Si You's face flushed crimson. The livestream comments froze for a moment, then exploded.
Even Jiang Tingxu's haters couldn't find a flaw in how he kept himself clean. He wasn't the type to put on a show of fake restraint; his face plainly said: I don't like it. Stay away from me.
Things had been better in recent years. Back when his fame was at its peak, so many celebrities had wanted to tie themselves to him for publicity, yet there wasn't a single traceable case. Ginger Powder had worried at first, but later they sat back more comfortably than the man himself. Their Brother Xu was an ascetic monk who had stayed celibate for ages.
He would step forward to deny rumors if someone even tried to tie themselves to his studio, let alone drink water from someone else's hand.
Everyone thought their eyes were playing tricks on them.
Jiang Tingxu alone didn't think much of it. He remarked that it really was sweet, then called Ding Xianrong and Qu Can over for some water.
Ding Xianrong aside, Qu Can was a secret Ginger Powder. Her state of mind was the same as that of Ginger Powder everywhere: shocked and bewildered. Her first thought was that this was a dream, but the dull ache in her nerves told her it was all too real!
But everyone soon remembered that this wasn't the first time the Movie Emperor had defended Si You.
"Are you really that close?" Qu Can crouched beside the mountain spring, forgetting to drink as soon as the thought came to her. She stared straight at Jiang Tingxu and asked.
The comments were instantly flooded with "Good sister!", "Warrior!", and "I want to ask too!"
It sounded rather baffling to outsiders, but Jiang Tingxu understood at once