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

Song Yuqi stared at the screen and saw the message "Have you come down yet?" Her fingers tapped and deleted on the keyboard repeatedly.

Finally, she typed two words: "Immediately".

She stuffed her phone into her bag, grabbed her room key, and ran out.

In the half minute it took to get into the elevator, Song Yuqi looked at herself in the mirror.

The light blue floral skirt just reached below the knee, and the beige cardigan was open, revealing a hint of her straight collarbone.

She rarely wears this style.

Too soft, too much like going on a date.

With a ding, the elevator doors opened.

As Song Yuqi stepped out of the hotel lobby, a salty sea breeze blew by, causing her knitwear to flutter backward.

Jiang Che stood there next to the wooden boardwalk at the entrance to the beach.

He changed into a black casual shirt, but didn't button it all the way up; the top two buttons were undone.

Holding an unopened can of soda, he tilted his head and looked at the coconut trees in the distance.

Hearing footsteps, Jiang Che turned around.

Their gaze fell on Song Yuqi.

From her face, which had been specially touched up with lipstick, down her collarbone, and finally stopping at the hem of her light blue skirt.

Song Yuqi froze on the spot.

Jiang Che looked at her for two seconds.

Just two seconds.

Then he shifted his gaze to the dark sea, and with a flick of his thumb, pulled open the tab of the soda bottle with a "click".

"Let's go."

Song Yuqi quickly followed, walking half a step beside him.

Wu Zheng really wasn't lying this time.

The so-called VIP viewing spots are located right in the center of the private beach.

A huge double lounge chair, covered with soft cushions, with an ice bucket, champagne, and a plate of exquisite desserts on a small round table next to it.

Jiang Che walked over, leaned against the right side of the recliner, and casually crossed his two long legs.

Song Yuqi walked to the left, sat down properly, and placed her hands on her knees.

The sound of waves crashing against the beach echoed incessantly.

Neither of them spoke.

Song Yuqi's phone suddenly started vibrating wildly, as if it had a tiny motor inside.

She took it out and looked at it.

The group chat was flooded with messages.

Chen He: [Brother Chao, aim your binoculars properly, where did Lao Jiang put his hand?]

Deng Chao: [Put it on your lap! This kid's like a monk! The champagne's right there, but he won't pour it!]

Lu Han: [Keep your voices down, you two. I can hear you rummaging through the leaves in the grass even though I'm sitting here.]

Song Yuqi's face immediately flushed.

Are these people sick?

Jiang Che turned his head and glanced at her phone screen.

Tell them the telescope lenses are reflecting light.

Song Yuqi was taken aback and followed Jiang Che's gaze to the left and behind her.

In the pitch-black coconut grove, there were indeed two round, glass-like reflective spots that flickered as the leaves swayed.

She felt like finding a sandpit and burying herself in it.

On the public beach, fifty meters away from the VIP area.

Dilraba sat cross-legged on the sand, holding a can of Budweiser in her hand.

She wasn't wearing sunglasses, and the sea breeze made her long hair a mess.

Lu Han sat half a meter away from her, holding a box of grilled cold noodles in her hand.

"This grilled cold noodles are too hard."

Dilraba took a bite, then disgustedly threw it back into the box.

"As long as the food at tourist attractions is edible, it's fine, sis," Lu Han muttered softly.

Dilraba took a sip of beer, her gaze sweeping across the beach to the two-seater lounge chair in the distance.

The light was dim over there, and you could only vaguely make out the outlines of two people.

Dilraba stared at it for a long time, then suddenly laughed.

"We still lost."

Lu Han was so frightened that she didn't dare to chew the grilled cold noodles, holding them in her mouth unsure whether to swallow or spit them out.

"but."

Dilraba poked the empty beer can into the sand. "Losing to Song Yuqi is better than losing to those messy women in the industry."

She stood up and patted the sand off her bottom.

"Let's go back and put on a face mask, the wind is making our faces dry."

Lu Han felt like she had been granted a pardon and quickly followed with her grilled cold noodles.

.........................................

VIP area.

The sea breeze is getting stronger.

Song Yuqi sneezed slightly.

The person next to them moved.

Jiang Che sat up straight, reached out and grabbed the collar of her shaky beige knitwear, and pulled it forcefully in the middle.

The clothes on both sides completely covered her collarbones.

"Wrap yourself up properly." Jiang Che let go of her hand.

"I'm not cold," Song Yuqi stubbornly insisted.

"Why are you sneezing if you're not cold?"

Jiang Che picked up the champagne bottle on the table, uncorked it, and poured some into two glasses. "Have some wine to warm up."

Song Yuqi took the cup and took a sip.

boom--

A muffled sound suddenly came from the sky.

The first firework burst open in the sky above the sea, its golden tassels trailing long tails as they fell, illuminating the entire beach as bright as day.

Song Yuqi looked up at the sky, her eyes reflecting the light of the fireworks.

Jiang Che didn't look at the sky.

He sat right next to her, holding a champagne glass, looking at Song Yuqi's profile.

Bang bang bang.

Three fireworks rose into the sky in succession, their red and purple lights intertwining.

After watching for a while, Song Yuqi couldn't ignore the blatant gaze from the side.

She turned her head.

Why are you looking at me? The fireworks are in the sky.

"I've seen too much."

Jiang Che leaned back in his chair. "This is boring."

Song Yuqi gripped the glass in her hand tightly.

She didn't come down today to see the fireworks.

Some words were stuck in her heart, like cat claws scratching at her, and they lingered there for a whole day.

Jiang Che.

"Um."

"Last night, we played Truth or Dare."

Song Yuqi stared at the bubbling champagne in her glass, "You pulled me up from the chair and said to the camera, 'I've made my choice.'"

She paused for a moment, her breathing becoming a little rapid.

"What exactly does it mean?"

I asked the question.

Song Yuqi felt her heart pounding so hard it was about to jump out of her throat.

Jiang Che didn't say anything.

He reached out and picked up a pink macaron from the table, then popped it into his mouth.

After chewing a couple of times, his brows immediately furrowed.

"It is too sweet."

"I'm asking you a question!" Song Yuqi said anxiously.

Jiang Che took a tissue and wiped his fingers, then turned his head and looked directly into her eyes.

"You changed into this outfit today just to ask this question, didn't you?"

Song Yuqi's mind went blank.

"Who dressed like this just to ask this! Do I have no other clothes to wear!" she said angrily, raising her voice.

Jiang Che didn't argue with her.

He threw the tissue in his hand into the trash can, and suddenly leaned forward.

The recliner wasn't very big to begin with, and when he leaned in, the distance between them instantly shrank to less than ten centimeters.

Song Yuqi could even smell the minty scent mixed with the sea breeze on him.

"Song Yuqi".

Jiang Che's voice was very low, drowned out by the distant sounds of fireworks, yet every word clearly reached her ears.

"I thought I had made it very obvious."

"What's so obvious?" Song Yuqi stubbornly refused to admit it, and hid behind her.

Jiang Che reached out and grabbed the edge of the recliner, blocking her way back.

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