Why did her spot of pleasure feel hot, and even a bit painful?
For one, she hadn't taken off her clothes, and for another, they hadn't even started anything.
What on earth was going on with her?
She was simply dying of shame.
No matter how carefree she usually was, Shen Shuang couldn't bring herself to speak at this moment.
She could only let out a very soft, unnatural cough, her eyes drifting toward the night scenery rapidly receding outside the car window, trying to use the external movement to cool down her overheating body and thoughts.
And Xu Yan's feelings at this moment weren't any better than Shen Shuang's.
After all, she was sitting in the passenger seat while the other was sitting next to Jiang Cheng.
Although from her perspective, the scene wasn't as detailed as what Shen Shuang saw.
But she could hear the smacking sounds of the kissing very clearly.
What was most annoying was that Jiang Churan would occasionally let out a soft whimper, unable to control her passion.
Jiang Churan was clearly moved by Jiang Cheng's kissing... No, sister, you're enjoying the kiss, but do you care about the two of us?
She knew better than Shen Shuang what it felt like to kiss Jiang Cheng.
After all, she had deep-kissed Jiang Cheng far more times than Shen Shuang had.
Jiang Cheng's usual rhythm and the unquestionable invasion of his lips and tongue.
Even the occasional teasing of his fingertips when he was being mischievous—Xu Yan had experienced it all... The intimate sounds instantly caused those deeply buried memories to wake up like a tidal wave, bringing with them a clear sense of touch and warmth.
She felt as if she could sense the intimacy Jiang Churan was experiencing from a distance, which caused her own body to produce a certain secret and shameful resonance.
She lowered her eyelashes, not daring to look any longer, her fingertips curling slightly and her nails digging into her palms, trying to use the slight pain to suppress that improper, surging familiar throb.
Following Shen Shuang's lead, she turned her gaze toward the window on the other side.
And at this moment, Jiang Cheng, the "culprit," was perhaps immersed in this testing kiss.
Not bad, not bad!
Right now, he wanted to see Jiang Churan's reaction to this kind of intimate contact in front of "outsiders," as well as Shen Shuang and Xu Yan's perception of it.
This was a subtle compliance test, a probing of boundaries, and a confirmation of their relationship.
As the saying goes, what is a compliance test?
It's just getting used to it!
As the saying goes, if there's a first time, there will be a second.
And clearly, although Jiang Churan was shy, she didn't show any sadness or disappointment, nor did she feel that Jiang Cheng was being disrespectful.
She even felt a bit of a woman's secret joy.
Generally speaking, if you intentionally slap your girlfriend's buttocks or touch her chest in front of your friends, most women would feel uncomfortable, feeling like their boyfriend doesn't respect them and is just using them as a boastful asset.
But in the current situation...
If your boyfriend really kept teasing or bullying your best friend, intentionally or not, while he was with you...
Generally speaking, any woman wouldn't be able to stand it.
But if it's the other way around—your boyfriend flirting with you in front of your best friend—you'll only feel his possessiveness towards you... While the atmosphere here was awkward and subtle, Qiu Yihe felt the same way in the Qiu Family's Courtyard House.
After leaving Jiang Cheng's Courtyard House in the Rear Sea area, she quickly handled some matters and even changed her flight to the evening because she couldn't make it in time.
After talking with Qiu Zheng for a long time, she also took the time to visit Qiu Yihe's maternal uncle's home to say hello.
But to her surprise, she was detained by Qiu Yihe's maternal uncle.
"Great-uncle, I really don't have time. I've booked a flight for later... I have to rush to the airport now..."
Ordinarily, Qiu Yihe's maternal uncle wouldn't have bothered with Qiu Yihe.
But tonight, his attitude was exceptionally firm.
Sitting in a grand armchair, his fingertips lightly tapped the armrest.
He didn't look up, and his voice wasn't loud, but it carried a deep, heavy power that came from years of being in a high position and giving orders.
"Cancel the flight."
Four simple words—not a discussion, but a notification.
Qiu Yihe was startled. "Great-uncle, my team—"
"I'll have someone speak to your team." At this, Qiu Yihe's maternal uncle finally looked up. His gaze wasn't sharp, but it was deep, like an ancient well. "Your position isn't so critical that things will stop moving without you. If it really were the case that they couldn't function without you, you wouldn't be sitting here bargaining with me."
With one sentence, he lightly brushed aside her excuse.
Qiu Yihe's heart tightened slightly.
Her eyes blinked slightly.
In fact, she could see that Qiu Yihe's maternal uncle didn't value her much... When she arrived earlier, Qiu Zheng had already told him about her profession.
When he heard she was a police officer, he didn't show much of a reaction, only mentioning that Shanghai couldn't compare to Kyoto, implying that she should come to Kyoto.
But looking at his reaction now, it was clear he already knew her profession.
She had always felt that this Great-uncle's attitude was usually ambiguous.
He was polite to everyone, didn't step forward when things happened, and didn't take sides.
Like an old tree swaying with the wind, he offended no one.
So he seemed a bit like a fence-sitter.
But with just these few sentences, she suddenly realized: this man was never without his own opinions; he was just intentionally hiding himself.
This subtle expression of surprise was clearly caught by Qiu Yihe's maternal uncle.
He slowly straightened up, his military uniform crisp. Although his shoulder straps weren't flashy, they carried a weight that made one's breath hitch.
He didn't mention Qiu Li, nor did he scold her; he just made a casual remark, as if speaking about an irrelevant matter.
"Xiao He, you're a good child. Our Qiu Family has few members, and now only you three sisters are left. Whether it's you, Qiu Li, or Qiu Ya, I hope you can bring honor to the Qiu Family... That child Qiu Li is smart, but she's too impatient and wants to reach the top in one step. That matter with the bill... she caused too much trouble, and it was too stupid."
Hearing this, Qiu Yihe's eyes blinked unnaturally.
This matter had been trending for half a day, so it was normal for him to know.
After a pause, his gaze fell on Qiu Yihe's face again.
"I raised those two sisters from a young age. Qiu Li's edge is too sharp, and Qiu Ya's mind is too shallow. Although you didn't grow up by my side... looking at it now, you are steadier than both of them, more composed, and you know your place and when to act."
Seeing that Qiu Yihe didn't respond, his voice grew even softer.
"In the past, I didn't support you because I thought you were still young and needed some hardships to learn your lessons. But now it's different; the Qiu Family cannot have another person who can't see things clearly."
Although these words didn't explicitly express "disappointment" in Qiu Li.
The coldness in his tone let Qiu Yihe know that he probably didn't intend to focus his attention on Qiu Li for the time being.
This was true disappointment—not even bothering to scold her.
"Great-uncle, you mean..."
"An elder is coming over for tea tonight. You and Qiu Ya will join me in receiving them." He avoided a direct answer, his tone as casual as if discussing daily life. "This family is also very influential in Kyoto. Since you aren't usually here, you haven't had the chance to meet them. Not only is Elder Lin coming tonight, but his grandson and granddaughter will also be here. They are about your age, good people with clean backgrounds and steady ways. You should get to know them..."
Qiu Yihe understood instantly; he wanted her to get acquainted with people in Kyoto... She opened her mouth. "Great-uncle, there's no rush. I'm a police officer—"
"Precisely because you are a police officer, you need someone to support you from above." He interrupted her, his tone still calm but carrying an undeniable firmness. "I don't care what kind of police officer you are; do you think you can stand firm on passion alone? In some matters, just following the rules and not making mistakes isn't enough."