101: Thirsty Skin Actor 11

Outside the French windows, the morning light streamed in like molten honey, outlining a golden edge on the red velvet duvet.

Wen Ci had managed to snatch a little sleep, and as she gently turned over in her dreams, her nose bumped into a warm 'wall'.

She groggily opened her eyes to find her face pressed against Shen Ji's bare chest.

His even breaths brushed against her hair, and his strong arm was still firmly wrapped around her waist, as if he feared she might escape in her sleep.

Wen Ci cautiously lifted her head, and from this angle, she could see Shen Ji's prominent jawline, his Adam's apple subtly moving with his breathing.

Impulsively, she reached out, but the moment her fingertip touched that protrusion, it was caught by a suddenly tightening hand.

"Mrs. Shen, playing with fire first thing in the morning?" Shen Ji's voice was hoarse with sleep, and with his eyes still closed, he accurately bit her fingertip.

Wen Ci's ears instantly burned: "You... you were pretending to be asleep!"

Only then did Shen Ji open his eyes, his dark pupils showing no trace of sleepiness.

He rolled over, pinning her beneath him, and his morning reaction instantly made Wen Ci freeze.

"I wasn't really asleep, just dozed off for a bit and woke up," he said, lowering his head to rub his nose against hers. "But someone else was sleeping soundly, so I didn't want to move."

His words filled Wen Ci's heart with sweetness. "Whose fault is it that you kept me up so late?"

The next second after she spoke, she realized something was amiss; Shen Ji's hand had already slipped under the hem of her nightgown.

"Wait," she hastily pressed down his mischievous hand. "Didn't we agree last night that we'd go see your parents at the old residence today? We've already spent enough time, it's time to get up..."

Shen Ji chuckled, deliberately misinterpreting her meaning: "So, Mrs. Shen is worried there isn't enough time?" As he spoke, he took her earlobe into his mouth. "Don't worry, we'll be quick."

Wen Ci angrily punched his shoulder, but he caught her wrist and pinned it to the pillow.

In the morning light, his deep-set eyes were tinged with desire, and as he lowered his head, the red marks on his collarbone were faintly visible—marks she had made in passion last night.

"Shen Ji... the curtains..." she protested softly, turning her face away.

"Fully automatic," he said, pressing the remote by the bed. The smart glass of the French window immediately fogged up. "Now no one can see."

The kiss came fiercely and urgently, and Wen Ci quickly surrendered.

When she was carried into the bathroom, even her fingertips were flushed pink. She leaned on Shen Ji's shoulder, softly accusing, "Liar... you said we'd be quick..."

Shen Ji turned on the shower, and the warm water cascaded over their intertwined figures.

He bit her shoulder and chuckled softly: "Mrs. Shen is so sweet, how can I be quick?"

*

By the time they actually went downstairs for breakfast, it was almost ten o'clock.

Butler Uncle Li kept his eyes downcast, silently instructing the kitchen to prepare a fresh breakfast.

"Madam looks exceptionally well today," Uncle Li said with a smile, serving the bird's nest porridge. "Mr. Shen specifically asked for it to be stewed."

Wen Ci nearly choked on his words. Under the table, she gave Shen Ji's thigh a sharp pinch.

He, without changing his expression, took her offending hand and intertwined their fingers, resting them on his own lap.

"Try this," Shen Ji said, picking up a crystal shrimp dumpling with his chopsticks, but instead of putting it in her bowl, he brought it directly to her mouth.

Wen Ci instinctively opened her mouth, and the sweet shrimp melted on her tongue.

She squinted her eyes in satisfaction, not noticing the darkening of Shen Ji's gaze.

"Is it good?"

"Mm!" She nodded, a little soup clinging to her lips.

Shen Ji suddenly leaned in, his tongue sweeping across her lips. "It is indeed good."

"You..." Wen Ci's face flushed as she glanced left and right. Fortunately, the butler had already tactfully left, and only the two of them remained in the dining room.

Shen Ji pressed his advantage, directly pulling her onto his lap.

Wen Ci struggled to get down, but he held her waist. "Try moving again?"

Feeling a certain dangerous change, she immediately sat still.

"Shen Ji, isn't your energy a bit too exuberant?"

"Isn't it normal to be like this with my wife?"

Wen Ci couldn't refute him, but she just felt that he was really breaking character. Where was her aloof and noble Film Emperor Shen?

Shen Ji continued to feed her contentedly, offering her custard buns one moment, then feeding her soy milk the next, demanding a kiss as interest for each bite.

"I can eat by myself..." Wen Ci protested softly, but he pinched her chin and turned her face to kiss her.

The kiss carried the sweet aroma of soy milk, and by the time she was released, panting, her lipstick was already smeared.

Shen Ji wiped her moist lips with his thumb: "Eating like this is sweeter."

Breakfast was not properly finished in the end, because Mrs. Shen was kissed senseless by Mr. Shen on the dining chair. By the time she came to her senses, she found that the straps of her nightgown had slipped down to her elbows.

*

They went to the old residence for lunch and returned in the afternoon.

The journey was smooth.

By the time they returned in the afternoon, Wen Ci had already received a pile of gifts, including various properties, jewelry, and bank cards.

It was truly a bountiful harvest.

"Do you like them, Mrs. Shen? There will be even more later."

Seeing her eyes sparkling as she held the gifts, Shen Ji felt a softness in his heart, wishing he could give her everything he owned and all the best things in the world.

"Thank you, hubby ~"

Back home in the afternoon, Wen Ci nestled in the lazy sofa by the French window, scrolling through Weibo. It was a holiday today, so she didn't have to work and could relax properly.

Then, she was suddenly hugged from behind by Shen Ji.

"Post something on Weibo," he said, resting his chin on her shoulder, aiming his phone camera at the two of them.

Before Wen Ci could react, she heard a "click."

In the photo, she was gently nestled in Shen Ji's arms, and he was kissing the top of her head, the sunlight casting a golden halo around them.

The scene was incredibly beautiful.

"Shen Ji, what are you doing?" she asked, laughing as she quickly turned her head, only to be kissed on the corner of her mouth by him.

Shen Ji tapped his fingers on the screen a few times, and the notification for a successful Weibo post sounded.

Wen Ci snatched the phone and saw—

@Shen Ji V:

Before meeting you, I never thought of marriage.

After meeting you, I never thought of anyone else for marriage.

—Mrs. Shen, please guide me for the rest of our lives.

[Marriage certificate photo] [Couple photo]

Weibo instantly exploded, and Wen Ci gasped in surprise, but to her astonishment, the comment section was filled with unanimous blessings:

"Ahhh, a match made in heaven! Film Emperor Shen's gaze at his wife is so tender it could drip water!"

"So the news that broke earlier was true! Film Emperor Shen not only has a girlfriend, but she's become his wife! His expression is truly completely different from how he looks at anyone else!"

"So gentle, so well-matched, so loving! Please, you two must grow old together and be happy for a lifetime!!"

Wen Ci didn't see any negative comments. She thought about it and realized that Shen Ji relied on his solid strength, and his fans were more mature and stable, generally older, so they naturally wouldn't be too impulsive.

At this moment, Wen Ci's phone also began to vibrate, with a flurry of enthusiastic blessings pouring in.

"Screenwriter Wen, congratulations! Mr. Shen had already informed us in advance, and the team even prepared the official announcement draft! Wishing you a long and happy marriage!"

Shen Ji took her phone, raising an eyebrow triumphantly: "Mrs. Shen, do you believe me now? The whole world was waiting for our official announcement."

It turned out he had arranged everything long ago, even taking care of her studio staff.

Wen Ci's eyes welled up, and she threw her arms around his neck: "Shen Ji..."

Shen Ji took the opportunity to press her down onto the sofa, his fingertips caressing her reddened eyelids: "Why are you crying?" He lowered his head to kiss away the tears on her eyelashes. "This is just the beginning."

That night, Shen Group's official Weibo posted a nine-grid photo set of wedding preparation behind-the-scenes, one of which was a photo of Shen Ji kneeling to put shoes on Wen Ci, with the caption: "Boss says starting today, all employees get paid leave for dating."

This Weibo post was retweeted millions of times, and eight out of the top ten trending topics were related.

Meanwhile, the two at the center of the storm were nestled in the home theater, Wen Ci leaning in Shen Ji's arms, scrolling through comments. Every time she saw a blessing, she would look up and demand a kiss.

"So happy?" Shen Ji pinched her nose.

Wen Ci tossed her phone aside and straddled his lap: "Mr. Shen, I've thought of a good way to thank everyone for their blessings—"

Shen Ji's eyes darkened, and he cupped the back of her head, deepening the kiss: "Have a baby?"

"I meant to send out wedding candies... mm..."

As night deepened, the movie still played on the screen in the home theater, but no one was watching it anymore.