Chapter 33
Chapter 33: I Want To Hug You To Sleep
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
After the bathtub was filled, Luo Ying soaked in it with her tablet. She watched the feedback of her performance.
After a few hours, her red carpet and stage shots had been widely circulated on all major platforms, with high views and shares.
The aftermath had been tremendous. In just a few hours, she had almost gained 100,000 fans.
100,000 fans was nothing, compared to those top celebrities who had tens of millions of fans. However, these were not fans that she had bought with money. They were 100,000 genuine fans, and they meant far more.
As her popularity continued to ferment, the number of her fans would continue to grow over the next few days. No one could predict how much more they would rise.
Luo Ying was very satisfied with these results.
When the water was almost cold, Luo Ying finally climbed out of the bathtub. At that moment, she saw Lu Zhao’s reply on her phone. It was a simple sentence.
[You too.]
How boring. Luo Ying deleted the message, then logged in to the social platform and posted one of her red carpet shots. It immediately received a lot of s and shares. Every time she refreshed her account, she could see that the number of fans was constantly increasing.
After reading the netizens’ praise for her, Luo Ying gamed happily on her tablet. After playing for some time, she finally felt tired. She looked at the time and saw that it was already past midnight, past her usual sleeping time.
Luo Ying immediately got up, tore open a sleep mask, and put it on her face. Then, she lay back in bed and massaged her neck with some cream while sending a message to Lu Zhao. [I can’t sleep alone. I miss you so much.]
Lu Zhao had just sent off a guest who came to visit at the last minute when he heard his phone’s notification. He turned on his phone and instructed Xiao Ting, “That guy was just tiptoeing around the subject. Postpone the project for now. If he doesn’t speak plainly, we’re pulling out. He has-.”
Xiao Ting, who was following behind him, was quickly jotting down his words on his phone when he suddenly saw Lu Zhao stop. He looked up and saw Lu Zhao’s eyes staring at his phone.
“Sir?” He gave a light reminder.
Lu Zhao came back to his senses, and the thoughts in his mind were connected again. He continued, “Cancel all the discounts we promised before and contact their head.”
“Alright, I’ll remember that.” Xiao Ting glanced at his work notes. “Do you have any other instructions? ”
“I want to rest for a while. If there’s nothing urgent, don’t disturb me for the time being.” Lu Zhao entered the study and closed the door tightly, his eyes still fixed on the text message Luo Ying had just sent.
In the past, Luo Ying would argue with him every day, and it drove him up the wall. Now, Luo Ying was bothering him even more. However, they gave him completely different emotions.
Luo Ying saw that he didn’t reply, so she added: [Sleep with me, okay?]
Lu Zhao’s breath caught in his throat. Her words were too ambiguous, as if she was sending some kind of signal. Lu Zhao couldn’t help but start a video call. He wanted to see her and hear her voice.
As soon as the video call request popped up, Luo Ying immediately threw aside her lotions and creams and sat up on the bed. She ripped off the mask on her face, patted her skin down with a tissue, and then turned off the bedroom light, leaving only the dim yellow bedside lamp on. For good measure, she ruffled up the pillow.
After a series of smooth and natural movements, in less than five seconds, she got back into bed, lay sideways on the pillow, and then answered the video call.
The screen lit up, and Lu Zhao saw Luo Ying lying on the pillow, pouting and looking at him with a wronged expression. A meatball had been squeezed out of her pouting face by the pillow, and under the dim yellow light, it was pink and tender, looking extremely cute.
Lu Zhao’s hand itched. He wanted to go through the screen and poke the meatball.
When she saw Lu Zhao’s stunned expression, Luo Ying was extremely pleased. As an actress and idol who had received strict training, she was an expert at filming. Naturally, she knew how to work lights, cameras, and her face.
Sigh, she was already trying so hard. When would this man fall into her hands?
On the surface, she still maintained her aggrieved expression and coyly said, “I can’t hug you to sleep. The bed is so empty. When are you coming back? I’ve missed you so much.”
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