I'm in Wuha, and the whole internet is shipping me and Song Yuqi as a couple.

Dilraba looked at the two women in front of her, who were on the verge of exchanging blows, and suddenly chuckled.

She stretched out her right hand and opened it in front of the two of them.

"Since we live together, the order in which we shower should be fair."

She raised her eyebrows and looked directly at Song Yuqi.

"Let's play rock-paper-scissors, best of three, whoever wins goes first."

Song Yuqi was stunned.

In her twenty-odd years of life, this was the first time she had ever seen someone describe the act of fighting for a bathroom in such a refreshing and unconventional way, with a touch of competitive spirit.

Is this woman a primary school student?

"What, you don't dare?" Dilraba raised an eyebrow, her provocation a masterclass.

"Who wouldn't dare!" Song Yuqi instantly got carried away, rolling up her sleeves. "Guess if you want, who's afraid of who!"

Jiang Che leaned against the wall, his temples throbbing.

He felt he wasn't there to film a variety show, but rather to be a life skills teacher at a kindergarten.

Or bring two troublemakers who might fight over the slide.

"Rock, paper, scissors!"

"Rock, paper, scissors!"

The first game ended in a draw.

The second game ended in a draw.

The two made the exact same gestures, and even their expressions seemed to be cut from the same mold, gritting their teeth and determined to be irreconcilable enemies.

"You copied me!" Song Yuqi said angrily.

"You're the one who copied me!" Dilraba retorted.

Jiang Che pressed his temples, feeling that if he continued watching, he might suffer from high blood pressure tonight.

"The last round," he said calmly, like an emotionless referee.

The two took a breath and attacked simultaneously.

Song Yuqi provided the scissors, and Dilraba provided the cloth.

Won!

Song Yuqi almost jumped up on the spot. She gave Dilraba a "V" sign, her chin held high, like a peacock that had won a fight.

"Thank you for your kind offer, Sister Dilraba."

She hummed an off-key song, walked past Dilraba with an air of superiority, grabbed her pajamas, and slammed the bathroom door shut.

Dilraba's smile completely vanished.

She stared at the tightly closed frosted glass door, her eyes so cold they could drop ice crystals.

The room fell silent instantly, with only the faint sound of water coming from the bathroom.

Dilraba turned around and looked at the man who seemed like an outsider from beginning to end.

Jiang Che remained in that position, leaning back on the sofa with his long legs crossed and holding his phone.

The light from the screen shone on his face, obscuring his expression.

"Senior brother."

Dilraba walked to the sofa, her voice no longer sharp and confrontational, but tinged with grievance.

"We've known each other for ten years, and this is how you treat me?"

Jiang Che paused in his swiping of his phone screen without looking up.

"What have I done to you?"

"You know perfectly well that I..."

Dilraba stopped mid-sentence, then swallowed her words, "You didn't give me any face at all because of her. Whether it was answering questions first or separating rooms, it was all the same."

Jiang Che finally put down his phone and looked up.

His gaze was calm and undisturbed, yet it seemed to see right through people's hearts.

"Dilraba, this is a variety show, not a film crew."

The implication was that they shouldn't bring their past friendships here.

"So what?" Dilraba pressed closer, relentlessly, "So ten years of friendship is less valuable than a few episodes she recorded with you?"

Jiang Che frowned.

"What are you trying to say?"

"I want to ask you, have you fallen for her?" Dilraba finally asked the question.

Jiang Che fell silent.

He neither admitted nor denied it.

This silence is more hurtful than any affirmative answer.

Dilraba gave a self-deprecating laugh, her eyes slightly red.

"Okay, I understand."

She took two steps back, creating distance, and transformed back into the powerful and charismatic top female star.

"Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for you again."

She turned and walked to the bedside, throwing her silk pajamas onto the pillow.

The bathroom door clicked open.

Song Yuqi, wearing a cotton pajama set with a bear pattern, walked out while drying her wet hair.

She could tell at a glance that something was off in the room.

Dilraba stood by the bed with her back to her, her shoulders tense.

Jiang Che sat on the sofa, his expression even colder than usual.

Song Yuqi's heart sank. She felt that something had happened outside that she didn't know about during the ten or so minutes she was taking a shower.

"I'm done washing, it's your turn," she said curtly.

Dilraba didn't say anything, picked up her pajamas and went straight into the bathroom.

Only two people remained in the room.

Song Yuqi, holding a towel, lingered and slowly made her way to the sofa.

"Hey," she asked softly, "did you and her... have a fight?"

Jiang Che glanced at her: "What's it to you? Dry your hair and go to bed early."

Song Yuqi was taken aback by his words, which made her even more certain.

They must have had a fight.

Although she didn't know why they were arguing, she felt a little bit... secretly pleased.

She climbed onto the huge circular waterbed, chose a spot on the outer side to lie down, and hugged Jiang Che's black windbreaker to her chest, as if it were a personal talisman.

Not long after, Dilraba finished washing up.

Wearing that black silk nightgown, she walked silently to the other side of the bed, lifted the covers, and lay down.

On the huge bed, the two women each occupied one side, separated by a dividing line, neither touching the other.

The room was so quiet that they could hear each other breathing.

Song Yuqi hugged her coat, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

She secretly opened one eye, wanting to see what Jiang Che was doing.

The man on the sofa seemed to be asleep, not moving at all.

I wonder if that broken sofa is comfortable to sleep on.

Just as Song Yuqi was lost in thought, a rustling sound suddenly came from the sofa.

Jiang Che sat up.

Song Yuqi quickly closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, but her ears were perked up.

The footsteps approached and stopped beside the bed.

Song Yuqi's heart skipped a beat.

What is he going to do?

Did he have a change of heart and think the sofa was too hard, so he wanted to come up and squeeze in with them?

Where does he sleep? In the middle?

Song Yuqi's mind was in complete chaos; she even forgot to breathe.

"This sofa is unusable."

Jiang Che's cool, slightly impatient voice rang out in the quiet room.

Can't sleep?

Song Yuqi's heart leaped into her throat, and she tightened her grip on her clothes slightly.

The next second, she heard Jiang Che open the wardrobe door and take out a spare quilt.

Then, the footsteps moved toward... the carpet.

He spread the blanket on the floor and lay down.

Song Yuqi: "..."

Dilraba: "..."

The two women lying on the bed opened their eyes at the same time in the darkness and fell silent without prior agreement.

This man would rather sleep on the floor than have anything to do with the two of them.

You're really something, Jiang Che.