A washed-up celebrity on a dating reality show starts by forcibly kissing a young lady from the Beij

Ten minutes later, the fried skewers were served.

The vendor also provided two small dishes, one for chili powder and one for cumin powder, placed next to the paper plate.

The night market was bustling with noise, and the iron woks of the fried rice vendors next door were banging loudly, filling the air with the smells of oil and spices.

Chen Feng and Jiang Jingyan sat on two small red plastic stools. The table was so small that their knees almost touched.

Chen Feng reached into the paper plate and pulled out a bamboo skewer with four slightly charred rice cakes on it.

He took the skewer and dipped it into the chili powder dish on the left, the red powder sticking to the surface of the rice cake.

He took a bite of the top piece and chewed it a couple of times. The outer layer was crispy, while the inside was soft and chewy.

He handed the remaining three pieces of rice cake to Jiang Jingyan.

Jiang Jingyan leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between herself and Chen Feng.

She picked up a rice cake and took a bite.

"So crispy." She swallowed and looked into Chen Feng's eyes.

Chen Feng looked at the two remaining pieces of rice cake on the stick, which still had a little bit of moisture on them.

He threw the empty skewer into the trash can next to the table and picked up a skewer of chicken wings.

He rolled the chicken skin in the cumin powder, coating it with spices. This time, instead of eating it himself, he reached across the small table and brought it to her lips.

Jiang Jingyan lowered her eyes, her gaze falling on the chicken wings, then looked up at him.

She opened her mouth, bit the thickest part of the chicken wing, and tore off a piece of meat.

She ate very slowly, and after swallowing, she stuck out her tongue and gently licked the cumin powder on the corner of her lips.

Chen Feng's gaze lingered on the corner of her lips for a second before immediately looking away.

He placed the remaining chicken wings on the edge of the paper plate and picked up a skewer of pork belly.

He took a bite, and the juices from the marbled meat spread in his mouth.

He chewed twice and swallowed, then placed the remaining half skewer of pork belly on the edge of the paper plate and removed his hand from the bamboo skewer.

He pulled out a tissue and wiped the oil stains off his fingers.

Jiang Jingyan noticed the half-skewer of pork belly that he had put down.

She reached out, pinched the end of the bamboo skewer, and picked it up.

Instead of eating, she lifted it up, across the table, and brought it directly to Chen Feng's mouth.

Chen Feng stopped wiping his hands.

He raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Jingyan.

Jiang Jingyan's eyes were calm, and he showed no intention of withdrawing his hand.

The aroma of pork belly lingered around Chen Feng's nose.

The two looked at each other across a low table.

The surrounding noise seemed to recede at that moment.

Chen Feng leaned forward slightly, opened his mouth, and bit directly into the half-skewer of pork belly.

The moment his lips bit into the meat, they inevitably touched Jiang Jingyan's fingertips, which were holding the bamboo skewer.

The warm touch was fleeting.

Jiang Jingyan's fingers paused slightly, and she smoothly withdrew the bamboo skewer.

She also took out a tissue and wiped her hands.

After finishing their fried skewers, the two stood up and walked along the passageway of the night market.

As more and more people arrived, the aisle became crowded.

Both sides were lined with various snack stalls, general merchandise stalls, and ring toss game stalls.

A person on an electric bike honked their horn and squeezed past from behind, their tires scraping against puddles and splashing up a cloud of mud.

Chen Feng naturally reached out and put his arm around Jiang Jingyan's shoulder, pulling her slightly into his embrace.

Jiang Jingyan leaned against him to avoid the electric scooter.

After the electric car drove past, Chen Feng did not immediately let go of his hand.

His hand lightly rested on her shoulder, protecting her as she walked forward.

Their arms brushed against each other from time to time as they walked.

After walking for a while, a row of clothing stalls appeared by the roadside.

Various short-sleeved shirts, shorts, beach dresses, sun-protective clothing, and straw hats were hanging on the iron rack.

The colors were so numerous they were almost dazzling; fluorescent green, mango yellow, and coral pink swayed gently in the wind.

The stall owner was a middle-aged woman, sitting on a small stool looking down at her phone.

Chen Feng slowed down, glanced at the clothes on the stall, and turned to Jiang Jingyan, saying, "Want to buy one? The kind you wear at the beach, it'll keep you cool."

Jiang Jingyan followed his gaze, her eyes sweeping over the colorful skirts before finally settling on a loose white short-sleeved shirt.

She walked over and took the shirt off the hanger.

The fabric is very thin, soft to the touch, and has a slightly translucent texture.

The neckline is wide, and the cuffs are also somewhat loose.

She unfolded her clothes and held them up in front of her.

If she wore it, it would definitely be much too big; the shoulder line would slide right down to her arms.

Jiang Jingyan didn't hesitate and put the shirt over her tight-fitting short T-shirt.

The shirt is indeed very loose.

Just as she expected, the left shoulder line fell smoothly down, revealing a straight collarbone and a small patch of fair shoulder.

The neckline was a size too big, and it opened slightly with her movements, the hem covering her waistband.

She turned around to face Chen Feng, tilting her head slightly as she looked at him.

"Is it pretty?"

Chen Feng's gaze fell on her slipped neckline, paused for a moment, and then slowly moved upwards to meet her eyes.

"It looks good, it has a kind of lazy feel to it."

Jiang Jingyan smiled, but instead of pulling up her slipping collar, she took a step forward, closing the distance between them.

"Just feeling lazy?" She tilted her head slightly and looked at him.

Chen Feng did not back down.

He looked down at her face, which was so close to his, and said, "It's still very dangerous."

Jiang Jingyan raised an eyebrow: "Dangerous?"

"It's easy to get distracted," Chen Feng answered frankly, his gaze sweeping over her collarbone again without any hesitation.

Jiang Jingyan smiled, turned around and asked the stall owner, "Boss, how much is this?"

"Thirty-five." The stall owner said without looking up.

Jiang Jingyan paid by scanning the QR code, without taking off the shirt, and remained wearing it.

She turned around and looked at Chen Feng.

"You should buy one too," Jiang Jingyan said. "Since we're going to the beach, we can't dress so formally."

"I won't choose, you pick for me." Chen Feng stood still.

Jiang Jingyan started rummaging through the clothes rack.

Finally, I picked out a short-sleeved shirt with a black background and white flowers.

The design is elegant and has a touch of retro Hawaiian style.

"This one." She took it down, walked over to Chen Feng, and said, "Try it on."

Chen Feng glanced at the floral shirt.

Instead of taking it, he raised his hands, crossed them, grabbed the hem of his dark gray T-shirt, pulled it up, and took it off.

The incandescent lights of the night market shone on him.

The abdominal muscles were clearly defined, rising and falling slightly with each breath.

Firm chest muscles and broad shoulders.

The two girls buying grilled squid next to them stopped what they were doing, turned around and stared at them.

"Wow, did you see that?"

"I saw it! I saw it! Twelve-pack abs!"

"I never expected to find such perks at the night market! Hehehe!"

"Quick, take a few pictures!"

"What if people see this and criticize us?"

"Then take the picture secretly."

Chen Feng was secretly delighted.

Sure enough, no girl can resist those twelve-pack abs!

He draped the T-shirt over the plastic stool next to him, took the floral shirt from Jiang Jingyan, and put it on his arms.

The shirt was unbuttoned, the front open, and the fabric clung to the waist when the night wind blew.

He lowered his head, gripped the hem of his shirt with both hands, and prepared to find the bottom buttonhole.

"I'll do it." Jiang Jingyan took a step forward and stood in front of him.

Chen Feng's hands stopped, hanging down at his sides.