While Jiang Cheng was chatting casually with the others, Qiao Yinyin had quietly changed the waterproof pad on the bed.
At that moment she came up behind him and gently hugged him.
The moment her soft, warm body pressed against him, Jiang Cheng couldn't help feeling his natural talent stirring.
That skin-to-skin contact—
It felt so damn good.
No man could resist a feeling like this.
Jiang Cheng set his phone aside and muttered, 'You little temptress!'
Hearing him, Qiao Yinyin brushed her soft pink lips over his neck: 'If I'm a temptress, then you're a love-drunk king.'
'Wrong—I should be Sun Wukong.'
With that, Jiang Cheng turned, pinned her to the bed, and leaned over her.
Qiao Yinyin giggled sweetly, wrapped her arms around his head, and asked with a smile, 'Why Sun Wukong?'
'Definitely a temptress—look how skillfully you wrap your legs around me. Let me show you what happens when you provoke the Monkey King...'
'Ahhh~~~'
...When he woke up the next morning, Qiao Yinyin was no longer in bed.
After calling out to her, Jiang Cheng sent her a message on wechat.
Learning she had gone out to buy breakfast, he got up to wash.
About ten minutes later she came back humming, carrying soy milk and fried dough sticks.
Seeing Jiang Cheng in the living room, she hurried over and proudly presented the bags of breakfast.
'Look, I got you breakfast. Since moving here, I've found the morning stalls near my place are delicious.
These Shanghai-style soup dumplings are my favorite every time I go to class early.
They're super tasty—try one!'
Seeing her clean, make-up-free face, Jiang Cheng leaned down and kissed her. "You're gorgeous."
Qiao Yinyin touched her cheek and replied uncertainness, "How can I look good without makeup?"
With a beauty score of 94, she's already a standout in a crowd even without makeup.
After a whole night of intimacy, she looked even more perfect in his eyes.
Jiang Cheng pinched her cheek and said firmly, "I say you're beautiful, so you are.
His confident tone made her blush pink. "Eat the dumplings while they're hot—cold ones aren't as good."
Sometimes Jiang Cheng simply couldn't understand women.
Though they already knew everything about each other, they still blushed.
He teased her: "Soup dumplings? I'm not a fan of small buns; big ones are better."
Qiao Yinyin giggled and pulled back his playful hand. "Stop fooling around.
She led him to the dining table, picked up a hot dumpling, blew on it, and brought it to his lips.
Seeing him chew and nod, she asked delightedly, "Is it good?"
Looking at her smiling face, he nodded and fed her a dumpling with his chopsticks. "Pretty decent.
She ate while her hands kept working.
Soon she peeled a tea-egg for him.
It had been ages since he'd had such a down-to-earth breakfast.
He wasn't picky about food.
In school he'd often gone downstairs with his dad for a bowl of tofu pudding noodles.
Thinking of that, he missed Chengdu cuisine.
As he wondered whether to return to Chengdu, Qiao Yinyin said, "By the TikTok, we're on the hot search.
'Hmm? Which one?'
Seeing her phone, Jiang Cheng was relieved.
He'd feared a photo of them holding hands had gone viral.
It was about the two million he'd tipped her during her TikTok stream last night; it hit the Social Media Platform hot search.
'Live Streaming Platform queen joins TikTok; anonymous top supporter gifts over two million!'
Noticing his calm, Qiao Yinyin said, "Please don't tip me anymore.
My popularity is good; I don't need that kind of publicity.
I'll work hard to earn money for the company.
Jiang Cheng tapped her nose. "Stop overthinking.
I signed you so no company could bully you.
If you want to be an Internet Celebrity, go ahead; stream if you like, or just relax.
With me as your top supporter, you won't go hungry.
His words made her heart flutter. "You're so good to me.
My TikTok gained hundreds of thousands of followers. Aren't you afraid I'll leave if I get famous?
Jiang Cheng shrugged. "Do I look like I need your money?
She giggled and rapped her forehead. "Good point.
'Oh, I heard Zhou Ying joined our company?'
Jiang Cheng glanced at her.
'Shen Chong told you?'
She grinned craftily. "He didn't say anything.
I saw her when I visited the office, but I hid.
'Hide? You're colleagues.'
'True, but we're rarely at the office, so we probably won't run into each other.'
He didn't want to discuss it further.
'Any plans for today?'
Qiao Yinyin brightened.
'No class.
I can practice cooking or record some clips.'
Seeing her so considerate and humble tugged at his heart.
She never asked him to stay, always answered his calls, and always used busyness as an excuse when they had to part.
After wiping his mouth, Jiang Cheng stood up, lifted her over his shoulder, and said, "Since nothing's urgent, the Monkey King must now dispense justice...
Startled yet excited, Qiao Yinyin clung to him.
'Mercy! I won't do it again—last night was enough...'