Hot Search Alert! The Princess Goes Viral Worldwide-Chapter 90

What is she doing?

How can she just pat his head like that?

A man's head isn't something you casually touch!

Zhan Lingfeng had his masculine pride and a bit of traditional masculinity—in his view, men should protect women.

But Gu Nanyan kept surprising him, shattering his expectations.

Other things were one thing, but now she was outright patting his head.

Zhan Lingfeng wanted to turn away and refuse, but… it felt so good…

What should he do?

Torn between his pride and the comfort, Zhan Lingfeng hesitated.

Just as he struggled to decide, Gu Nanyan suddenly withdrew her hand, stopping. Too prickly.

Zhan Lingfeng: "……(｡•ˇ‸ˇ•｡)"

Noticing his odd expression, Gu Nanyan glanced up. "What's wrong?"

Zhan Lingfeng shook his head, dejected. "Nothing."

Gu Nanyan's gaze flickered, immediately guessing his thoughts.

He really was like a puppy—everything written plainly on his face.

It made her want to ruffle him even more.

Gu Nanyan walked to the bed and sat down, patting her lap, signaling for Zhan Lingfeng to come over.

Zhan Lingfeng instantly understood.

—She wanted him to lie on her lap so she could massage his head.

He trotted over eagerly, but before he could even settle down, Gu Nanyan leaned forward and rested her head on his thighs instead.

Zhan Lingfeng: "……"

"Massage," she ordered naturally.

After a brief pause, Zhan Lingfeng complied, carefully kneading her scalp.

Gu Nanyan closed her eyes, relaxing so much that she soon dozed off.

Usually, she was full of energy, her commanding presence making others instinctively submit.

But now, with her eyes shut and her aura softened, Zhan Lingfeng realized—she was just a 22-year-old girl.

Pale and soft, faint shadows under her eyes.

She must have been exhausted lately.

His heart melted instantly, his hands gentling as he continued massaging with care.

Half an hour later, Gu Nanyan slowly opened her eyes and tilted her head up to see the man's sharp jawline.

He was staring into the distance, seemingly lost in thought, yet his hands never stopped their rhythmic motions.

She reached up and touched his chin.

Zhan Lingfeng startled, immediately looking down to meet her smiling eyes.

"Come here," Gu Nanyan crooked a finger, beckoning him. "Lower your head. Let me kiss you."

Zhan Lingfeng: "……"

This woman—how could she always be so shameless, so bold?

Other women would shy away from such things, but she demanded them outright.

Yet, it was precisely her boldness that Zhan Lingfeng adored.

He leaned down, pressing a light peck to her soft lips.

Gu Nanyan pursed her lips, her eyes bright as she gazed at him. "More."

Without waiting for his response, she pushed him down, pinning him beneath her as she clumsily kissed him.

Despite her usual composed demeanor, Gu Nanyan was utterly inexperienced in intimacy.

She didn’t know how to kiss, just nibbling haphazardly without finesse.

In the end, Zhan Lingfeng took the lead, guiding her into a deeper, proper kiss.

Truthfully, it was his first time too, but living in the modern age of abundant information, he knew more than Gu Nanyan—and instinct played its part.

By the time they pulled apart, their lips were reddened, tongues tingling.

Zhan Lingfeng’s eyes sparkled even brighter than Gu Nanyan’s had earlier.

So this was what kissing felt like.

Before, he’d despised the idea, finding it repulsive.

But now, he wanted to pull Gu Nanyan close and kiss her again—not just her lips, but also her…

"What are you thinking about?" Gu Nanyan lifted his chin, stopping his wandering thoughts. "It’s almost time. We have work this afternoon—get up."

Reluctantly, Zhan Lingfeng released her.

Only ten minutes remained before Gu Nanyan’s daily afternoon livestream.

As they sat up, Gu Nanyan asked, "What time is it?"

Zhan Lingfeng: "1:20. Are you heading to the studio for the livestream?"

Gu Nanyan nodded. "Mm."

She stood and walked toward the door.

A pang of bitterness struck Zhan Lingfeng. He wanted to ask her to stay, but the words stuck in his throat—he couldn’t say it.

Gu Nanyan reached the door, her hand on the handle.

Just as Zhan Lingfeng thought she’d leave, she suddenly turned back, tilting her head. "Zhan Lingfeng, is there something you want to say to me?"

Zhan Lingfeng froze.

Gu Nanyan smiled. "Don’t you want me to stay?"

Zhan Lingfeng’s heart leaped. "You’d really stay?"

"Of course. Just ask, and I’ll stay with you." With that, she jumped into his arms.

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Zhan Lingfeng hastily caught her.

Gu Nanyan cupped his face, kissing the tip of his nose between words: "Why didn’t you ask me to stay? Don’t you miss me? Just say the word, and I’ll stay. Nothing matters more than you. Did you know? I missed you."

Aaaaaah—

Fireworks exploded in Zhan Lingfeng’s chest, his eyes shimmering like stars.

He was overjoyed.

Holding Gu Nanyan, he spun her around. He’d never imagined she’d choose him over work. In his mind, Gu Nanyan was always decisive, strong-willed, prioritizing her career above all.

But now, he realized—to her, he mattered more than work. He was the most important!

All his insecurities vanished, replaced by overwhelming happiness.

With his newfound confidence, rationality returned. He kissed her once more. "You should go livestream. If you don’t, people will speculate. Rumors can be cruel."

"Let them talk." Gu Nanyan’s tone was indifferent. "I don’t care about outsiders. Only you matter."

Zhan Lingfeng: (＾▽＾)

The more she said it, the more Zhan Lingfeng insisted. He refused to let her face backlash. "Go livestream. I’ll wait. I’ll stay for a few days."

After a moment’s thought, Gu Nanyan agreed. "Fine. I’ll go half an hour late."

Zhan Lingfeng: "Mm."

Thirty minutes later, Gu Nanyan left for the studio.

Zhan Lingfeng exited the set. Zhan Yi had already booked a nearby hotel, so he headed there.

Staying on set was inconvenient—too many students around, too many prying eyes. He didn’t want gossip about Gu Nanyan.

As he stepped out, Nan Xi called after him: "Mr. Zhan, wait!"

Zhan Lingfeng frowned, his tone distant. "What do you want, Miss Nan?"

This man drew a clear line between other women and Gu Nanyan.

Nan Xi scratched her head, smiling sheepishly—her usual bubbly, harmless act.

She always played the innocent girl around him.

"Mr. Zhan, I wanted to ask about your mother. How is she? Once filming wraps up, I’d love to visit her."

Zhan Lingfeng nodded. "She’s well. Thank you for your concern."

Nan Xi glanced around, as if searching for something. "By the way? Where’s Mrs. Zhan? I don’t see her."

"She went live."

"What?" Nan Xi feigned shock, then put on an indignant expression. "How could Mrs. Zhan be so inconsiderate? You’ve come all this way, and instead of keeping you company, she’s off doing a livestream."

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But inwardly, he was smug. Hmph, what do you know? His Nanyan cared deeply for him—so much so that she even delayed her stream by half an hour for him.

A whole thirty minutes!