Starlight Has No Past Chapter 43.1

Starlight Has No Past

Chapter 43 Part 1

When Zhou Tingsheng woke up, the other half of the bed was already empty, though some body heat lingered . He could smell the fragrance from her hair on the other pillow, mixed with the smell of alcohol and her body scent . The smell felt like it had flowed out from his most pa.s.sionate dream .

Ye Qiao had already washed off the smell of alcohol from last night . She walked into the room while drying her hair with the mild fragrance of shower gel: “You’re awake?”
Advertis.e.m.e.ntZhou Tingsheng leaned against the headboard, chest bare, and looked at her .
Ye Qiao sat down along the edge of the bed and set her damp hair on his chest as if she didn’t notice he wasn’t wearing a s.h.i.+rt: “Who arranged the birthday party last night?”
“Shen Ting . ” Zhou Tingsheng took the towel to wipe her hair dry as he explained: “The agency had her arrange it and she told me to keep it a secret . ”

Ye Qiao wasn’t surprised about that but: “And she also came up with the idea of the rain and lights?”

“She came to ask me for any creative ideas for the party . I told her about that . ” Zhou Tingsheng rubbed her hair with the towel: “Didn’t you want to see it?”
“En . ” She was surprised that a person who didn’t seem to take anything seriously would remember an art exhibit which she had mentioned off handedly . Ye Qiao was quite moved by the thought and felt sorry that he didn’t even have a bite of cake last night: “Why didn’t you eat the cake with us last night? There were so many people there, the film crew and fans, no one would’ve noticed you . ”
“What’s so good about cake?” He stopped moving the towel and smiled meaningfully: “What I can have, no one else can . ”

Zhou Tingsheng’s hand slipped into Ye Qiao’s bathrobe . Ye Qiao grabbed his wrist: “I’m having a serious conversation . ” Zhou Tingsheng whispered in her ear with a light chuckle: “What about this is serious?”

Ye Qiao tried to push him away, but her waist was held tightly between his two arms . They rolled together onto the bed just as the doorbell rang .
-- -- “Good morning, room service . ”
Zhou Tingsheng couldn’t believe what he just heard, but Ye Qiao giggled, pushed him away, and went to the door, pulling her bathrobe back together .

She had ordered some breakfast earlier in the morning .
After breakfast, she planned to go to the theater to watch the and measure the audience’s response during the first day showing . This had become a habit of hers for all the movies she’d been in . Since Zhou Tingsheng was here, she took him with her to the theatre . Ye Qiao had turned a date into a research project . In addition, because of her popularity lately, she had to disguise herself whenever she went out publicly . Zhou Tingsheng wasn’t too excited about the arrangement .

When Ye Qiao walked into the showroom and discovered there wasn’t anyone there, she didn’t voice any complaints .
Zhou Tingsheng, however, could tell that she wasn’t quite happy about it: “To support my woman, I just bought a few more tickets . What’s the big deal?”
“This is a few more tickets?” He had actually bought the entire showroom . Ye Qiao wanted to watch the movie in a theatre to experience the effects of the movie in person and secondly to get the bona fide real time reaction from the audience . Now with only the two of them in the audience, she couldn’t achieve her second purpose of being in the theatre .
Zhou Tingsheng, on the other hand, had an unpleasant memory of watching movies with her in the theatre and wasn’t going to compromise on the arrangement .