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

"Am I flirting with you?"

Song Yuqi stared wide-eyed, her back pressed tightly against the rough tree trunk.

"Jiang Che, are you being unreasonable? You're always the one who starts it!"

Jiang Che looked at her bright red ears, a smile playing on his lips as he leaned forward.

"Oh? I'll make the first move?"

"Who was clinging to me like an octopus in the middle of the night at my hotel in Wuhan?"

"On the beach at East Lake, who took the opportunity of singing in the choir to grab my hand?"

"And on stage today..."

He paused for a moment, his voice growing even deeper.

Song Yuqi's cheeks burned as he asked her question after question, and she wished she could disappear into the ground.

Does this man keep a notebook specifically for recording these kinds of things?

She retorted stubbornly, "That's for the show! Don't you understand stage interaction?!"

"Okay, for the sake of the show."

Jiang Che nodded, his gaze falling on her lips.

"Now I want to do something that's not for the sake of the show."

"May I?"

Song Yuqi forgot to breathe.

This distance is too dangerous.

The aroma of mint mixed with the fragrance of shochu overwhelms you.

She could even feel the heat from Jiang Che's breath as he spoke, which was hitting the tip of her nose.

As he drew closer and closer to her face, Song Yuqi snapped.

She closed her eyes, her hands gripping the fabric of her hoodie pockets tightly.

one second.

two seconds.

The expected sensation came, but instead I received a light tap on the forehead.

"Ouch!"

Song Yuqi opened her eyes, clutching her forehead.

Jiang Che had already stood up straight and casually zipped up her hoodie all the way to her chin, hiding most of her flushed face behind the neckline.

"Why are you closing your eyes so tightly? What are you expecting?"

His tone carried an undisguised smile, but his eyes were unusually serious.

Song Yuqi covered her forehead, watching his back as he turned and walked away, gritting her teeth in anger.

That damn Jiang Che, he always manages to leave her completely bewildered, then just walks away without a care in the world!

"Why are you walking so fast! Do you even know how to get back to the hotel?"

She jogged after him.

As the two walked to the central square of the park, a familiar melody began to play.

Upon hearing this, Song Yuqi's eyes lit up.

She tugged at Jiang Che's sleeve: "Wow, someone's singing 'Romantic Love'!"

Song Yuqi grabbed Jiang Che's sleeve and squeezed her way to the outermost edge of the crowd.

In the open space ahead, two stylishly dressed rookie girl group members are singing and dancing with microphones in hand.

The speaker was playing the instrumental version of "Romantic Love".

"This plastic Chinese pronunciation, '想你' (xiǎng nǐ) is sung as '相泥' (xiāng ní)."

Jiang Che lowered the brim of his hat, his gaze sweeping over the two newcomers, his tone full of teasing.

Song Yuqi burst out laughing and quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth.

She leaned close to Jiang Che's ear and whispered, "Don't nitpick. This song hasn't even been released yet. It's already good enough that you can sing the whole thing."

The song had only been on stage for a few hours when it was already being performed on the streets of Seoul.

Song Yuqi was secretly pleased, unable to suppress the smile on her face.

As they were talking, the two newlyweds in the open space started singing the chorus.

One of the girls suddenly took a step forward, stretched out her right hand, and imitated Jiang Che's action on the East Lake beach, lifting up another girl's chin.

The other girl immediately put on a shy expression.

The two held hands tightly and spun around in mid-air.

The onlookers erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

Song Yuqi's smile froze.

What a shame!

I didn't feel this way when it happened to me, but seeing someone else perform it made me so embarrassed I could dig a three-bedroom apartment out of the sole of my shoe.

Jiang Che put one hand in his pocket, turned his head to look at her, and raised one eyebrow.

"Did you teach this movement instruction privately?"

"Don't try to pin this on me! You were the one who started it!" Song Yuqi retorted in a low voice.

The cheers from the crowd continued.

Song Yuqi shifted her gaze from the roadshow to the person beside her.

The streetlights shone on Jiang Che's straight nose as he looked at the crowd, his jawline taut.

Song Yuqi's heart was racing.

She swallowed hard, and her fingers, hanging by her side, twitched.

Using the oversized hoodie as cover, she slowly moved the back of her hand toward Jiang Che.

One inch.

Half an inch.

My fingertips just touched the skin on the back of his hand.

Jiang Che didn't even turn his gaze over, but suddenly pulled his hand out of his pocket.

He flipped his palm over, turning the tables and taking control.

Five fingers forcefully squeezed between her fingers.

He closed his hand, his ten fingers interlocking perfectly.

Song Yuqi's breath hitched.

She broke free.

But Jiang Che tightened his grip and pressed his thumb down on her web of skin in retaliation.

"Why are you hiding now, after coming closer?"

"Let go! We're outside!" Song Yuqi lowered her voice and tugged twice.

Jiang Che remained unmoved, using his hoodie as cover to fasten the buttons even tighter.

"You came to me willingly, and now you want me to let go? Too late."

"I lost my balance and bumped into something!"

"You couldn't even stand on flat ground? Do you have springs in your legs?"

"Mind your own business! Let go of me, or we'll be in big trouble if someone sees us!"

"So what if they see it?" Jiang Che turned his head and looked down at her. "It's a good opportunity to demonstrate to them how the original version is done."

Song Yuqi was speechless.

The burning sensation traveled from my earlobe all the way down to my neck.

She didn't dare turn her head to look at him, hiding half her face inside the high collar of her hoodie.

My palms were covered in a fine layer of sweat.

"Oh my God!"

A sharp female voice suddenly came from behind me.

"It's Song Yuqi!"

A South Korean female exchange student holding a DSLR camera stared wide-eyed, pointing directly in their direction.

That shout completely drowned out the accompaniment coming from the broken speaker.

Swish.

Hundreds of people in the front row turned their heads at the same time.

All eyes were focused on the edge of the crowd.

The focus is on the two people wearing hats and holding hands tightly.

Song Yuqi felt a chill run down her spine.

She struggled and pulled her hand out of Jiang Che's palm.