Although these words made the small Nike arc at the corner of Jiang Cheng's mouth widen, he maintained a calm facade.
"What do you mean 'brag'? This is reality, okay? Besides, I'm alone right now, what else can I do besides sleep?"
Seeing his genuinely uninterested look, Qiu Yihe stared at him even more intensely: "What do you think?"
Jiang Cheng pretended to sigh: "Forget it. As for me? I'm not touching you simply because I don't like trouble..."
If it were any other Girl, they would have been pulled up and gotten straight to business... but to prevent future complications, it was better to patiently explain this clearly.
After all, if this matter were discovered by both families, his parents would scold him to death.
Qiu Yihe frowned: "What do you mean?"
Jiang Cheng stood up, walked over to her side, and looked down at her, saying, "What is the relationship between our two families? I am in the prime of my life, and as you said, I don't lack money, so naturally, I don't lack people..."
Qiu Yihe's cheeks suddenly flushed, a mix of shame, indignation, and an indescribable sense of grievance rushing to her head, and the fingers clutching the corner of her clothes turned slightly white.
She looked up and glared at the condescending Jiang Cheng. The corners of her eyes were faintly red from emotion, and her voice was urgent and annoyed.
"Who asked you to take responsibility? Jiang Cheng, what kind of person do you think I am?"
She naturally knew that Jiang Cheng was afraid she would cling to him.
He was afraid that after she succeeded, she would throw a tantrum and seek status from the elders.
But she had never considered such a thing.
In her opinion, having this happen with Jiang Cheng was already embarrassing enough.
How could she possibly have the nerve to publicize something like this?
She wasn't some experienced woman; she was still a pure maiden, okay?
What occupied her mind wasn't the family relationship Jiang Cheng mentioned, but the thought that her attractiveness was actually so low.
Jiang Cheng looked at her, ruffled yet trying to appear calm, and the amusement in his eyes was impossible to hide.
He extended a finger and lightly touched her reddened earlobe.
The touch was warm and soft.
With that touch, Qiu Yihe, shy and sensitive, jerked her head away to dodge him.
The warm yellow light softened Jiang Cheng's contours, but the calculation and ambiguity in his eyes were suffocating.
At such close range, she could even smell the faint scent of cedar, cologne, and alcohol on him.
"You don't want me to take responsibility? Are you sure?"
Sharply catching the hidden delight in Jiang Cheng's words, the fire in Qiu Yihe's heart flared up even more.
Qiu Yihe looked up at Jiang Cheng.
She bit her lower lip, bracing herself to meet his gaze.
Her tone carried a stubborn defiance, like she was throwing caution to the wind: "Of course not! It's just mutual needs. You help me resolve Qiu Li's matter, and I fulfill my promise, nothing more. Since Young Master Jiang is so afraid of trouble, could it be that you think Qiu Yihe would cling to you?"
Seeing that she understood his meaning.
Jiang Cheng raised an eyebrow, withdrew his hand, and leaned against the nearby tea table, hands in his pockets, his posture relaxed.
"That's right. You know the kind of person I am. If it's mutual needs, we can cooperate, but anything else, I'm afraid I have to apologize..."
Qiu Yihe felt a pang in her chest, knowing that her words had fallen right into his trap.
But since the words were already out, taking them back would be too embarrassing.
Moreover, having been pressured so hard by Jiang Cheng, she genuinely wanted to retaliate against him.
She wasn't a traditional woman to begin with.
From the moment she swore her oath of office, she had already set aside her own life.
Therefore, traditional concepts like marriage and having children were things she had never even considered.
Furthermore, having family and children would be a burden in her line of work.
And it would be unfortunate for a child to have a mother with her kind of profession.
That's why very few people in her profession get married and have children.
She took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and raised her chin, looking at him: "Of course, I mean it. What? Is Young Master Jiang scared now?"
Since the conversation had reached this point, Jiang Cheng naturally made his move.
"Scared?" Jiang Cheng chuckled softly, stood up, walked toward her, and reached out to cup her chin.
His face was extremely close to hers, his breath brushing against her lips.
"Qiu Yihe, mutual needs. I'm afraid you won't be able to deliver tonight..."
Qiu Yihe's cheeks grew hotter. In her shame and anger, she raised her hand to push him away, but he gripped her wrist and pinned it to her side.
She struggled but couldn't break free. She looked up and glared at him, though her eyes concealed a hint of panic and excitement she hadn't noticed herself: "Stop talking big. Do you really think you can go nine times in one night? You..."
Before she could finish, Jiang Cheng's gaze suddenly dropped to her slightly parted lips. His eyes darkened, and the finger holding her chin gently stroked her skin.
Qiu Yihe's heart skipped a beat instantly. All her words were stuck in her throat, and even her breathing became cautious.
The tea room was so quiet that their heartbeats could be heard. The warm yellow light intertwined with an ambiguous atmosphere, lingering intimately around the two of them.
The original transaction and calculation, at this moment, seemed to have been kneaded by this sudden intimacy into an indescribable emotion.
Jiang Cheng slowly leaned down, and his warm lips gently covered hers.
Unlike the intense kiss last time, this kiss was so gentle that it made Qiu Yihe freeze slightly.
What was going on?
Why was he kissing her so gently?
He had just spoken so mercilessly, yet now he was acting so affectionately?
Jiang Cheng, this scoundrel, really knew how to manipulate people's hearts.
Although she cursed him internally, her body honestly began to soften.
Although she claimed they were merely satisfying mutual needs and shouted slogans about not caring.
But if the other person really treated you that way.
Only treating you as a tool, you would inevitably feel somewhat hurt inside.
On the contrary, a cautious peck like Jiang Cheng's not only made the Girl feel cherished but also gave her a hint of secret joy regarding her own charm.
Her inner desire to conquer Jiang Cheng instantly grew stronger.
After slowly curving her lips, she immediately closed her eyes, allowing him to deepen the kiss while also beginning to imitate Jiang Cheng's movements and respond to him.
Outside the window, their shadows clung tightly together, gradually overlapping with their subtle movements until they were indistinguishable, outlining an ambiguous and enchanting silhouette.
At this moment, under the corridor not far from the tea room door, Xia Li was standing with her hands hanging at her sides.
She had been waiting quietly in the corridor ever since Jiang Cheng entered.
She was even ready to go in and deliver new desserts at any moment.
When she saw Jiang Cheng and Qiu Yihe suddenly kissing, the calm, silent expression on her face instantly broke.
Although she only saw the silhouette on the window.
The two overlapping shadows were clearly reflected on the window paper, intimate and ambiguous, especially the posture of leaning down to kiss, which was enough for anyone to imagine the tenderness inside.
She subconsciously clenched her hands, her knuckles turning faintly pale from the effort.
The coolness in her palms spread from her fingertips throughout her body.
A trace of bitterness spread through her heart.
In just one minute, the aura around her became increasingly tense.
The bitterness was diluted, and her originally cold and calm cheeks were quietly tinged with a faint blush.
Her body inexplicably felt hot, and even her breathing became somewhat rapid.
She was fiercely stimulated by the ambiguous silhouette on the window paper.
The wind under the corridor gently blew, stirring the wisps of hair on her forehead, but it could not dispel the heat and turmoil in her heart.
What was going on?
Why couldn't she stand it every time she saw Jiang Cheng getting intimate with his female companion... Xia Li suspected she had been cursed.
At this moment, she really wanted to quickly return to her room, but she was afraid Jiang Cheng might need her later.
Fang Yuan, who had already returned to the hotel, was in a similar situation to Xia Li.
After quickly reporting the interesting events of the evening to Zhou Ying, Fang Yuan didn't even have time to grab her pajamas.
She rushed into the bathroom.
Right now, her mind was filled with Jiang Cheng's various sounds of appreciation and her own sounds of gratitude.
While the feeling hadn't vanished, Fang Yuan decided to properly reward herself once by imitating Jiang Cheng's technique from earlier... That's right, she used to only use a single method.
Only now did she realize that this kind of thing could be so varied.