You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

"I've never played it before, so let's try it out together."

Jiang Che said nonchalantly, then suddenly looked down at her as if remembering something, "But you, I remember you've been saying these past few days that you'd sleep until noon on the weekend? Do you really think you can make it to 2 PM?"

Su Qinghe gently pinched his arm: "I was just kidding. You've known me for a while now. I'm not that much of a sleeper."

"Are you sure? Then who was it that slept until 11 or 12 every night during summer vacation?"

"That's because you do that every night—"

Su Qinghe's ears turned red at a visible speed halfway through her sentence.

She swallowed the rest of her words and instead pinched Jiang Che's arm again.

Jiang Che's mouth twitched from the pain, but he couldn't help laughing so hard his shoulders were shaking.

……

After returning home, Su Qinghe took a shower first.

Jiang Che sat in the living room and checked the murder mystery game venue he was going to visit tomorrow on his phone.

The Mist Theater is located on the commercial street outside the south gate of Kyoto University. It is a newly opened store during the summer vacation.

The online reviews are indeed quite good, especially the Republican-era spy drama that Lu Ziang mentioned; many people say it has a very strong immersive experience.

He was looking at the reviews when a message suddenly popped up on his phone.

Xu Wenbin: "Old Jiang, I just went through the reviews section of that store and found a problem."

Jiang Che: "What's the problem?"

Xu Wenbin: "There's a short romance scene in that spy drama script. Apparently, it's randomly assigned to one of the characters. If it had been you..."

Jiang Che: "?"

Xu Wenbin: "What I mean is, if Qinghe sees you acting out a romantic scene with someone else, are you sure you can walk out of that store alive?"

Jiang Che: "..."

Xu Wenbin: "Look, I'm just giving an objective analysis. We've all seen how possessive Qinghe is. Last time, Ye Qingru just sat down and said a few words to you and she exploded. If this were a whole romantic scene..."

Xu Wenbin: "Brother, I suggest you write your will now."

Jiang Che: "Aren't you too idle?"

Xu Wenbin: "I'm eating instant noodles in my dorm right now. I'm really quite bored."

Jiang Che simply locked the screen, too lazy to pay him any more attention.

But on second thought, Xu Wenbin's words weren't entirely without merit.

He had experienced Su Qinghe's jealousy firsthand, and although he always saw it as a plus, if tomorrow's script really included romantic scenes that were randomly assigned...

He silently considered possible solutions in his mind, but after thinking for a long time, he realized that there was no foolproof plan.

I can only pray that I'll be lucky tomorrow and that he won't be the one getting romantic involvement.

The bathroom door opened, and Su Qinghe walked out wearing his white shirt, her long, wet hair cascading down her back, with water droplets still clinging to her collarbone.

Jiang Che's gaze lingered on her for a moment before he turned off his phone screen.

"Finished washing?"

"Hmm." Su Qinghe walked over and sat down next to Jiang Che. The scent of her shower gel was sweet and familiar. "What are you looking at?"

"I'm checking the reviews of the murder mystery game studio we're going to. A lot of people online say it's pretty good."

"But I clearly saw you typing with both hands. Were you just chatting with Xu Wenbin?"

Su Qinghe leaned over to look at his phone screen and saw that Xu Wenbin had sent another message.

Xu Wenbin: "Old Jiang, I just went to study the synopsis of that script again, and I found that the character setting for the romance scene is quite intriguing. It's about a female Kuomintang agent and an undercover Communist Party member... If you actually act in that scene, will Sister-in-law Qinghe tear the shop down on the spot?"

After reading the message, Su Qinghe turned to look at Jiang Che.

Jiang Che calmly turned off his phone screen and placed it on the coffee table: "Xu Wenbin is talking nonsense, ignore him."

"A romance?" Su Qinghe's voice carried a hint of intriguing amusement. "A female Kuomintang agent and an undercover Communist Party member?"

"...I haven't read the script yet, so I have no idea which role I'll be assigned."

"Yes, I know." Su Qinghe nodded, her tone nonchalant. "I was just a little curious."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and used her thumb and forefinger to make a tiny distance of less than one centimeter in front of Jiang Che.

Jiang Che felt his will to survive kick in at superluminal speed at that moment.

"No matter which role I'm assigned, I can apply to skip the romance scenes. Lu Ziang said that the store has a high degree of freedom, and players can decide how to act themselves."

Su Qinghe tilted her head and looked at Jiang Che for a few seconds, then smiled.

"Just kidding," she said, pulling her fingers back and snuggling closer to Jiang Che. "It's just a game, I'm not that petty."

Jiang Che silently breathed a sigh of relief.

"However," Su Qinghe's voice came out in a muffled tone from his chest, "if there are any scenes that require you to be very close, you should ask to skip them."

"it is good."

"Even holding hands is not allowed."

"it is good."

"Eye contact for more than three seconds is not allowed."

"……good."

Su Qinghe buried her face in his chest and rubbed against him contentedly.

After a moment, she looked up at Jiang Che and smiled, then suddenly leaned close to his ear and added, "By the way, that female Kuomintang agent Xu Wenbin mentioned sounds like a good fit for me. How about we see if I can play that role tomorrow?"

Jiang Che: "..."

He suddenly had a bad feeling.

……

Saturday morning.

Jiang Che's biological clock woke him up precisely at eight o'clock.

Su Qinghe was still fast asleep in his arms, her face pressed against his arm, her breathing even and long.

Jiang Che looked down at her and noticed that her lips would pout slightly when she was asleep, as if she was arguing with someone in her dream.

He couldn't resist and gently brushed Su Qinghe's nose.

Su Qinghe wrinkled her nose, mumbled something indistinctly, and buried her face deeper into his arm.

Jiang Che smiled, gently pulled his arm out from under her head, let her put her head back on the pillow, and then tiptoed out of bed.

When Su Qinghe returned after washing up, she changed her position, hugged Jiang Che's pillow to her chest, buried her face in the pillow, and continued to sleep.

Jiang Che leaned against the bedroom door frame and stared for a while before turning around and going to the kitchen to heat up some milk.

Last night, after returning to the bedroom from the living room, Su Qinghe forced him to have sex twice, using the excuse that "we're going out to play tomorrow and I'm in a good mood."

It wasn't that he couldn't handle it, but Su Qinghe would always be exhausted afterward and would cling to him, unwilling to move, leaving him to take care of a lot of cleanup work.

For example, covering her with a blanket, tidying up her hair that was scattered on her face, carrying her to the bathroom to rinse her off again, and then pulling her back.

After completing this process, Su Qinghe had already fallen asleep comfortably, while Jiang Che needed a while to recover before he could fall asleep.

To be honest, he quite enjoyed the feeling of being needed.