A question: if you had the chance to go out with Sasha, where would you take her?
Considering the intellectual, artsy aura she showed in dramas, along with her public image as a well-behaved, gentle woman, your first thoughts would probably be a library, a quiet café, or maybe a peaceful boat ride on a small lake.
But Alex would tell you the truth-she loved bars and dancing until she couldn't feel her legs anymore.
That's right. Many female stars in the entertainment industry are completely different once they're away from the spotlight. Take Emily, for example. With that pure, well-mannered image of hers, you'd think she lived a disciplined life. In reality, she was a hardcore homebody, spending entire days gaming-and doing a terrible job at it.
When Alex was dating Emily, most of his memories were of her glued to her phone while he "played" with her.
Sasha, on the other hand-the "good girl" everyone imagined-was addicted to nightlife. Clubs, concerts, parties… Maybe it was because she'd been suppressing herself for too long, carrying pressure day after day, that once she let go, she went all in.
After a painfully boring dinner, Alex quietly took Sasha away with him.
Even though he lived by the principle that a good horse never returns to old grass, something she said at the event struck him hard-so hard it made him recoil like a devil fleeing from a cross.
"I want to get married."
When Sasha said it, a faint blush coloring her cheeks, Alex immediately understood that it wasn't a casual remark. It was practically a declaration. Women over thirty are far more sensitive about age than men could ever imagine. Sasha, now in her early thirties, was genuinely afraid that no one would want her anymore.
Alex felt she was overthinking it. The so-called online "goddess rankings" weren't a joke, were they? Still, he realized it was time to remind her of her own charm-and, more importantly, save his own skin. After all, when she said those words, she looked at him like a wolf staring at a plump, tender lamb.
So he decided to personally feed the tigress. Or rather, the mature tigress.
Under the flashing neon lights in the center of the club and the explosive roar of rock music, Sasha unleashed all the pressure she'd been holding in. She jumped wildly, throwing her head back and forth, completely immersed in the rhythm and chaos around her.
Alex even worried she might fling the mask right off her face. Seeing how carried away she was, he had no choice but to hold her tightly, afraid she might fall off the stage.
But Sasha was like a beast gone mad, still bouncing nonstop. Their bodies brushed against each other again and again, the atmosphere growing more charged by the second-far more suggestive than anyone nearby had expected.
"Wooo!"
The crowd around them noticed and immediately started cheering and teasing, enjoying the show.
And most importantly-Alex really reacted.
Today, he thought, I'm feeding the tigress with my own body!
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Unfortunately, booking a hotel room required two IDs, and neither of them dared to take theirs out. On top of that, Alex had sold his apartment and car to fund Bleach and was currently living in a tiny studio far away.
That left only one viable option.
Sasha's place.
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"Mmm… Emily, bring me breakfast… three taels of clear soup noodles, a bit firmer, please," Alex muttered sleepily as he stretched.
Thud!
A kick landed squarely on his back.
Just as he was about to curse, a furious voice roared in his ear:
"It's Sasha!"
Alex jolted awake instantly. Damn it-too careless, didn't dodge in time.
Having broken up with Emily not long ago, his muscle memory hadn't caught up yet. It was like an author who finishes one novel and then keeps mixing up the protagonists in the next.
"Ahem… Sasha, you look even more beautiful than before," Alex said, pulling her into a casual hug.
"Heh~"
Sasha responded with a cold laugh. Honestly, the fact that she hadn't already gone to the kitchen to grab a knife meant she was showing remarkable restraint-though Alex wasn't sure if his brain was fully awake yet.
"Sasha, I think you're the type who gets more charming with age. Especially with that 'married woman' aura. How about this-after you get married, you be my mistress?"
Sasha: ???
This was absolutely unforgivable.
She jumped up instantly and rushed into the kitchen, grabbing a knife. Today, she swore, she was going to kill this bastard.
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While Sasha's home descended into total chaos, the merchandise store Alex had opened the day before was causing a massive stir online.
Celebrities opening restaurants, franchises, hotpot shops, or milk tea brands was nothing new. But officially selling costumes and props from a TV series? That was rare. Sure, knockoffs existed online, but an official store run personally by the actor was almost unheard of.
Fans loved it.
Some jealous peers hired trolls to accuse Alex of "milking the fans."
The fans' response?
"None of your damn business! Today Bleach updates, and I'm watching it in a Shinigami uniform with a Zanpakutō in hand!"
Meanwhile, back at Sasha's place, Alex finally managed to calm her down after exhausting every last ounce of effort.
But the moment his eyes drifted over her figure, he couldn't help courting death again.
"Sasha, could you put on Yoruichi Shihouin's outfit?"
Sasha: "?"
"And then maybe say a line like, 'Sorry, Kisuke… but I really can't hold back anymore.'"
Sasha: "???"
Damn it, Alex thought. She's playing hardball-and he was enjoying every second of it.
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