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

The moment Song Yuqi's hand left Jiang Che's cheek, his mumbled sleep-talking still lingered in the room.

She held her breath, too afraid to move in his arms.

Quiet.

Apart from the gentle breeze from the air conditioner, the only sound in the room was her heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to burst out of her chest.

Just when she thought she had escaped a disaster and was preparing to quietly pull her leg out...

"Smack."

The bedside lamp was turned on.

The dim, yellow light instantly filled the entire carpet.

"So you two aren't going to act anymore, are you?"

Dilraba's voice drifted over from the other side of the bed.

She leaned against the pillows, her gaze fixed on the two people entangled on the floor. "Do you think I'm dead?"

Song Yuqi's mind went blank, and she felt like she'd been pricked in the butt with a needle, causing her to bounce off Jiang Che.

"No! I didn't!"

In her panic, she stepped on the edge of the mopped rug, twisted her ankle, lost her balance, and fell straight towards the corner of the coffee table next to her.

"ah--"

A hand reached out from below, precisely grabbed her wrist, and pulled it back forcefully.

Song Yuqi spun around in mid-air and landed hard on the soft carpet.

Jiang Che let go of his hands and sat up from the floor.

He didn't even bother to straighten his collar; he just bent one leg, rested his arm on his knee, and lifted his eyelids to look at the woman on the bed.

"Are you up in the middle of the night, not sleeping? Are you a zombie?" he asked, his tone clearly showing signs of being woken up.

Dilraba looked at his nonchalant way of protecting Song Yuqi and sneered.

"Me, come back from the dead? If I didn't, would there be a child in this room tomorrow morning?"

Dilraba lifted the blanket, her two fair legs crossed, her chin slightly raised, and her sharp gaze fixed on Song Yuqi.

"Yuqi, it's not a good habit to sleep on someone else's bed in the middle of the night."

Song Yuqi sat on the ground, her face so hot it could fry an egg.

Caught red-handed in such a misleading pose, she felt an urge to jump through the floor-to-ceiling window into the sea at Yalong Bay.

But we won't lose face.

She grabbed the spare blanket from the floor, slapped it on Jiang Che's leg, and retorted defiantly.

"Which eye of yours saw me climb into bed? I just saw he wasn't covered by a blanket, so I kindly came down to bring him one!"

"Send a blanket?" Dilraba raised an eyebrow, her gaze sweeping over Song Yuqi's disheveled collar.

"You delivered a blanket to someone's arms? And they were even hugging each other tightly? Anyone who didn't know better would think you were delivering yourself."

"Mind your own business," Song Yuqi said, getting up from the ground and patting her trouser leg.

"I accidentally tripped and fell, and he just helped me up. How did that become such a dirty joke in your mouth?"

"Me, despicable?" Dilraba laughed angrily, pointing at Jiang Che, "Ask him if he helped you up just now?"

Song Yuqi's heart skipped a beat.

She secretly glanced at Jiang Che out of the corner of her eye.

The man sat on the ground, his pure white bathrobe half-open from the earlier pulling, revealing a large expanse of his firm chest.

He didn't look at Dilraba or Song Yuqi, but simply raised his hand and pressed his thumb against his brow, looking like he was having a headache from the noise.

"Alright."

He looked up, his gaze sweeping over the two women's faces. "Shut up, both of you. We're filming tomorrow. If you two have too much energy, go to the beach now and help Deng Chao set up his tent."

Dilraba gritted her teeth and stared at Jiang Che for a few seconds.

"Jiang Che, just protect her."

She coldly uttered those words, reached out and turned off the bedside lamp, lay back down in bed, and turned her back to him.

The room fell into darkness again.

Song Yuqi stood there, unsure whether to leave or stay.

"What are you still standing there for?" Jiang Che's voice rang out in the darkness, somewhat helpless and hoarse. "Do you want me to invite you up?"

Song Yuqi pouted, crossed her arms, and sheepishly climbed into the large round bed in the dark, lying down at the very edge.

She hugged the black windbreaker back to her arms and curled herself up like a silkworm cocoon.

After a while.

The only sound in the room was the faint sound of waves outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Song Yuqi stared at the dark ceiling with her eyes open, not sleepy at all.

That was so embarrassing!

He was caught red-handed by Dilraba and then subjected to a sarcastic remark.

Frustrated, she buried her face in her windbreaker and took a deep breath.

It all smelled of Jiang Che.

and many more.

Song Yuqi turned over in bed, and a series of images from just now suddenly flashed through her mind.

She came down to cover him with a blanket, but her legs went numb and she fell. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

The force, the speed, the way he rolled over and pinned her down—how did he resemble a sleeping person at all?

If someone is hit while they are asleep, their first reaction will definitely be to wake up or push the object away. How could someone find her wrist so accurately and hold her so tightly?

Moreover, when Dilraba turned on the light, the way he sat up showed no signs of being dazed from the bright light.

He was perfectly awake!

Song Yuqi's breathing suddenly became erratic.

Since she was awake, his question, "What are you up to, sneaking around in the middle of the night?" was just him teasing her!

He knew perfectly well that she had just fallen, but he deliberately held her in his arms and wouldn't let go.

This man acts better than anyone else!

In the darkness, Song Yuqi bit her lip, burying her face deep in her clothes, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up, no matter how hard she tried to suppress it.

Jiang Che, you liar.

On the floor.

Jiang Che lay flat, listening to the sounds of the person tossing and turning on the bed finally subside.

He closed his eyes, his mind filled with the feeling of the girl's warm fingers gently touching his cheek.

You've got some nerve, Song Xiaogou.

The next morning at 10:00 AM.

Because Lao Wu changed the notice at the last minute, the Wuha Regiment got a rare good night's sleep.

When Song Yuqi woke up, the seat next to her was already empty.

Dilraba's suitcase was still open, but she was nowhere to be seen.

She rubbed her messy hair, sat up, and immediately saw a steaming cup of soy milk and two steamed buns on the coffee table by the French windows.

Jiang Che sat on the sofa with a laptop on his lap and headphones on, typing away.

Today he wore a loose white T-shirt, and his hair was unkempt, giving off a relaxed, homey vibe.

Hearing the noise, he took off one earphone and turned his head to look over.

"Go wash up and eat breakfast after you wake up."

Song Yuqi hugged the blanket, looking at the breakfast on the table. "Did you buy this?"

"Otherwise what? Are you expecting Old Wu to have a change of heart?"

Jiang Che looked away and continued staring at the screen. "Eat quickly, then go downstairs to assemble. We're changing locations for filming today."

Song Yuqi said "oh," climbed out of bed, and shuffled towards the bathroom in her slippers.

Halfway there, she stopped and looked back at Jiang Che.

The man stared at the computer screen, his profile sharp and clean, sunlight streaming in from the window casting a soft halo around his nose.

"Last night..." Song Yuqi cleared her throat and tentatively asked, "Did you not sleep at all?"

Jiang Che paused for a moment while typing.

He turned his head and looked at the girl's expectant face.

"What do you want to ask?"

"I just think you react too quickly."

Song Yuqi leaned against the bathroom door frame, her toes drawing circles on the floor. "She doesn't look like she's asleep at all."

Jiang Che looked at her without saying anything.

The room was silent for a few seconds.

Just when Song Yuqi thought he was going to play dumb, Jiang Che suddenly closed his laptop and casually tossed it onto the sofa.

He stood up and strode over to her.

The man's tall figure blocked the light, completely enveloping her in shadow.

He looked down at her, a half-smile on his face.

"Song Yuqi".

He called her name, his voice deep and pleasant.

"Do you think that if I wasn't asleep, you won't have to take responsibility for what you did last night?"

Song Yuqi was taken aback. "What did I do?"

"Taking advantage of someone's unpreparedness to lay a hand on them."

Jiang Che took a step forward, pinning her against the doorframe. "You touched my face, and you think you can just let it go like that?"

Song Yuqi's cheeks instantly flushed red. She stared wide-eyed at Jiang Che, even stammering, "You...you...you were really awake!"

"If I were dead asleep, would you have already molested me?"

Jiang Che casually tossed out a sentence, turned around and walked back to the sofa, picked up his notebook again, and said, "Hurry up and wash up, then go downstairs. Don't keep them waiting."

Song Yuqi hid in the bathroom, looked at her flushed face in the mirror, and patted her cheeks.

This man has a terribly sharp tongue, but somehow he's so lovable.

Half an hour later, in the hotel lobby.

Old Wu held up a megaphone, looking at the yawning Wuha group.

Deng Chao had huge dark circles under his eyes, was holding a half-eaten loaf of bread, and looked like a wilted eggplant.

"Old Wu, you're a complete scoundrel."

Chen He leaned against his suitcase, pointing at Lao Wu and complaining, "That lousy tent on the beach was drafty enough, but crabs even crawled into my shoes! I got up three times that night!"

Lu Han was laughing so hard he couldn't stand up straight. "Brother Chao was even worse off. He turned over in the middle of the night and broke the tent pole, almost burying himself in it."

Deng Chao gave the three people who had just come out of the elevator a resentful look.

Jiang Che walked at the front, feeling refreshed.

Song Yuqi followed behind, drinking soy milk with her head down, a smile occasionally appearing on her face.

Dilraba walked at the back, wearing large sunglasses.

"Why do they get to sleep in the king-size bed while we have to feed the mosquitoes!" Deng Chao said indignantly, taking a bite of his bread.

Dilraba sneered, "A king-size bed is great, king-size beds are lively."

She glanced at Song Yuqi.

"Even in the middle of the night, some people are still tossing and turning on the floor and bed, exercising their bodies."