Although it wasn't Si Qing's first time seeing Jiang Cheng, the lighting in the hotel last time had been dim.
Plus, she had been forced to "work" back then, so her attention was more focused on how to explain things to Si Nian.
But now, the white lights were on.
Everything was laid out right before her eyes, clear as day.
After stealing a few glances, although she was also flustered...
...she was the older sister after all, and she was used to pretending to be calm in front of Si Nian when things happened.
Her deliberately lowered voice carried a hint of encouraging laughter: "What are you afraid of? He's dead drunk, he won't wake up. Besides, we're helping him change, not peeking on purpose. It's a good chance to take a look; we haven't seen it yet..."
Hearing this, Si Nian was momentarily speechless: "What are you saying? That's so... Aren't you afraid of getting sties in your eyes??"
Si Qing rolled her eyes at Si Nian.
Her younger sister usually seemed quiet and steady, but precisely because of that, she spent her days buried in the library or painting.
As a result, she only had a superficial understanding of many things.
If one got sties from that, she would have gotten them last time, wouldn't she??
Si Qing reached out and poked Si Nian's head with her index finger: "Are you stupid? If you really got sties, what would married couples do?? Do you really think their eyes are so red when they wake up in the morning because of sties??"
"What you say makes sense, but why would their eyes be red then??"
"Naturally, it's because they were doing bad things at night instead of sleeping, so they're exhausted in the morning~~"
These words made Si Nian's ears turn red instantly; her mind couldn't quite process it, unable to keep up with Si Qing's'speed.'
"Oh, whatever, since you're not afraid, you put his pants on!" Si Nian pushed the difficult task over.
"I don't want to. I've already dressed his upper body; you handle the pants."
"I won't..."
Seeing Si Nian still facing away from the bed, refusing to move.
Si Qing reached out and tugged at her clothes, her tone still encouraging.
"What's there to fear? He's out cold anyway. Such a rare opportunity—take this chance to have a good look, then hurry up and put his pants on."
Si Nian suddenly turned back and glared at her, her ears still flushed: "What on earth are you talking about?"
"Why are you so nervous? It's not like you'll lose anything." Si Qing raised an eyebrow, teasing her on purpose while her hand quietly moved toward the edge of the bed.
"What nonsense are you talking!" Si Nian glared back, her ears so red they looked like they might bleed. Her voice instinctively rose, then she quickly lowered it—afraid of waking Jiang Cheng. "Are you telling me you're not nervous? Don't forget, we have a bit of a mental connection. I know exactly what you're feeling right now... but why do I get the sense that you're actually a bit excited?"
Seeing her thoughts accidentally exposed, Si Qing's cheeks burned.
But she remained stubborn: "So what? What's wrong with taking a look? We're changing his clothes, not peeking on purpose."
Listening to the sisters' conversation, Jiang Cheng's brow twitched slightly.
This implied that if something were to happen between him and Si Qing...
...would Si Nian feel it too?
At that thought, he couldn't help but swallow hard.
Seeing out of the corner of her eye that Si Qing really was staring at Jiang Cheng, Si Nian wavered for a moment.
She glanced toward the bed.
The moment her gaze touched Jiang Cheng's exposed skin, she jerked it back as if burned, her fingertips twisting the hem of her clothes into wrinkles.
She couldn't help but mutter to herself: Is it really okay?
But since Si Qing had said so... She bit her lower lip and stole another glance. This time she didn't look away immediately, but her gaze wandered and her breathing grew shallow.
In truth, she was also a bit curious, she just couldn't bring herself to admit it.
Seeing that Si Nian didn't object, Si Qing grew bolder and pulled her to face forward.
Why was she pulling Si Nian along??
Mainly because she remembered what happened before.
If Si Nian had seen it too, her own sense of guilt would be lessened.
When she actually turned her head, Si Nian felt the situation was utterly ridiculous.
Although the two of them had shared everything since childhood...
...and even promised to see the world together when they grew up.
But now, having looked together, thoughts like "ridiculous," "huge," and "this color is a bit scary" filled her mind.
Just as the sisters were staring blankly, the sound of footsteps suddenly came from the door, followed by the "clack" of a tray lightly hitting the doorframe.
The two sisters whipped their heads around to see Xia Li standing at the door with a tray of hot milk, steam rising from it.
Xia Li's gaze landed on the two of them first, then slowly moved to Jiang Cheng on the bed.
When she saw the sisters' "investigative" looks, her expression froze instantly, and the hand holding the tray stopped mid-air.
Si Qing and Si Nian were like they'd been hit with a freezing spell, their bodies leaning over the edge of the bed without moving.
The room was terrifyingly quiet, save for the faint sound of steam rising from the milk. The three women looked at each other.
The atmosphere was so awkward you could practically wring the tension out of the air.
Xia Li's heart skipped a beat, her cheeks burning uncontrollably. A flash of shock crossed her usually cold eyes, quickly replaced by confusion.
What were they doing? Did helping President Jiang change clothes require staring like that?
So, it probably wasn't as simple as just changing clothes??
She instinctively gripped the tray tighter, her knuckles turning white from the force. Her gaze swept between the sisters and Jiang Cheng before landing back on the two of them.
Her mouth pressed into a tight line, and only after a long while did she squeeze out a sentence: "I'm sorry, I didn't know you..." The silence in the room was like a string pulled to its limit.
Even with his eyes closed, Jiang Cheng could clearly sense three stiff, burning gazes converging on that specific spot on his body.
If Jiang Cheng weren't confident enough, any ordinary man would have grabbed the sheets and covered himself up tightly long ago.
His Mind Perception Skill sensed the three women's internal awe toward him.
In his excitement, his nerves began to twitch.