Jiang Cheng's kiss was merely a fleeting taste; after all, Qiu Yihe hadn't yet emerged from the heightened atmosphere, and her breathing was still unsteady.
Moreover, this was also the moment when a Girl was at her most vulnerable. Jiang Cheng didn't make any further moves, simply holding her quietly... In a King Room at the Yiheng Hotel, Fang Yuan was swaying to the rhythm while singing the trendy song "Please Don't Dig Everywhere."
However, before she could finish the song, her phone rang.
Glancing at it, she saw it was actually a message from Wang Wei.
Wang Wei: "Fang Yuan, are you asleep?"
Seeing this message, Fang Yuan's brow furrowed instantly.
She had noticed that Wang Wei's way of addressing her lately had become quite strange.
When she first started at Company Name, Wang Wei still called her Manager Wang.
But recently, every time he sent a message, he would address her by her full name.
And while he had sent her messages at night before, those were always normal work-related communications.
It wasn't until recently that Fang Yuan realized Wang Wei's messages were becoming increasingly inappropriate.
He would even occasionally show concern for her personal life out of the blue.
Things like telling her to wear more layers because it was cold tonight, or asking if she had reached home safely.
These were not things a boss should be saying to a subordinate.
Wang Wei's recent overstepping concerns were like tiny thorns pricked into the gaps of her daily work; not deep, yet always leaving her with a faint sense of discomfort.
It was almost one in the morning, and he was still asking if she was asleep?
After staring at it for a while, Fang Yuan decided not to reply.
If a man like Jiang Cheng hadn't appeared by her side, a successful middle-aged man like Wang Wei, provided he were single, would indeed have been quite a suitable match for her.
But the problem was, Wang Wei had a family.
Furthermore, she had already met Jiang Cheng, so even if he were single, she wouldn't have liked him.
She wasn't oblivious to the subtext; she simply loathed this kind of probing disguised under the shell of a superior.
While she was lost in thought for a moment, the screen lit up again.
Seeing the name "Jiang Cheng," Fang Yuan's heart skipped a beat for no reason.
Jiang Cheng: "Goodnight, have sweet dreams!"
She read it over twice, the upward curve of her lips impossible to suppress. The slight gloom that had arisen from Wang Wei's message was instantly swept away.
Fang Yuan didn't know that Jiang Cheng's message was a mass-sent one.
And in the past, when he sent mass messages, Fang Yuan hadn't been on the selected list.
Tonight was just special, so Jiang Cheng had included her when he sent the mass message.
Combined with the events of tonight, Fang Yuan even began to interpret the meaning of this sentence herself.
She felt that Jiang Cheng was truly thoughtful and perhaps really did care about her.
Otherwise, why would he still be concerned about her state so late at night?
Unlike her attitude toward Wang Wei.
After reading it, Fang Yuan replied immediately.
"Goodnight, I hope you have sweet dreams too."
After successfully sending it, she stared at the reply for a while before finally turning off the lights in satisfaction... The next day, the moment Qiu Yihe opened her eyes, her face instinctively flushed red.
When she had browsed through various materials before, she had even mocked the acting of the female teachers in them for being a bit fake.
Could this thing really hurt more than a knife going in clean and coming out bloody?
With just that much force, it's not like being beaten, so why all the screaming?
Their faces would get so red, and they'd be dripping with sweat.
These weren't educational films; they were practically scam films.
They were purely designed to stir up people's emotions and get them to spend money.
But after going through it last night, she just wanted to say: "Teachers, Sumimasen, I'm sorry for being so abrupt before, my voice was too loud..."
Because she had experienced all the phenomena she had just mentioned... she was even so exhausted after it ended that she fell straight asleep.
But...
Fortunately, Jiang Cheng didn't wake her up to mock her.
Now, she really just wanted to leave without anyone noticing.
Otherwise... with that mouth of his, there was no telling how he would tease her about her loss of composure last night. Right, gotta go!
The moment the quilt was gently pulled back, Qiu Yihe slowly raised her head and arched her body, intending to roll off the bed.
Holding her breath, she very slowly lifted a corner of the quilt, arching her body like a thief as she tried to slide down from the edge of the bed.
However, her gaze inadvertently swept toward the covers and the space beside her... and her movements instantly froze.
That fleeting glimpse was incredibly impactful.
Qiu Yihe's heart pounded wildly, her cheeks grew even hotter, but her eyes were like they were drawn by a magnet, and as if possessed, she took a couple more peeks.
Just as she finally summoned her courage and intended to roll off the bed in one go, an irresistible force suddenly pressed down!
"Does it look good?"
Jiang Cheng's voice, raspy from just waking up and laced with a clear smile, rang out above her head.
She saw that Jiang Cheng had woken up at some unknown point.
At this moment, he was propping one hand beside her ear, trapping her once again between the soft bedding and his burning chest.
The morning sunlight fell on his eyes, which held a lazy smile; he was so handsome it made her heart skip.
And... so dangerous it made her legs weak.
Qiu Yihe's brain went blank instantly, leaving only the immense embarrassment and panic of being caught red-handed.
She could even feel the skin all over her body burning, especially her face, which was locked under his gaze.
She instinctively wanted to turn her face away to avoid those eyes that seemed to see through everything, her throat tightening.
She wanted to retort, to say "Who's looking?", but she couldn't utter a single word; only her rapid breathing betrayed her nervousness.
My god, what's going on, Qiu Yihe!!
This is just a transaction!!
Don't overthink it!
This is just a scumbag who happens to be quite handsome and has good stamina.
A few seconds later, she regained a bit of strength for some false bravado, stiffening her neck and casting a feigned look of disdain toward the direction she had just been peeking at.
Her voice was a bit airy due to her guilty conscience as she stubbornly said: "...What's so good to look at? It's all dark, I can't see clearly."
As soon as she said it, she regretted it; this transparent defense practically had "I have a guilty conscience, I looked, and I care a lot" written all over her face.
Sure enough, the smile in Jiang Cheng's eyes deepened, like playful ripples spreading out.
"Oh, so you were looking for so long just because you couldn't see clearly? You should've said so earlier; that's easily fixed..."
Seeing Jiang Cheng say this, Qiu Yihe's heart couldn't help but skip a beat... "Don't... I didn't mean that! You've misunderstood..." Qiu Yihe gave a coy cry.
"Don't be shy. What's the relationship between us two now? What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine. Look if you want to, you Little Glutton..."
"Ah, what are you saying? I don't want to, I don't want to look..."
"No... you do..."
Despite her constant refusals, it was clearly of no use, and soon Qiu Yihe began to find herself unable to speak...