

The scene of Meng Jiang delivering flowers at the studio yesterday had been filmed. Fortunately, it was not a paparazzi who had secretly filmed it.

Chen Cheng sent the hot search that had just topped the list to Meng Jiang and briefly explained the situation while on the phone.

“It’s not a big problem. The public opinion that has been exposed is better controlled than I expected.”

Meng Jiang: “I’ll look at the situation and then we’ll talk.”

This post was from a foreign netizen and did not mention any of Qi Sijia’s privacy.

The caption read: Witnessing the romantic love of a goddess and a goddess.

There were three pictures. The first was a picture of Meng Jiang sitting on the sofa signing autographs. The second was a bouquet of wild roses and roses by Meng Jiang’s feet. The last was a picture of Qi Sijia and Meng Jiang in the same frame. The shooting angle was very beautiful, a picture of them holding hands, their backs to the camera, a pair of intertwined hands, and a picturesque back.

The shooting angle of the picture was good. The two people in the picture both had the body proportions of fair-skinned, beautiful, and long-legged people. One’s hair was exquisite in every way, and the other had long black hair and long legs, with a cold and stylish outfit.

The most outstanding part of the picture was their intertwined hands. The hand that was wrapped around Meng Jiang’s was a cold-toned white. Her long fingers were bare, and her pearly white nails were neatly trimmed and smooth. The base of her fingers was slender, but not without bone mass.

Especially the small red mole on her index finger, which added a bewitching charm to this hand.

The blogger who had posted the post had only intended to record their mood, and the text did not mention Meng Jiang or Qi Sijia at all.

But because Meng Jiang’s schedule had been exposed yesterday, a domestic marketing account had followed Meng Jiang’s location and the few pictures of Meng Jiang’s side profile that the blogger had posted, and had exposed the big news of Meng Jiang’s relationship.

As the matter fermented, not long ago, a hand picture that Meng Jiang had personally drawn also quickly topped the hot search.

Meng Jiang had written in the caption of that post: When will spring come?

All the signs were too obvious, pointing to Meng Jiang being in love.

Hot searches about “Meng Jiang’s relationship,” “Suspected national goddess’s girlfriend in the same frame in Chicago,” “Hand and spring,” and so on, quickly topped the list.

Meng Jiang checked and did not see any exposé involving Qi Sijia’s privacy in the marketing accounts that were digging. She made a call to Chen Cheng.

She told her to greet the major media outlets in advance. It was okay to expose the relationship, but there was one thing: they could not publish any of Qi Sijia’s personal information.

“Should our studio issue a statement? Or you can post a tweet saying that your girlfriend is an outsider and ask everyone not to disturb her.”

Chen Cheng analyzed the pros and cons. Most of Meng Jiang’s fans were career fans, so announcing her relationship wouldn’t have much impact. It was just that if it wasn’t exposed this time, there would be a next time.

If they kept being secretive, the media would be easy to control. With Meng Jiang’s status, no one would dare to provoke her.

But it was easy to control the major media outlets, but it couldn’t guarantee that there would be no extreme behavior from obsessive fans.

Instead of being ambiguous, it was better to admit it openly from the beginning. Chen Cheng suggested announcing it directly.

Meng Jiang said to think about it again and turned her gaze to Qi Sijia.

Qi Sijia was on the phone at this time. The hot search had come out in China, and both Ye Qianqian and Tan Xiaofang had called. They had been blown up by the big hot search in China.

But Qi Sijia didn’t answer either of their calls.

Instead, she answered a call from Wei Yunfang.

Wei Yunfang asked Qi Sijia how she had been recently and if Qi Jun had arranged for her to go back for the New Year.

After a few words, she mentioned the hot search in China just now and asked Qi Sijia what she thought.

Qi Sijia said, “We’re in a normal relationship, so of course we have to announce it. Her status is unusual.”

“Is your health better?”

“It’s almost better.”

“It’s good that you’ve thought it through. A few years ago, at the party, Mom met your girlfriend. She’s a very capable and strong-willed girl. It’s not that our child is much worse than her, but in terms of family background, the Meng family is indeed better than the Qi family. She’s now a grand slam actress in China, and with one more Oscar for Best Actress, she’ll have almost swept the highest achievements for an actor, not to mention the businesses she currently runs. In the future, when you’re with her, you’ll inevitably be in the spotlight. You have to be aware of this.”

Qi Sijia listened patiently and said, “You don’t have to worry. We’ll handle it properly.”

In fact, without Meng Jiang, after the interview during the publicity period of Wasteland was released in China and Jia’s identity was exposed, Qi Sijia would still have to live under the spotlight in the future.

Her career and love were destined to walk that bustling path, which was not a conflict.

Wei Yunfang nodded and said it was good that she was mentally prepared. She changed the subject. “In that case, you’ll definitely be staying in Beicheng for a longer time in the future. Mom will buy you another villa later.”

Qi Sijia laughed and said, “I know. Thank you, Mom.”

After a brief chat on the phone and confirming that Qi Sijia’s illness was mostly better and that she was prepared to live under the spotlight in the future, Wei Yunfang was relieved and said, “It seems that Mom doesn’t need to help you with anything. When you have time, bring her over to Mom’s place.”

Qi Sijia replied, “Okay.”

After hanging up the phone, she found that Meng Jiang was looking at her.

Their eyes met. Meng Jiang came closer, squeezed into Qi Sijia’s arms, looked up, and asked with a smile, “I didn’t mishear just now, did I? You told your mom that we’re going to announce our relationship directly?”

Meng Jiang deliberately brought her face closer, their lips almost touching. Qi Sijia was a little helpless. She lifted Meng Jiang’s chin and flicked her on the forehead. “Can’t you be less… Every time I say something, you want to kiss me.”

Meng Jiang blinked, her eyes gesturing, What’s wrong with being a little flirty?

Qi Sijia laughed. “Nothing’s wrong, but you have to let me take the initiative once, right?”

With that, without giving Meng Jiang a chance to react, she directly kissed her crimson lips.

The phone was pressed under her leg, vibrating constantly.

Neither of them cared.

The heat from last night, which had made her fingers go soft and her waist collapse, returned.

Meng Jiang lay in Qi Sijia’s arms, her charming eyes like silk as she panted, “You don’t have to consider me. You can come…”

She had just had such a stimulating night last night, and she hadn’t recovered yet. Her back was still sore. Qi Sijia was not going to do anything with Meng Jiang again.

If she really did that, she would be someone who didn’t know how to care for others. After kissing Meng Jiang, she didn’t completely prop herself up. The two of them were pressed together. The living room was very warm, and their skin was a scorching heat.

Qi Sijia looked down at her and said in an airy voice, “Just a hug.”

“You be good and don’t make a sound,” Qi Sijia said. “I’m on the phone.”

With that, Qi Sijia made a call to the black assistant and Tan Xiaofang respectively.

“Meng Jiang has a statement to issue later. Help me claim it.”

Qi Sijia’s foreign account was managed by the black assistant, and her domestic author account was currently managed by Tan Xiaofang.

Since they were going to announce it, using Ji Liu’s Weibo account to claim it would not be very convincing. It was better for the two accounts to forward it together.

Just as she hung up the phone, her lips were heated. Meng Jiang lifted her upper body, her flexible waist arched. Her loose nightgown, with one button undone, was pulled open.

Their chests were pressed together. She pulled Qi Sijia’s head down and took the initiative to stick out her tongue.

The sentence Qi Sijia had claimed was too delightful. Meng Jiang didn’t care that Qi Sijia was laughing at her for being proactive, and her eyes were fiercely flamboyant.

Her soft and fragrant lips came up, and like the soft things in her heart, they seemed to have turned into water. There was no need to say anything. It was too intoxicating, and her heart was a soft mess.

It was just a simple kiss, without doing anything. A touch, and she was addicted. Then another touch.

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