Why is it sticking out?
Could she have been mistaken just now—does Jiang Cheng not have abs at all?
Could it be that Jiang Cheng has no abs, and she'd simply seen wrong?
No way… is she drunk too?
At that thought, Si Qing's hands, which had been pushing him away, freed up one.
Half-curious, half-testing, she slowly reached toward Jiang Cheng's abdomen.
Her fingers brushed lightly, checking again and again.
After several touches, it felt like an electric jolt; Si Qing snapped back to her senses.
With a soft cry she yanked her hand away faster than lightning, two bright blushes racing across her cheeks.
She looked so flustered, as if she'd grabbed a scalding potato and could only think of fleeing.
Up to that point Jiang Cheng had still been able to rein in the impulse rising inside him.
He'd let the shy, heart-fluttering atmosphere unfold bit by careful bit.
But those unconscious explorations of hers were a spark that ignited the desire he'd kept buried.
In an instant Jiang Cheng lost all composure, urgency flooding him.
Right now he was channeling the famously shy actor Liang Chaowei.
The star might be timid and socially awkward on set—
especially when undoing a belt, radiating pure social-retreat energy—
yet Jiang Cheng had far more advantages.
His proportions were flawless.
Broad shoulders tapering to a tight waist formed a striking V-triangle.
Unbuckling his belt held no awkwardness, only effortless charm and swagger.
Every move exuded an irresistible magnetism.
Quietly, Jiang Cheng rewrote the actor's classic scene: instead of binding the heroine's wrists behind her with a belt, he pinned both of Si Qing's hands with one of his.
After all, his hand was large enough to control her without any extra restraint.
Besides, Si Qing was no seasoned partner; a full lift-and-carry wouldn't suit her.
A parched meadow needs patient watering before blossoms can open—
let alone from the camera angle the star preferred.
Suddenly his expression turned fierce, draining the color from Si Qing's face.
Stammering, she found she couldn't close her mouth at all.
She watched, speechless, as Jiang Cheng forced himself in.
The shy flush on her face vanished in an instant.
Whimpering, she still didn't dare hurt him.
Though she admitted she liked Jiang Cheng very much,
the reflexive nausea at that moment sent her hard-won favorability plummeting.
Si Qing: favorability -5!
Si Qing: favorability -5!
Feeling her favorability nosedive, Jiang Cheng lost all interest in continuing the act.
He had already activated the Child-Be-Gone card,
but with Si Qing's current level of cooperation, the final reward wouldn't be high.
Looking at her, mouth full, eyes glaring,
Jiang Cheng feared his Danger Perception Skill might suddenly blare a warning.
In a head-on clash he wouldn't worry—
after all, he held the initiative.
Yet now, though he appeared in control, the real power lay with Si Qing.
In a crisis the human bite is terrifyingly strong.
Something that important shouldn't be toyed with.
Si Qing didn't know why Jiang Cheng suddenly let her go.
She gasped as though reborn, sucking in several greedy breaths of cool fresh air.
Then, with lightning speed, she sprang to her feet.
Hair bristling with rage, she stormed toward him to demand an explanation.
But the moment she stood, an accident happened:
her head slammed squarely into Jiang Cheng's high, straight nose.