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

Jiang Che was woken up by being strangled at seven o'clock in the morning.

The blackout curtains in the river-view room were drawn tightly, allowing only a faint ray of light to filter through.

He felt as if a 50-pound bag of rice was pressing on his chest, making it difficult to even breathe.

He opened his eyes and looked down; Song Yuqi was wrapped around him like an octopus.

She casually wrapped one leg across his waist, her right hand tightly gripping the collar of his pajamas, her face buried in the crook of his neck, her warm breath brushing against his collarbone.

This isn't sleeping; it's practically a Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu armbar.

Who said last night that crossing the line means kicking into a transparent bathroom?

Jiang Che raised his hand and rubbed his temples.

This girl usually looks so thin, how come she sleeps so soundly?

He reached out and grabbed Song Yuqi's wrist, trying to pry this clingy octopus off, but as soon as he exerted force...

Song Yuqi frowned and muttered something.

"Don't make a sound..."

Instead of letting go, she snuggled even closer into his arms.

The furry head brushed against his chin, and then draped its entire leg over his.

Jiang Che was completely at a loss.

Okay, you delivered yourself to my door.

He simply stopped moving, resting one hand behind his head, letting her hold him, and staring blankly at the red gauze curtains on the ceiling.

It's exactly eight o'clock.

Song Yuqi smacked her lips in her sleep, feeling that the long, narrow pillow she was hugging today had a particularly high-quality feel and a refreshing soapy scent.

She snuggled against him contentedly and slowly opened her eyes.

The first thing you see is an open pajama neckline, beneath which are strong muscle lines.

Song Yuqi's mind went blank for two seconds.

Then she slowly raised her head, her gaze moving upwards, and met Jiang Che's teasing eyes.

Suddenly, everything went quiet, and the atmosphere became somewhat eerie.

"Have you touched enough?" Jiang Che's voice was hoarse from just waking up, sounding lazy and extremely irritating.

Song Yuqi's gaze slowly moved downwards, and she saw that her hand was grabbing the other person's clothes and her leg was draped over the other person's waist.

She sprang up as if she'd been electrocuted, scrambling back to the edge of the bed.

"I...you...why didn't you push me away!" she stammered, her ears turning bright red.

Jiang Che sat up and slowly straightened the neckline of his pajamas, which had been torn and deformed.

"Can you push me away? You're clamping me like a pair of pliers. I'm afraid you'll break my ribs if I move."

He pointed to the crack in the middle of the bed, whose shape was no longer discernible.

"Teacher Song, who confidently drew the 38th parallel last night? Look where you were just now!"

Song Yuqi was in the wrong, and her face was so hot it could fry an egg.

She pursed her lips, stubbornly refusing to admit it.

"Well... well, that's because the bed is too soft. I accidentally slipped and rolled over while I was sleeping! You're a grown man, can't you even handle something like this?"

Jiang Che found it amusing to see her looking so guilty.

He deliberately put on a pained expression: "I suffered a loss? Song Yuqi, I'm an innocent person, and you molested me in the middle of the night. Now you're telling me I got the better deal?"

Song Yuqi was impressed by his superb acting skills.

She grabbed a pillow and held it in front of her face, her voice barely audible, "I'll take responsibility, okay? Get out of here, I need to change!"

Jiang Che stopped teasing her, threw off the covers, got out of bed, and shuffled towards the bathroom in his slippers.

As he reached the bathroom door, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at her: "How did it feel just now?"

"Get out!" Song Yuqi grabbed a ball made of rose petals from the bed and threw it at him.

Jiang Che turned his head away and went into the bathroom with a smile.

Half an hour later, in the hotel lobby.

Deng Chao, sporting dark circles under his eyes, was leaning against the front desk complaining to Chen He.

Lu Han was looking down at her phone.

Upon hearing the elevator "ding," all three of them turned around simultaneously.

Jiang Che walked ahead, while Song Yuqi lagged half a step behind him, looking down at her toes. Something about her seemed off.

Lu Han immediately put her phone away and rushed forward with eyes as bright as searchlights.

"Hey, did you sleep well in the suite last night? Was the transparent bathroom useful?"

Chen He stroked his chin, circled around the two of them, and glanced at Song Yuqi's reddened ears.

"Tsk tsk tsk, that mental state, that rosy complexion, Teacher Jiang, you're something else."

Song Yuqi panicked and quickly waved her hands to explain, "It's not what you think! He slept on the floor, I slept on the bed, and we barely even exchanged a few words!"

As soon as she said it, she froze.

Deng Chao had a look on his face that said, "Do you think I believe you?"

"Yuqi, I've been there, too. We all know how cold the ground is. Besides, where did that mark next to Jiang Che's collarbone come from?"

Song Yuqi followed Deng Chao's gaze and saw that Jiang Che was wearing a loose V-neck T-shirt today, and there was indeed a red mark next to his collarbone exposed at the neckline.

Those were clearly squeezed out by her last night!

Song Yuqi closed her eyes in despair.

Now even jumping into the Yellow River won't clear my name.

Jiang Che, however, remained calm. "Alright, stop interrogating me. Where's breakfast?"

"There was no breakfast."

Lu Han pointed gloatingly to the door, "Wu Zheng is up to no good over there."

Just then, Bai Lu stepped out of another elevator.

She wore a floral sundress today, and her makeup was so exquisite that not a single eyelash had sagged.

Seeing Jiang Che and Song Yuqi standing together, Bai Lu's eyes revealed resentment.

She walked over quickly, a signature caring smile on her face.

Good morning, Teacher Jiang.

She acted as if she hadn't seen Song Yuqi and spoke directly to Jiang Che.

"That bed was so soft last night, you probably didn't sleep well, right? I have some extra steam eye masks over there, I'll get you one in a bit."

Upon hearing this, Lu Han and Chen He exchanged a glance.

Why does this sound so awkward?

Jiang Che didn't even lift his eyelids, his tone as cold as if it contained shards of ice: "No need. That bed is fine, and I slept quite soundly."

Bai Lu was taken aback, but she didn't give up. She turned to Song Yuqi and asked, feigning concern.

"Yuqi, you're usually such a restless sleeper, did you disturb Teacher Jiang last night?"

Jiang Che looked at Bai Lu.

She slept well last night.

These words, though neither too harsh nor too mild, felt like a slap in Bai Lu's face.

Bai Lu's smile faltered, and she awkwardly took a half-step back, making an excuse to slip away to the restaurant.

Lu Han was trying so hard not to laugh that her stomach hurt, but she secretly gave Jiang Che a thumbs up.

Song Yuqi stood to the side, her initial awkwardness long gone, and she couldn't suppress the corners of her mouth from smiling.

This man is damn charming when he's protective of his own.

Just then, a crisp notification sound rang in Jiang Che's mind.

[Ding! Detected that the host sparked a million-level online discussion last night with the hashtag #JiangCheSongYuqiCoupleRoom#, resulting in a reputation value surge of 400 million!]

[Current total reputation points: 3500 million.]

[Congratulations, host, on achieving the achievement: Variety Show Focus. Reward: Max Level Life Skill: Top-Tier Culinary Skills!]

[Skill Description: With this skill, even a roadside weed can be cooked to taste like a Michelin three-star dish.]

Jiang Che raised an eyebrow in his mind.

This system is usually stingy, but it's being generous today.

But top-notch culinary skills?

Just then, a piercing electrical hum came from outside the door.

Wu Zheng, carrying a megaphone and wearing floral shorts, strolled in slowly.

Good morning everyone! Hope you all slept well, especially the two in our couples' suite.

Wu Zheng started acting like a jerk as soon as he arrived.

Wang Mian climbed up from the corner of the sofa, his hair a complete mess.

"Director, stop talking nonsense and give me some food. I got bitten eight times by mosquitoes under the bridge in the middle of the night, and now I'm so hungry I could eat a whole cow."

Wu Zheng chuckled and patted the small blackboard next to him.

"Excuse me, everyone. Wuhan is the capital of breakfast, and its breakfast culture is profound and extensive."

"Today's second mission is called 'Early Morning Mayhem'!"