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

Song Yuqi gritted her teeth and made up her mind.

Jiang Che took half a step forward and once again pulled her into his arms from behind.

This time his movements were more casual than before, his chin even lightly touching the top of her head.

The familiar minty scent enveloped me once again.

Song Yuqi forced herself not to think about how close the man was to her, and she frantically played 1980s square dance music on repeat in her mind.

Boom boom boom boom.

My heart rate actually stabilized at 115.

"Five-second countdown, five!" The accompanying director raised a megaphone.

Song Yuqi stared intently at the stone pier at the foot of Seoul Tower, not daring to blink.

Jiang Che looked down at her, finding it amusing to see her so alarmed.

"Four!"

Song Yuqi's heart rate climbed to 117.

"three!"

Jiang Che suddenly tilted his head slightly, his warm breath brushing against her right ear.

He whispered in a voice only she could hear, "Don't be nervous, if we lose, I'll just jump with you."

Song Yuqi felt a chill run down her spine.

Screw you! Who wants to jump off a cliff with you?!

She was screaming internally, the yellow light on her bracelet turned red and flashed wildly, and the numbers jumped around erratically.

118!

119!

"One! Photo taken successfully!"

With a click, the photographer took the picture.

Like a rabbit whose foot had been scalded, Song Yuqi jumped straight out of Jiang Che's arms.

She looked down at her bracelet.

119.5.

That was close! I almost had to go bungee jumping!

Deng Chao and Chen He, who were watching, immediately let out a long hiss.

"Oh my!" Chen He laughed, arms crossed.

"Old Wu, is your machine broken? Yuqi's face is so red it looks like it's about to spontaneously combust, and her heart rate is only 119?!"

Lu Han, who was watching the drama unfold, said, "Brother He, she's suppressing it entirely with her willpower. If it were Lao Wu hugging her, her heart rate would probably drop below fifty."

The girl group members burst into laughter.

Mei Yan tugged at Shu Hua's sleeve, her eyes sparkling as she stared at Jiang Che: "Master Ci has such a good temper and temperament. Who could resist looking at me like that just now?"

Upon hearing this, Song Yuqi glared at Jiang Che in annoyance.

What a load of rubbish! This man is a walking black hole, sucking away people's lifespan.

Jiang Che remained as nonchalant as ever, flicking the watch on his wrist; the number remained a steady 72.

Seeing his heart rate seemingly frozen, Song Yuqi could no longer suppress her competitive spirit.

Okay, you have good self-control, huh?

"Where's the next card? Hurry up and take it out!" Song Yuqi reached out to the accompanying director.

The director took out a second card from the tray.

Song Yuqi snatched it away.

The background of the painting is a wall.

The female stick figure leans against the wall next to the male stick figure's face with one hand, while the other hand grabs the male stick figure's tie, forcing the man to lower his head, and the two face each other at close range.

A wall slam?

Is it a woman pinning a man against a wall?

Song Yuqi stared at the card for three seconds, then suddenly laughed.

It's like a pillow being delivered just when you're about to fall asleep!

I was bullied and oppressed by this man for half a day, but now the tables have turned!

She walked up to Jiang Che with the card in her hand and waved it around like a victorious bandit leader.

"Teacher Jiang, look carefully, this time it was my initiative."

Jiang Che glanced at the actions on the card and raised an eyebrow.

"Okay." He looked around and walked directly to the red brick viewing wall next to him.

He stood with his back against the brick wall, his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, his posture extremely casual, giving off an "go for it" vibe.

He wasn't wearing a suit or tie today.

Song Yuqi asked the director, "How can I pull it up without a tie?"

Wu Zheng, holding a megaphone, shouted: "Pull their collars! Pull them however you want! Just make sure it creates a sense of oppression on screen!"

Alright, Old Wu finally got to behave himself today.

Song Yuqi rubbed her hands together and walked up to Jiang Che.

Jiang Che is 1.85 meters tall, and even when he leans against the wall, he is more than half a head taller than her.

Song Yuqi gestured to indicate the height, then reached out and slapped the brick wall next to his face, mimicking the tone of a domineering CEO from an idol drama: "Man, you're playing with fire."

Jiang Che looked down at her, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

He readily bent down and brought his face closer.

Song Yuqi reached out her right hand, grabbed the collar of his windbreaker, and pulled it down forcefully.

The distance instantly shrank.

The two were now less than five centimeters apart at the tip of their noses.

drop.

The bracelet beeped.

Jiang Che's heart rate: 78

It rose by six points.

That's it?

Chen He, standing nearby, started egging him on again: "Yuqi, your aura is terrible! You look like a little delinquent going to collect protection money, not all alluring! Ci Ye's heart rate didn't even exceed eighty!"

Lu Han chimed in, yelling, "Why are you pulling on his collar? Pull down his zipper!"

Xiaojuan was cheering in Korean from the side, and the scene was in complete chaos.

Song Yuqi was not convinced.

She gritted her teeth, increased the force in her hands, and pulled Jiang Che's collar down a little.

Jiang Che was forced to lower his head again.

He looked at the little girl's murderous expression and smirked, "Protection money? Cash or bank transfer?"

How dare you laugh at her at a time like this!

Emboldened by a sudden impulse, Song Yuqi loosened his collar with her right hand and slid it up his neck.

His finger was placed directly on the location of Jiang Che's left carotid artery.

Jiang Che's breathing visibly paused for a moment.

The area where their skin touched was incredibly hot, and their fingers could clearly feel his powerful pulse.

a bit.

Two times.

Beep beep!

Jiang Che's heart rate: 95

Song Yuqi's eyes lit up.

There is a play!

"Make eye contact for five seconds!" the director shouted from the side.

"five!"

Song Yuqi stood on tiptoe, her cheek almost brushing against his nose.

She stared intently at Jiang Che, lowered her voice, and deliberately used a soft, sticky tone to say, "Jiang Che, your pulse is beating so fast."

Jiang Che's gaze fell on her lips.

The little girl was wearing an orange-toned lip gloss today, and from this distance, it smelled like sweet fruit candy.

Her hand was still pressing lightly on his neck.

drop!

Jiang Che's heart rate: 108

"Wow!" Deng Chao, standing on the periphery, began clapping wildly. "It's broken 100! Ci Ye is panicking, he's panicking!"

"three!"

It's almost midnight before he exceeds the limit!

Song Yuqi was bursting with competitive spirit, completely forgetting about the camera and saving face.

She tilted her head slightly, leaned close to Jiang Che's ear, and mimicked the tone of his breathy voice from earlier.

"Weren't you quite capable just now? Hmm?"

The hot air blew on Jiang Che's earlobe.

Jiang Che's eyelids twitched, and he put his hands in his pockets, rubbing his fingers against the fabric of his clothes.

This girl must have gone crazy today. Does she really think he wouldn't dare to touch her in front of so many cameras?