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

"Only one bed?"

Song Yuqi's eyes widened in surprise.

All the fatigue from climbing the stairs just now has vanished.

Wu Zheng, holding a megaphone, said with a mischievous grin, "This is what the sponsors provided: a couples theme, so the atmosphere has to be maximized."

Song Yuqi laughed in exasperation, pointing directly at the camera, "I'm a girl! You want him to sleep in the same bed as me? If the live stream is still on tonight, our names will be trending on social media until next year!"

Chen He leaned against the wall and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Director, I think this arrangement is perfectly reasonable! Our Five Ha's main theme is realism!"

Lu Han, always eager for chaos, clapped her hands and exclaimed, "Hey, you know what? Netizens are going crazy giving the director thumbs up!"

Bai Lu stood to the side, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her skirt.

She tried so hard to get close to Jiang Che, but when she backed down, she ended up sending him to a couple's suite instead.

Her eyes darted around, and she took a step forward, a considerate smile on her face: "Director, this really isn't appropriate. A man and a woman alone together, it wouldn't be good for Yuqi's reputation if word got out."

"How about... Yuqi and I squeeze in? Let Teacher Jiang sleep in the double room."

Song Yuqi turned to look at her.

This woman is using this tactic again.

"No need to trouble you, Sister Bailu. Aren't your feet blistered?"

Song Yuqi said coolly, "Go and rest in your own room. Don't keep hurting yourself and not being able to sleep at night just to give us a room."

One sentence silenced Bailu.

Bai Lu chuckled twice and could only retreat.

Jiang Che directly extended his hand to Wu Zheng: "Give me the room key."

Song Yuqi panicked and grabbed his sleeve.

"Are you really going to live together?"

"What else? Go to the bridge and feed the mosquitoes with them?" Jiang Che turned to look at her, his tone casual. "Don't worry, it's just a nap. The sofa is mine."

Wu Zheng chuckled and handed over the room key.

"Jiang Che, just a friendly reminder, the sofa in that room might not be what you expect."

As we took the elevator upstairs, the cameraman followed us to the door carrying his equipment.

Jiang Che swiped his room card to open the door, turned around to look at the camera, and reached out to block the door frame.

"Director Wu, that's enough. You're broadcasting even when you're sleeping? Be careful your live stream gets banned."

"Okay, I'll give you some private space."

Wu Zheng told the cameraman to remove the cameraman through the earpiece, and added, "The fixed cameras in the room have been turned off. Check it yourselves. If you're worried, cover it with your clothes."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Che finally pushed open the door.

Song Yuqi followed behind him and peeked out.

When the door opened, both of them fell silent.

Bright red rose petals were spread from the doorway all the way to the large round bed that occupied a third of the room.

A pinkish-purple ambient light was on by the bedside.

There were even several red gauze curtains hanging from the ceiling.

This display was practically announcing to the whole world that something was about to happen inside.

Even more outrageous is the bathroom.

It's all transparent glass, without even blinds, and the showerhead is right in front of the bed, making it feel incredibly cool.

"Has Wu Zheng gone mad?" Song Yuqi threw her bag on the ground, her ears burning.

"How do I take a shower in this bathroom?"

As she spoke, Song Yuqi glanced at Jiang Che with mixed feelings.

"That's easy, I'll go out while you're taking a shower."

"You can stay and watch while I'm washing; I don't mind."

Upon hearing the last sentence, Song Yuqi's face flushed red, and she muttered softly, "You don't mind, I..."

Jiang Che didn't hear what was said after that; he first checked the fixed camera positions in the room.

After confirming the power was off, I grabbed my coat and covered the camera lens that was facing the head of the bed.

Then he stared at the round bed for a while before turning his gaze to the "sofa" that Wu Zheng had specifically mentioned.

It was an S-shaped chaise lounge.

A grown man lying down would have half of his legs hanging off the edge.

"He's really gone mad." Jiang Che inserted the room card into the power outlet. "Even a dog wouldn't sleep in this broken chair."

Song Yuqi followed his gaze and fell silent.

"So what are you going to do tonight?"

"I'll sleep on the floor." Jiang Che took off his coat and hung it on the hanger. "Or, take pity on me and give me half of the bed."

His tone was somewhat joking, but his eyes remained fixed on Song Yuqi, as if he were testing something.

Song Yuqi retorted defiantly, "Dream on! You think you can just climb into my bed whenever you want?"

"Fine, then I'll sleep on the floor." Jiang Che didn't argue and opened his suitcase to look for a change of clothes.

As Song Yuqi watched his retreating figure, she began to have some doubts.

Although it's not cold in Wuhan at night, this river-view room is close to the water, so the ground is very damp.

He dragged her up the stairs and shielded her from trouble today, so it seems inhumane to make him sleep on the floor.

This round bed is quite large; drawing a line down the middle wouldn't be a bad idea.

"Feed." Song Yuqi kicked at the rose petals beside her feet.

Jiang Che turned to look at her.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just worried that you'll catch a cold if you sleep on the floor and won't be able to get up tomorrow, which will delay your trip."

She turned her face away, pretending to examine the light switch by the bedside, her voice growing softer and softer.

"This bed... is actually quite wide. We can each have half. Just be quiet and sleep soundly tonight."

Jiang Che couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth slightly.

He quickly suppressed his anger and deliberately asked, "Half for each of us? Aren't you afraid I'll cross the line in the middle of the night?"

"If you dare cross the line, I'll kick you into that transparent bathroom!" Song Yuqi raised her fist.

Jiang Che took the clothes and walked towards the bathroom, then knocked on the glass.

"Would you like to go first?"

Song Yuqi stared at the unobstructed glass, feeling utterly overwhelmed.

"You...you go inside to wash, I'll turn my face away! I promise I won't look!"

She covered her eyes and stood ramrod straight with her back to the bathroom.

Jiang Che chuckled as he looked at her affected posture.

"Okay, but you absolutely mustn't peek. Peeking will cost you money."

"Who cares about you! Go away!"

The bathroom door closed, and the sound of running water filled the air.

Song Yuqi covered her eyes, paused when she heard the sound of water inside, and subconsciously turned her head to the side.

The fog quickly rose, leaving only a blurry shadow on the glass.

She immediately turned her face back and covered her face even more tightly with her hands.

When did this man get such a great physique?

Back in high school, he was a thin, tall guy!

Her face was burning hot.

That damn sponsor, that damn Wu Zheng!

The sound of water stopped.

Jiang Che walked out wrapped in a bath towel, his hair still dripping wet.

He wasn't wearing any clothes on his upper body, and water droplets were dripping down his chest and abdomen. Under the pinkish-purple light, the atmosphere in the room became even more unsettling.

Hearing the door open, Song Yuqi turned her head, her eyes suddenly unsure where to look.

She frantically pulled the blanket from the bed and wrapped herself in it.

"Why aren't you wearing any clothes?!"

"My clothes are dirty," Jiang Che said, drying his hair with a towel and pulling out a piece of clothing from his suitcase.

Before he left, he said, "Message me when you're done washing up. I'm going out for a walk."

After half an hour.

After taking a shower, Song Yuqi sat on the edge of the bed with a flushed face, not daring to look at Jiang Che.

"This line is the 38th parallel! You're not allowed to cross it!"

She pointed to a barely visible seam in the middle of the round bed.

Jiang Che tossed the towel onto the chair, took a long stride, and climbed directly onto the bed.

The round bed was surprisingly soft.

As soon as he came up, Song Yuqi's side visibly sank down.

The two were less than half a meter apart, and they could hear each other breathing clearly.

Jiang Che pulled another thin blanket over his legs and leaned against the soft pillows to look at her.

"Why are you wrapped up so tightly? Are you afraid I'll steal your blanket?"

Song Yuqi only poked her head out, stubbornly insisting, "Can't I be cold?!"

Jiang Che chuckled and picked up the remote to turn off the main light in the room.

The room darkened, leaving only the dim pink lamp by the bedside.

The atmosphere changed as soon as the light dimmed.

Song Yuqi even slowed her breathing.

All I could hear was the sound of fabric rubbing as Jiang Che turned over.

"Feed," Jiang Che suddenly said, his voice low in the quiet room.

"what?"

"This bed is too soft. If I move even slightly, your side will shake. If you can't sleep, just tell me."

"What can you do if you can't sleep? Can you make it hard?" Song Yuqi retorted irritably.

Jiang Che turned his head and looked at her silhouette in the dim light.

"No, but I can chat with you."

Song Yuqi fell silent.

She gripped the corner of the blanket tightly, feeling her heart pounding even faster tonight than when she climbed the Yellow Crane Tower.

Late at night, the room was so quiet that you could hear the sound of the river outside the window.

Song Yuqi thought she would have insomnia, but after a restless day, she fell asleep soon after.

She felt cold in her sleep.

My body instinctively rubbed against the heat source, and before I knew it, I had crossed the "38th parallel".

Jiang Che hadn't gotten used to the soft, round bed yet, and was resting with his eyes closed when he felt something soft snuggle into his arms.

He opened his eyes and looked down.

Song Yuqi had kicked off the blanket at some point and was curled up like a cat.

Its head was pressed against his chest.

Her hand rested naturally on his waist.

Jiang Che stopped moving.

This woman can complete an entire set of college entrance exam questions while fully awake during the day, but she's completely unsuspecting when she's asleep.

He looked down at her face, which was so close to his.

His long eyelashes cast a shadow in his eye sockets, and his even breathing fell near his collarbone.

Jiang Che did not push her away.

He pulled his blanket over her, covering her completely, and then stretched out his arm to pull her into his embrace.

"You crossed the line first."