They surrounded me right after the breakup.

Jiang Han reached his hand out from under the covers and placed it on Shen Qingning's waist.

The silk pajamas were cool and smooth to the touch, but the skin underneath felt slightly warm due to the alcohol.

Shen Qingning gently twisted her waist in her sleep, as slippery as a fish.

She gave a muffled groan and instinctively moved closer to the heat source.

Her eyelashes fluttered a few times, and in her daze, she turned over and pressed her cheek against Jiang Han's chest.

It rubbed its nose together and mumbled something indistinctly.

Jiang Han's fingers slowly slid down her back.

Shen Qingning felt as if she had been tickled in the most comfortable spot, and her whole body went limp, her body gently twisting.

She didn't open her eyes, but her breathing rhythm changed.

My sleep frequency gradually changed from a stable pattern to a fluctuating pattern.

After a while, Shen Qingning woke up.

In the darkness, their eyes met.

"Do you know that the way you look when you're asleep makes me want to bully you?"

Jiang Han's voice was very low.

Shen Qingning didn't speak, but simply raised her hand, her fingertips gently touching his brow bone, sliding down along the bridge of his nose, and finally landing on his lips.

She shrank back half an inch into Jiang Han's arms, burying her face in the crook of his neck, her long hair cascading over his shoulders.

The lingering scent of shower gel on my skin after bathing, mixed with my body heat, rises from under the covers.

Jiang Han lowered his head, kissed Shen Qingning's forehead, and finally covered her lips.

Shen Qingning opened her lips and teeth, reached out and hugged his neck, and closed her eyes.

In the darkness, only the two people's even breathing and the soft, intertwined sounds remained.

The blanket slipped to the foot of the bed, unnoticed.

The rustling of the wind through the bamboo grove outside the window drowned out the springtime atmosphere inside the room.

……

The next day, Lin Yaoyao was awakened by the warm light in the bathroom.

She sat up, scratched her hair, and threw back the covers to rummage through her suitcase.

The zipper in the inner compartment was open. I searched it twice, but I couldn't find the new black slip dress I had bought.

Qiu Siyao was brushing her teeth, her mouth full of foam as she poked her head out of the bathroom.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't find my pajamas."

"Did you forget to bring it? I didn't see you pack it in your suitcase this morning when I left."

Lin Yaoyao squatted down and rummaged through it again, even touching the side pockets on the back of the makeup bag.

"That's strange! Could it have been accidentally brought along when I changed into my swimsuit?"

Lin Yaoyao stood up: "Never mind, let's go see if Qingning is awake. She drank the most last night, she's probably still sleeping."

Qiu Siyao knocked on the door, and a muffled response came from inside.

A few seconds later, Shen Qingning opened the door, wrapped in a hotel bathrobe.

His hair was disheveled, and his face showed signs of sleepiness.

Just as Lin Yaoyao was about to ask about the pajamas, she glanced at the foot of the bed out of the corner of her eye.

The blankets were piled up in a ball, and the man's arm was resting on the pillow.

Jiang Han was leaning against the headboard, scrolling through messages on his phone.

Seeing the two people standing at the door, he looked up and gave them a bright, sunny smile.

"morning!"

Lin Yaoyao paused for a second, then crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame.

"Shen Qingning, didn't you drink too much last night and have to be carried home?"

"What, pretending to be drunk? Pretending to be asleep so you can have your husband all to yourself in the middle of the night, is that it?"

"We're all family now, why play mind games?"

Shen Qingning leaned against the bathroom door: "I'm really drunk! He came over by himself in the middle of the night."

Jiang Han pointed to the universal card on the bedside table and spread his hands.

"Well, how should I put it? I'm not the type to be picky..."

Shen Qingning got up from the bedside and prepared to go to the bathroom to change her clothes.

I took a step, but my legs gave way and I had to grab the wall for support.

Lin Yaoyao couldn't help but smile as she watched her knees tremble slightly.

"Your legs are so weak?"

"You drank last night too, try letting him torment you for half the night again."

"I'm not as good at acting as you, pretending to be asleep on the table and sneaking away."

……

Breakfast at the resort is served in the tea room on the first floor.

Bamboo shadows are reflected on the floor-to-ceiling glass outside the window, while the room is filled with the aroma of Pu'er tea and the steam rising from the open steamer.

The head chef was a master chef whom Xiao Xiao poached from a Cantonese teahouse; he had spent half his life making morning tea.

The skin of the crystal shrimp dumplings is rolled so thin that it is translucent, and the whole shrimp is wrapped in the wheat starch skin. When you bite into it, it is bouncy and sweet.

The dough for char siu bao is naturally fermented, and when you break it open, the honey syrup seeps into the dough fibers, making it sweet but not greasy.

The skin of the steamed chicken feet with black bean sauce was fried to perfection, the sauce was thickened, and the bones fell apart with a single suck.

There are also freshly pulled rice noodle rolls. The rice batter is spread thinly on a steaming cloth, wrapped with fresh shrimp and chives, and drizzled with sweet soy sauce. The rice noodle roll trembles slightly when you pick it up with chopsticks.

In front of each person was a bowl of white scallop congee that had been simmering for two hours, the rice grains cooked to a semi-dissolved state.

Xiao Xiao and Liu Meng arrived the latest.

Xiao Xiao changed into her own hoodie, and there was no sign of anything unusual on her face.

Liu Meng followed behind her, holding a cup of soy milk, without saying a word.

Lin Yaoyao ladled out a bowl of porridge and looked up to see the two of them walk in.

"Xiao Xiao, did you see my pajamas yesterday?"

Xiao Xiao's hand, which was pulling out the chair, paused in mid-air for a moment.

"What black lace camisole? I don't see it!"

"I went back to my room after drinking last night, and then chatted with Sister Liu Meng for a while, right, Sister Meng?"

Liu Meng picked up her soy milk and drank it: "Well, we chatted about work for a while, and then she went to sleep."

Lin Yaoyao watched Xiao Xiao bite into the shrimp dumpling. Usually, she would eat one bite at a time, but today she only took half a bite and put it back on the plate, poking at it with her chopsticks.

Liu Meng sat beside her, not saying a word the entire time.

Just as she was picking up food, her chopsticks and Xiao Xiao's touched in the steamer.

Both of them simultaneously withdrew their hands, then simultaneously extended them again. In the end, Liu Meng gave the shrimp dumpling to Xiao Xiao.

After breakfast, the group went back to their room to pack their luggage and dragged their suitcases to the front desk to check out.

Jiang Han leaned back on the sofa in the lobby, scrolling through his phone, with several suitcases lined up in a row.

"Mr. Xiao, please sign here." The receptionist handed over the electronic signature form.

Xiao Xiao signed her name and pushed it back.

Just as the receptionist was about to say goodbye, the internal phone on the desk rang.

She answered the phone, listened for a few minutes, and then looked up at Xiao Xiao.

"Mr. Xiao, the housekeeping department said they found some items left behind when they were cleaning your room."

"A black lace slip dress was found under your pillow in your room."

"The housekeeping department asked if you want it delivered directly or if they would pack it up and ship it to you."

The lobby fell into a deathly silence.

Lin Yaoyao untied her suitcase and walked to the front desk: "Is it the style with a thin strap on the back and a low neckline?"

The receptionist repeated her answer into the microphone and received an affirmative reply.

Lin Yaoyao got angry.

She turned around and put her hands on Xiao Xiao's shoulders.

"Fine! You stole my clothes!"

"The eldest daughter of the prestigious Xiao Group, a wealthy heiress, stole my tattered pajamas worth only a few hundred yuan?"

"Can your flat chest handle the workload?"

Lin Yaoyao's insults were sharp and pointed, directly targeting Xiao Xiao's physical vulnerabilities.

Xiao Xiao was originally in the wrong, but she couldn't hold back any longer when the woman took advantage of her at her own hotel.

"So what if you have big breasts?"

"What's wrong with borrowing your clothes for a bit?"

"I'll wear it!"

"Not only will you wear it, you'll wear it for your boyfriend to see!"