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

Bai Lu's lips drooped, and her face turned pale and then red.

She stood on the deck in the night wind, clutching her white dress tightly, unable to utter a complete sentence for a long time.

The extras and staff around them looked at each other, but no one said a word.

Seeing the atmosphere, Deng Chao's eyelids twitched, and he quickly stepped in to smooth things over.

"Alright, alright, what time is it! Let's go, it's windy under the bridge, if we go too late we won't even be able to find a sheltered spot."

"Old Chen, Little Deer, let's retreat!"

Lu Han gloated as she approached, giving Jiang Che a thumbs-up before leaving and saying in a low voice, "Brother Che, you've got guts."

Chen He quickly chimed in, trying to steer the conversation away: "Let's go, let's go, admit defeat, don't just stand here enjoying the river breeze."

Bai Lu stood there motionless, but was eventually reminded by staff to walk out.

The deck was much quieter now.

Song Yuqi stepped barefoot on Jiang Che's black leather shoes, feeling a sweet warmth in her heart because of his protective words earlier.

As a result, Wu Zheng's sly laughter completely ruined the atmosphere.

Old Wu strolled over slowly, carrying a large megaphone in his hand.

"Red Team, congratulations! The presidential suite on the top floor of the Zhiyin cruise ship is yours tonight."

"This is a replica of a suite owned by a tycoon during the Republic of China era, complete with mahogany, a gramophone, and old Shanghai style. We've provided it all for you."

Wu Zheng paused deliberately at this point, and a few deep wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes.

"But before I go, I have to announce a new rule."

"At the previous stop, Chongqing Nanshan Hotel, we didn't go in to take pictures because they arranged a couple's room for us."

"The official website was almost flooded by tens of millions of netizens, all cursing me, Wu, for being inhuman and causing the black screen."

Wu Zheng patted the megaphone: "I'm the kind of person who listens to advice."

"So today, we'll be focusing on nighttime observation in this presidential suite."

"There are absolutely no cameras in the bathroom and changing room; the bedroom will only have wide-angle shots and basic sound recording."

"When these two snore or talk in their sleep, almost the entire internet can hear them."

Upon hearing this, Song Yuqi's eyes widened, and she pointed at Wu Zheng and began to curse.

"Old Wu! Are you out of your mind?! Who broadcasts live while sleeping? What kind of variety show is this?"

Wu Zheng, seemingly unfazed, shrugged and said, "This is a slow-paced variety show, a life observation program."

"Besides, I've already set up the recording equipment. You two, the whole internet is watching, so be mindful of your image."

After saying that, he shoved the room key into Jiang Che's hand and ran away.

The live stream chat was absolutely flooded with comments right now.

[Holy crap! Director Wu, I misunderstood you! You're really sensible!]

[After much painful reflection, Old Wu is determined to stay up all night tonight!]

I went out to buy energy drinks last night; I have to keep a close eye on those two today!

[Nighttime observation? Is it reasonable to not share a blanket while sleeping at night?]

Jiang Che looked at the gold-embossed room key in his hand and ignored Wu Zheng's antics.

He glanced down at his toes still clinging to his shoes: "Teacher Song, why don't you get down first? Or are you planning to let me carry you inside like this?"

Song Yuqi's face flushed, and she quickly moved her feet down onto the cool deck.

The moment I landed, the pain from the metal mesh digging into the soles of my feet shot straight to my head.

"hiss--"

She couldn't help but gasp.

Jiang Che frowned.

He not only didn't feel tired, but now he felt his muscles were working smoothly.

But Song Yuqi has clearly reached her limit.

Without saying a word, he bent down, slipped one hand under her legs, and lifted her up in his arms again.

"Jiang Che, so many people are watching! I can walk by myself!" Song Yuqi lowered her voice, her hands tightly gripping his suit collar.

Jiang Che gave her a little jig. "Behave yourself and don't move around."

The two of them, followed by the camera, entered the presidential suite at the end of the third-floor corridor.

Once the mahogany door is pushed open, the interior is indeed quite luxurious.

Persian carpets, gramophones, and genuine leather sofas exude a decadent, glamorous atmosphere reminiscent of the Republic of China era.

Song Yuqi was placed on the sofa by Jiang Che. She had just breathed a sigh of relief when she turned her head and glanced into the master bedroom. She felt terrible.

The master bedroom is very large, with two European-style single beds placed in the center.

However, the gap between these two beds is only ten centimeters at most.

The edges of the two sheets were even rubbing together!

What's the difference between this and sleeping in a double bed?!

Jiang Che took off his coat and threw it on the single sofa. While unbuttoning his shirt cuffs, he followed her gaze.

He raised an eyebrow, his tone ambiguous, whether sarcastic or complimentary: "Director Wu, you've got a really good plan."

"How am I supposed to sleep like this..." Song Yuqi covered her face, her ears turning bright red.

Jiang Che ignored her breakdown.

He rummaged through the drawers in the suite and pulled out a portable medicine box from under the TV cabinet.

He carried the medicine box to the sofa and knelt down on one knee.

Song Yuqi was startled by his action and pulled her feet back, asking, "What are you doing?"

"Don't move."

Without saying a word, Jiang Che grabbed her left ankle and placed it on his thigh.

By the bright overhead light, Jiang Che could see the terrible state of her soles and toes.

Several toes were squeezed red by the wire mesh, the soles of the feet were even chafed, and there was a noticeable bruise on the ankle.

Jiang Che took out some liniment from the medicine box and rubbed it in his palm to warm it up.

[System notification: Host behavior detected. Life Skills Branch Reward activated: Traditional Chinese Medicine Massage (Expert Level)]

The system's voice flashed through my mind.

Jiang Che's technique immediately stabilized.

He pressed his thumb on the bruise on Song Yuqi's ankle and slowly massaged it along the meridians.

"pain!"

Song Yuqi was in so much pain that tears were about to fall. She raised her foot to kick him, saying, "Jiang Che, be gentle!"

Jiang Che didn't let go; the temperature of his palm was frighteningly high.

His touch was firm yet precise, dissolving the bruise with ease: "Bear with it."

Song Yuqi pursed her lips and stared straight at him.

Jiang Che lowered his head, his fine black hair falling across his forehead.

He usually seemed nonchalant and carefree, but now he was kneeling on one knee, his brows furrowed, his eyes fixed intently on her ankle.

Even the way he moved his hands exuded an undeniable forcefulness.

Song Yuqi suddenly felt that her foot didn't hurt as much anymore.

A tingling sensation shot straight from my ankle to my heart.

This is a live broadcast.

The camera was set up right across from us.

Countless eyes across the internet watched as this industry heavyweight, the "lyricist king" who dominates the charts on three major music platforms, knelt down on one knee and personally massaged the feet of a female celebrity.

The moment this scene appeared, the screen exploded with comments.

[Aaaaaah, kill me! Even his foot massage is so charming!]

Does this count as public flirting? I'm asking you, does it?!

[Song Yuqi's eyes were so intense, they were practically dripping with longing!]

The WeChat group for Wuha was also buzzing with activity.

Lu Han, shivering from the cold inside her tent, posted a screenshot from her live stream:

[Brother Che, you really don't treat us netizens like family.]

Chen He followed closely behind:

[I suggest we take these two directly to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow, and rename our program "Newlywed Diary".]

Jiang Che was too lazy to look at his phone.

He rubbed it for a few minutes, watching the bruises on Song Yuqi's ankle fade away, before letting go.

He went to the bathroom, grabbed a hot towel, wiped the smell of the medicinal wine off her feet, and then tossed a pair of soft-soled slippers at her feet.

"Alright, put it on. Go take a shower, then go to sleep."

Song Yuqi slipped into her slippers, grabbed the pajamas provided by the production team in a panic, and fled into the bathroom as if escaping.

Half an hour later, both of them finished washing up.

The main light in the suite went out.

The three live-streaming cameras in the corner emitted a faint red light, and the night vision mode was automatically activated.

The live stream screen turned into a dark black and white, but this did not affect the tens of millions of night owls' enjoyment of the sweet moments.

Song Yuqi was lying on the single bed on the left.

Jiang Che was lying on the right.

Between the two was a gap of only ten centimeters.

The room was eerily quiet.

Song Yuqi didn't even dare to breathe too hard; she turned to the side, her back to Jiang Che.

But because they were so close, she could even hear the sound of the blanket rubbing against each other when Jiang Che turned over, and the faint scent of shower gel on his body.

The scent, mixed with his own aroma, enveloped her completely like an impenetrable net.

Song Yuqi counted sheep with her eyes closed.

Even after counting to eight hundred, I still couldn't fall asleep.

She rolled over and lay flat on her back. Just as she was about to open her eyes, she heard a deep voice from beside her.

"Teacher Song, are you making pancakes?"

Jiang Che didn't sleep.

He turned his head in the darkness, looking at the person who was so close to him.

Song Yuqi's face flushed, and she lowered her voice to explain, "I'm not a good sleeper, I can't sleep without a bed."

"Is it because you're not used to sleeping in the same bed, or is it because you know tens of millions of people are watching and you're feeling restless?" Jiang Che's voice carried a hint of amusement.

He turned to face her in the darkness.

The two are now ridiculously close.

If you just lean forward a little, you can touch the tip of your nose.

His words ignited Song Yuqi's competitive spirit.

She turned her head, and in the faint moonlight filtering through the river, stared into Jiang Che's eyes: "What kind of grass do I grow up to be afraid of? I've seen all kinds of storms and waves, why would I be afraid of this?"

"Is that so?" Jiang Che looked at her chin, which was slightly raised because of her stubbornness, and suddenly raised a hand.

Song Yuqi's breath hitched.

Jiang Che's arm passed over the ten-centimeter gap.

He didn't touch her face, but instead placed his hand on the back of her hand that was outside the blanket.

The man's palm was large and warm, completely covering her fingers.

Song Yuqi felt a "boom" in her mind, and all her thoughts went blank!

The moment he grasped her hand, she wanted to pull it back as if she had been burned.

But Jiang Che tightened his fingers slightly, holding her in place.

"Don't move."

Jiang Che's voice was extremely low and slightly hoarse in the darkness: "There are mosquitoes, can I borrow your hand to block them?"