Huayu 1999: Starting with nothing but getting something for nothing

Yang Che sighed inwardly, thinking that he had really struck gold. She was 175 cm tall, had a slim waist, long legs, and all the features one would expect.

The actual control experience and visual experience are both top-notch.

If her face is a 7 out of 10, then her current dreamy yet extremely obedient demeanor gives her an overall score of 9.5. The 0.5 deduction is because she's been suppressing her emotions, which is unavoidable, given how well the room is soundproofed.

After an unknown amount of time, the room gradually quieted down.

Yang Che gently patted her: "I'm going back."

"Um."

Zhang Qin responded, silently pulled up the blanket, and turned her back to him.

What a beauty! Yang Che was tempted again and was about to get up from the bed when he thought: Why should I have to wrong myself?

Sure enough, he leaned forward again.

"Aren't you going to leave?"

I want to hold you while I sleep...

For a moment, Zhang Qin's thoughts were like those of a young girl, both sweet and sour. She was about to turn around and whisper sweet nothings to him when the large hand on her waist exerted force, and she couldn't turn around.

"Huh? Huh~ You...you're an animal."

All of Zhang Qin's emotions vanished instantly, leaving only gritted teeth.

Yang Che hugged her and coaxed her gently, "You have no idea how alluring you are."

Zhang Qin snorted and ignored him, only clutching the blanket tightly as if she wanted to strangle him.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Qin mumbled, "No..."

Yang Che said in a deep voice, "You should take some medicine tomorrow."

Zhang Qin didn't respond. She was dizzy, tired, and sleepy, and just stood there stiffly. Yang Che was so scared that he quickly put his fingers on her philtrum. Still not reassured, he listened to her chest and then breathed a sigh of relief.

He slipped on the baggy shorts he'd thrown on the floor and dragged his somewhat heavy steps back to his room.

I glanced at my phone; it was already 1 a.m. I didn't even want to wash up. I threw off the covers and lay down on the bed, snoring away in less than a minute, sleeping like a log.

the next day.

Standing outside Yang Che's door, Qin Lan knocked on the door again, her face full of confusion and anxiety.

"It's already 8:30."

Just as she was about to turn and leave, she saw Yang Che, still somewhat sleepy-eyed, open the door and say irritably, "What are you knocking for?"

Qin Lan pouted and said confidently, "You're the one who told me to call you to the set at 8 o'clock. It's already 8:30. Brother Zhou has been waiting downstairs for ages. I thought you went out for a run, so I went down to ask the receptionist if they had seen you."

Yang Che was speechless for a moment. He waved his hand and was about to close the door, but she stopped him with her hand.

"What are you doing? You're a young lady, I'm not dressed yet."

Qin Lan glanced down and said, "Aren't you wearing shorts? I'll fold your blankets and tidy up your clothes."

Yang Che then remembered that his underwear and short-sleeved shirt were still in Zhang Qin's room. He reached out and pressed his hand against her forehead: "Go back to your room, I need to poop."

Qin Lan looked disgusted and then thought he wasn't handsome at all.

I'm still a little angry. Brother Che is an idol, a male god. How could he poop?

Suddenly, Qin Lan slapped herself on the forehead, feeling ashamed and annoyed by her own wild thoughts, and then went to knock on Zhang Qin's door again.

Yes, she had already knocked on Zhang Qin's door once and made a phone call, but there was no response.

The reason she acted this way wasn't because she had a particularly good relationship with Zhang Qin. Just like the reason she anxiously knocked on Yang Che's door earlier, it was because she had some bad thoughts in her mind that were driving her crazy. However, she felt relieved the moment she saw Yang Che open the door.

"wrong."

Qin Lan's heart jumped again. She turned her head and seemed to see a figure come out of Yang Che's room and run up the stairs, but then she seemed not to see him at all.

Qin Lan paused for a moment, then turned and ran towards the stairs. She stopped and looked around, then listened quietly, but there was no sound.

Then, without knowing what she was thinking, she walked to Zhang Qin's door, knocked three times blankly, and then she heard Zhang Qin's voice: "Coming!"

For a moment, Qin Lan let out a long sigh of relief. Then she felt ridiculous and pathetic. She made a face and laughed, but quickly adjusted her expression when she heard the door open.

Half a minute later, Zhang Qin opened the door and yawned: "Sorry, Third Sister, I'm not used to sleeping in this kind of bed. I almost couldn't fall asleep last night."

Qin Lan momentarily forgot what she was going to say, and instead said smugly, "Look, you laughed at me yesterday when I said I was bringing my own pillowcase and sheets on a business trip. But your face doesn't look like someone who's having trouble sleeping in unfamiliar beds; it's all pink and tender."

"Where? It's pink and tender..."

Zhang Qin didn't continue speaking; she thought of what he had said yesterday... and felt quite ashamed and annoyed.

While she was still in a daze, Qin Lan naturally walked past her and entered the room.

Zhang Qin quickly followed, glancing instinctively at the pillow on the bed, then her pupils contracted—the underwear wasn't fully tucked in...

Then, naturally, there was a series of cover-ups and guerrilla tactics. Finally, Zhang Qin used the same excuse, "I can't use the restroom while you're here," to ask Qin Lan to leave the room. Only then did she hurriedly stuff the two pieces of clothing that beast had left behind yesterday into her suitcase.

Fortunately, Qin Lan didn't see the pile of crumpled toilet paper on the other side of the bed... She couldn't very well explain that she had rhinitis.

As Zhang Qin was thinking, she suddenly slapped her face lightly, her expression turning embarrassed and annoyed.

When the three met again at 9 o'clock, Qin Lan noticed that Che Ge and Zhang Qin had become more polite.

There was no "good morning" or any greeting, just a very businesslike "hello!"

Everyone was quite casual in their conversation at Lukou Airport yesterday, and after getting on the car, Zhang Qin also hunched over and sat in the back with me, which was strange.

Qin Lan curiously whispered in her ear, "What happened?"

Zhang Qin felt a jolt of fear, but outwardly feigned curiosity: "What? What's going on?"

Qin Lan then whispered in his ear, "I feel like you're treating Che-ge differently."

Zhang Qin's lips twitched, and she looked puzzled: "What's different?"

"That's right, that's right, they were so polite, like we just met."

Zhang Qin glanced at Yang Che in the middle seat and whispered in his ear, "That's called respect. He's an investor, a boss, and a cultured person. Do you see how Cheng Hong treats him differently?"

Qin Lan blinked. Okay, she accepted that explanation, and at that moment she felt she hadn't been respectful enough to Che Ge. She knew Che Ge was awesome, but seeing other people's attitudes still surprised her; it was a hard feeling to describe.

This is actually how the halo effect dissipates at close range; once you become familiar with it, the awe disappears.

After the five-star emperor took a photo with Hirohito, the image of the emperor in the hearts of the people collapsed.