It would be better to acknowledge her, or make her feel that this situation is normal for her.
Thinking this, he sat on the edge of the bed and gently brushed away the strands of hair scattered across Qiu Yihe's forehead.
He pretended to have absolutely no interest in the style of her lingerie.
He reached out and placed his hand on her scorching forehead.
"You're blushing even more fiercely because you're shy while having a fever. Get some good rest."
The sudden action, just like before, made Qiu Yihe involuntarily hold her breath again.
Their distance at this moment was close enough that they could feel each other's breath.
Qiu Yihe's flustered appearance was reflected in Jiang Cheng's deep eyes.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
Qiu Yihe, finding courage from somewhere, suddenly reached out and grabbed Jiang Cheng's wrist as he was tidying her hair.
She could feel Jiang Cheng's pulse beating beneath her fingertips, strong and rapid.
"Jiang Cheng..." she whispered, her voice slightly hoarse from the fever. "Why are you so good to me?"
Jiang Cheng did not answer immediately. His gaze slowly dropped from Qiu Yihe's eyes to her slightly parted lips.
Qiu Yihe's lips looked exceptionally rosy due to the high fever, like ripe cherries, tempting to pluck.
The air became thick and hot.
Qiu Yihe felt Jiang Cheng's hand slide from her hair and gently cup her cheek.
His thumb slowly stroked her cheekbone, the movement incredibly gentle.
He deliberately slowed his breathing, allowing his warm breath to subtly brush across the gap between her lips.
"What do you think?"
Qiu Yihe did not answer; or rather, she was no longer able to think.
Jiang Cheng's eyes, under the dim bedside lamp, showed a dangerous amber color, with a light of fire flickering deep within his pupils that she could not understand.
Her eyelashes were trembling violently at this moment.
Should I push him away?
Should I push him away? If I don't, will it be the same as last time?
Her rationality screamed, yet her body felt nailed to the spot, her fingertips too numb to exert any force.
"I don't know..." Qiu Yihe's voice was trembling, and the tip of her tongue unconsciously licked her dry lower lip.
With that lick, the tip of her tongue accidentally brushed the edge of Jiang Cheng's finger.
Qiu Yihe could feel that her unconscious lick caused Jiang Cheng's breathing to deepen slightly.
Turning her head away shyly, Qiu Yihe whispered.
"You don't absolutely need me. I feel like you've always been hot and cold toward me..."
In reality, this feeling was certainly not unique to Qiu Yihe; all the women around him felt it.
In fact, even if Jiang Cheng wanted to resolve this issue, he lacked the power to do so.
Unless the System could one day split off a Shadow Clone for him.
But clearly, Jiang Cheng had mentioned this issue to the System several times, yet he had never received any feedback.
Taking advantage of the shift in Qiu Yihe's emotions, Jiang Cheng suddenly leaned in, the distance so close their noses almost touched.
"Does this count as hot and cold?" he chuckled softly, his Adam's apple bobbing in her line of sight. "What about now?"
Qiu Yihe's gaze uncontrollably fell upon his lips.
Those thin lips, which always spoke teasing words to her, looked unexpectedly soft right now.
She suddenly recalled the intimacy in the restroom and that unusual shiver.
The high fever made her thoughts thick yet daring.
By the time she reacted, Qiu Yihe had already grasped the front of Jiang Cheng's shirt somewhat defiantly, tilted her head back, and pressed against those two warm lips.
Jiang Cheng's answer clearly left her very dissatisfied.
Qiu Yihe admitted that before he answered her question, she had been so thoroughly seduced by Jiang Cheng that she was carried away.
Although her head was dizzy, Jiang Cheng's hesitation and avoidance instantly brought Qiu Yihe back to her senses somewhat.
She was just dizzy, but that didn't mean she was stupid.
After ruling out Jiang Cheng's immediate intentions toward her, Qiu Yihe knew that Jiang Cheng was highly unlikely to truly put her first.
Therefore, whether before or now, Jiang Cheng's actions toward her were probably just casual flirting.
Otherwise, how could she explain Jiang Cheng's usual indifference toward her?
At this moment, she felt angry inside.
Imagine a beautiful woman being seduced by you until she falls for you, only to turn around and find that your actions toward her were merely casual gestures.
Perhaps if it were another woman right now, Jiang Cheng would also flirt with her without hesitation.
So, wouldn't you be angry?
It was just that compared to typical girls, Qiu Yihe's method of revenge was a bit unusual.
She was both annoyed and yet didn't want Jiang Cheng to know her true thoughts.
Given her stubborn personality, stemming from a lack of love since childhood, she would only feel humiliated if Jiang Cheng knew she had fallen for him like this.
She felt like she had lost.
Therefore, after getting angry, Qiu Yihe simply threw caution to the wind and challenged Jiang Cheng.
She proactively flirted with him, letting him know that he was also dispensable to her.
And she wouldn't dwell on his kiss, or even savor it.
It's just a kiss, isn't it?
It's just a one-night stand, isn't it?
Did he really think I couldn't handle this game?
Qiu Yihe awkwardly enclosed his lower lip and gently sucked.
Her hands unconsciously climbed onto Jiang Cheng's shoulders, pulling him closer.
Before she could figure out what trick to use to conquer Jiang Cheng.
The next second, the world spun, and her back sank into the soft mattress.
Qiu Yihe heard a small whimper escape her throat.
Jiang Cheng took the opportunity to pin her down on the bed, one hand supporting himself beside her, the other stroking her waist.
The kiss, which had started as playful, suddenly turned fierce as he shifted from passive to active.
When he pried open her teeth, Qiu Yihe felt momentarily disoriented, as if her very soul was being sucked away.
Through the thin nightgown, Qiu Yihe could feel the heat of his palm, almost scorching her.
"Mmm..." When Jiang Cheng's lips moved toward the side of her neck, Qiu Yihe couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
Jiang Cheng's kiss traced the line of her neck downward, lingering at her collarbone.
The large feel of her body made Jiang Cheng's movements become somewhat rough.
The method of friction also sped up.
His breath against her skin sent a shiver through her.
The dizziness from the fever combined with oxygen deprivation created a thrilling sensation of pleasure.
She unconsciously arched her back, only to brush against a hotter, firmer sensation.
At this critical moment, Jiang Cheng suddenly stopped all movement.
He propped himself up, frowned, controlled his breathing, and looked at Qiu Yihe: "You still have a fever."
Qiu Yihe opened her eyes in confusion, seeing the burning lust in Jiang Cheng's eyes being replaced bit by bit by rationality.
Only then did she realize that she was indeed dizzy and her entire body was burning up; everything that just happened was almost in a half-dream state.
"I..." She tried to say something, but Jiang Cheng gently pressed a finger against her lips.
"Don't talk yet," Jiang Cheng's voice was slightly hoarse. "Let me calm down."
After speaking, Jiang Cheng laboriously moved off her, sat on the edge of the bed, and took several deep breaths, seemingly trying to compose himself.
Based on the progress just now, he could have gone straight in.
But doing this kind of thing while running a high fever was clearly not going to be a pleasant memory.
Qiu Yihe stared blankly at the bulging veins on his temples.
At this moment, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips, glistening from the kisses, were slightly parted.
The neckline of her clothes had long since slipped off her shoulders during the struggle, exposing a large area of pinkish skin.
Looking at Jiang Cheng's tense back, she instantly felt confused again.
What exactly did this mean?
To say he cared about her wasn't necessarily true, yet at a moment when he was about to indulge his desires, Jiang Cheng chose to be considerate toward her.
Jiang Cheng was like this, always making her instantly sober, then instantly fall into depravity.
His tightly furrowed brow showed no sign of relaxing.
She felt that she could no longer let Jiang Cheng control her thoughts.
If she let him take her when he wanted and leave when he wanted every time, what did that make her?
Seeing Jiang Cheng stand up, Qiu Yihe reached out and tugged at the corner of his shirt: "Don't go..."
In her urgency, she yanked hard, forcefully pushing Jiang Cheng down onto the bed.
"What do you take me for? Don't move. It's my turn."
To be honest, the Mind Perception Skill did sense the fluctuations in Qiu Yihe's heart.
But Jiang Cheng did not know her specific inner thoughts.
Originally, he genuinely wanted to be considerate of Qiu Yihe, but unfortunately, she wasn't willing to accept it.
What could he do? Nothing?
Since the other party was so aggressive, Jiang Cheng felt he could only be forced to cooperate.
Cooperating, Jiang Cheng quickly lay down flat, like a salted fish.
Amidst a series of groaning sighs, Jiang Cheng only felt a little regretful.
Qiu Yihe was putting in so much effort, yet he didn't have a Descendant Card. What a pity, what a pity.
Based on previous experiences, it was always a warm, comfortable feeling.
But now Qiu Yihe was running a high fever, and her oral temperature exceeded 38 degrees.