Si Qing's expression instantly became strained, and she followed up by saying, "I'm scared."
"Uncomfortable?"
"No, I'm just afraid I won't be able to hold it in. That sofa in the living room looks expensive. If I stained it just now, will I have to pay for it?"
Jiang Cheng immediately laughed upon hearing this. "You're only thinking about yourself now, why didn't you think about it when you were lying there just now?"
Just when Jiang Cheng thought she was about to flee in embarrassment again.
She was seen blushing, lightly biting her lip, slightly lowering her head, and then quietly reaching out to grab a snow-white bath towel from the nearby seat.
After getting the bath towel, she silently walked to the bed and carefully spread the towel flat on the mattress.
Throughout the entire process, Si Qing remained silent, but her slightly trembling hands and reddened earlobes betrayed her inner nervousness and shyness.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Cheng originally wanted to tease her, but he swallowed the words back before they left his mouth.
He even silently cooperated with Si Qing and thoughtfully helped her straighten the two corners of the bath towel.
With everything ready, the two of them tacitly lay back down on the bed.
Just then, the ringtone of the phone Jiang Cheng had tossed aside suddenly rang.
Originally, Jiang Cheng planned to ignore it, but he saw that the call was actually from his own father.
Having no choice, Jiang Cheng could only pause the movement of one hand.
He stretched out his hand and made a shushing gesture toward Si Qing.
He said, "It's my dad."
Seeing those magical hands switch to single-handed operation.
Si Qing's thoughts instantly stabilized significantly.
She nodded, indicating for Jiang Cheng to answer the phone first.
After pressing the answer button, Jiang Cheng called out, "Dad."
Jiang Jianmin on the other end of the line responded.
He then began asking about matters concerning his winter vacation.
Jiang Cheng casually responded while holding the phone, but his other hand did not stop working.
Because he unexpectedly discovered that ever since he obtained Jia Tengying's Hand Skill.
The characteristics of all the girls around him were the same as Qiao Yinyin's, none were spared.
That was why Si Qing brought up the sofa issue just now.
As long as he used this skill continuously and patiently.
Within a few minutes, he could enjoy the exploding scene of Sprite and 7-Up.
Si Qing, who had originally thought she might luckily escape this ordeal, had just begun to relax when she suddenly felt a force tightly gripping one of her legs.
She lowered her head in astonishment, finding Jiang Cheng's strong and powerful hand firmly grasping her calf.
What was worse, due to Jiang Cheng's forceful pull, the protruding part of her body was resting precisely on Jiang Cheng's arm.
This awkward and suggestive position made Si Qing's cheeks feel as though they were instantly catching fire.
She simply couldn't imagine what Jiang Cheng would be seeing from this angle.
Various unbearably shy images flashed through her mind, and Si Qing's heart pounded even more fiercely, almost leaping out of her throat.
Realizing that Jiang Cheng was currently on the phone, Si Qing hurriedly and consciously covered her mouth tightly with both hands, terrified that she might accidentally let out even the slightest sound.
At the same time, the leg held by Jiang Cheng began to twist gently, attempting to break free from Jiang Cheng's restraint and pull back.
However, after only the slightest movement, she felt as if her leg was clamped by iron tongs; the more she struggled, the tighter the grip became.
Immediately after, Jiang Cheng's large, thick palm gently patted the smooth, delicate inner thigh of Si Qing, seemingly signaling her to be quieter and more compliant.
The entire room was silent at this moment, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop clearly.
Si Qing could even clearly hear the faint voices coming from the other end of the phone, which increased her nervousness several times over.
Her body grew hotter under Jiang Cheng's teasing, and the force with which she covered her mouth with her hands grew heavier.
After asking a few questions, Jiang Jianmin immediately got straight to the point: "Are you busy these two days? I'll arrive in Magic City tomorrow morning. You should come with us to meet someone."
Jiang Cheng was busy with the task at hand, but upon hearing his father's direct remark, he couldn't help but stop his movements.
A hint of suspicion arose in his heart, as he keenly sensed that something unusual might be happening based on his father's slightly heavy tone.
He quickly replied, "Dad, I don't have anything particularly important going on these few days. But what's wrong with you? You sound a bit off."
Jiang Jianmin on the other end seemed lost in thought, remaining silent for a long time.
Only after a while did he slowly speak again: "It's nothing, I just figured some things out and feel a little emotional. I'll tell you when I get there, Jianmin."
The doubts in his heart were not completely erased, Jiang Cheng said softly.
"Okay, what time will you arrive? I'll come pick you up."
"We arrive at the Magic City Airport at eight in the evening. You don't need to come; your car is too high-profile. I'll arrange for someone to pick us up. Just give me the address, and I'll come straight to where you're staying."
...Wait, when he gave his father that Mercedes-Benz coupe model a while ago, he never heard him say anything about it being high-profile.
Moreover, when he was in Chengdu, didn't he often drive that car around?
Not to mention what Second Grandfather once said—apparently, when his father was young, he loved sports cars the most.
Besides the super cool bugatti nights sound that Second Grandfather specifically left for him, rumor has it that his old man owns quite a few different kinds of supercars.
In comparison, the few supercars he currently owned probably weren't even a fraction of his father's collection.
Now he was actually complaining that Jiang Cheng was too high-profile.
However, hearing Jiang Jianmin's unusual tone, Jiang Cheng didn't say anything further.
He obediently replied, "Okay, I'll send you the address on wechat later. I'll wait for you at home tomorrow."
After he finished speaking, his father was the first to hang up the phone.
Seeing Jiang Cheng silent and frowning after hanging up the phone, seemingly deep in thought.
Si Qing proactively moved closer to Jiang Cheng. Her beautiful eyes were full of concern as she asked softly and thoughtfully.
"What's wrong? Why do you look like that? Did something happen?"
His thoughts were pulled back. Jiang Cheng shook his head, pulled Si Qing's feet up, lowered his head, and placed a kiss on them.
Following this kiss, more fragmented kisses began moving upward along the arch of her foot.
Si Qing's breathing also started to become rapid at this moment.
Although she desperately wanted to escape, her legs were tightly gripped in Jiang Cheng's hands, unable to move.
A few minutes later, Si Qing stared at the ceiling, her eyes somewhat hazy.
At this moment, Si Qing suddenly felt like she couldn't take it anymore, and she even wanted to yell directly at Jiang Cheng.
Damn it, stop dawdling, just do it already.