Before he died, my grandfather forced me to marry the richest man in the capital.

Upon hearing this, Ji Jiale seemed not to have heard it. He pulled up a stool and sat down next to Lu Yiyue, placed the entire plate in front of Lu Yiyue, and casually placed one hand on the back of Lu Yiyue's chair, coldly refusing, "I don't have enough memory in my hand."

After being rejected twice, the girl shrugged and left, even smiling politely at the others as if nothing had happened and she wasn't embarrassed at all.

Yan Feifei felt so embarrassed that she forgot to eat the barbecue in her hand. She asked, puzzled, "Are all young people this direct in their approach to conversations these days?"

Isn't this a bit hasty? What if the other person is a handsome but scumbag?

Isn't this like lambs to the slaughter? How come they have no sense of self-preservation at all? Yan Feifei couldn't understand it.

Ji Xinyu wasn't surprised at all by what the girl had done earlier. Her tone was natural as she said, "Yeah, this kind of thing is very common in our university. If they exchange contact information, they'll start chatting. If they get along well, they'll have a relationship. If they don't, they'll break up."

After listening, Yan Feifei sighed that she was out of touch, "You can still do that? Well, I guess I really am getting old."

Lu Qingchen wasn't surprised; this kind of thing is very common at school gates or parking lots, especially next to luxury cars.

He complained to Ji Jiale sitting next to him, "Brother, it's really going to be hard for you to find a girlfriend like this. You're not giving girls any face at all. You can add her and then delete her tomorrow. At least leave her some face." That way it won't be awkward.

Ji Jiale opened a bottle of beverage, took a sip, and didn't think he had done anything wrong. His expression remained normal as he said casually, "She's not my girlfriend, why should I give her any face?"

Everyone: That makes so much sense.

Yan Feifei smiled, took a bite of the barbecue that had been cooled by the wind, and praised, "Anyone who wants to date our Lele will feel especially safe and secure, because she's so virtuous. Xiao Chen should learn from her."

"Auntie, I'm very chaste, I haven't even been in a relationship yet."

Several people laughed.

Lu Qingchen felt that there was a reason why Ji Jiale was single. With such low emotional intelligence, his father was still worried about how he would treat his sister. He was really overthinking it.

Ji Xinyu chimed in, "Yes, that's great about my brother. If he went around agreeing to add people on WeChat everywhere, wouldn't he become a playboy, right?"

Everyone nodded, except for Lu Yiyue, who kept her head down while eating, seemingly lost in thought, with a smile playing on her lips. She was unusually quiet that evening.

Ji Jiale, who was being praised, seemed like an outsider. She pursed her lips, didn't say anything, and quietly drank her beverage and ate her food.

The three who talked the most that night were Lu Qingchen, Yan Feifei, and Ji Xinyu.

In the middle of the night, when everyone was asleep, the zipper of one of the tents was unzipped, and Lu Yiyue poked her head out, ready to come out of the tent, holding an oversized mobile phone in her hand.

With her head down, she prepared to turn on the flashlight. She felt she needed to change her sanitary pad and needed to find a place to go to the toilet.

It is an affirmative sentence, not an interrogative sentence.

Lu Yiyue looked up and saw the man standing beside her, his hands in his pockets, looking down at her.

She sensed certainty in his tone and wondered if she was mistaken, if she was mistakenly thinking he was waiting for her. But she was a shy person and wouldn't directly ask Ji Jiale if he was waiting for her to go to the bathroom.

She straightened up, not answering his question about going to the bathroom, but gently asked in return, "Why aren't you asleep yet? Is Xiaochen asleep?"

When she hides her stubbornness, she becomes incredibly gentle, as soft as water.

"Um, do you need to use the restroom?" He seemed determined to get to the restroom issue, asking again.

Lu Yiyue was a little embarrassed, but she turned around and looked around. It was dark in the distance, which was a little scary. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz. "Mmm."

But he still heard it, and after ignoring her embarrassment, he said, "Let's go, I'll go with you."

Before she could agree, he grabbed a flashlight from the table and stood to her side. The flashlight illuminated the dim road ahead, and the two were only a few centimeters apart. His hand was behind her, protecting her without touching her body, always ready to protect her.

Reaching a corner, Ji Jiale grabbed her arm, stopping her from going any further, and whispered, "Stand here, I'll go take a look."

After saying that, he shone his flashlight on an open space in front of him and checked it over and over again.

She obediently stood still, momentarily lost in thought, staring blankly as he bent down to examine the ground, trampling and flattening the grass with his feet.

In his classmates' eyes, he had a cold face and an unapproachable demeanor, like a Buddha, unapproachable and impossible to understand.

At this moment, watching him do all this, she suddenly felt that her stubbornness was worthwhile; he was good, really good.

He's just very stubborn.

This unique stubbornness can be transformed into other valuable things, such as...

When he came out, he saw her staring at him with a silly grin. He was puzzled, frowned slightly, and handed her the flashlight. She didn't take it; she just kept looking at him.

"What's wrong? Not going to the bathroom?"

Coming to her senses, Lu Yiyue answered with a smile that left him bewildered. Seeing his confusion, she shook her head and softly replied, "No, give it to me."

She had already reached out her hand, but before she could finish, he suddenly pulled the flashlight back and said calmly, "I'm keeping the light on for you; it's inconvenient for you."

Lu Yinyue: ".............." Do you want to watch?

After saying that, he turned around on his own and took about ten centimeters forward. Suddenly, he stopped and stopped walking. He was very close to her, and before she could say anything, his magnetic voice drifted into her ears, "I'm not looking. You go ahead and do your thing. I can only stand here."

He had one hand in his pocket and the other behind his back, the light shining on the area he had just trampled flat.

Lu Yiyue knew he wouldn't turn around, but the close proximity was awkward, so she braced herself and squatted down, her face already as red as a stir-fried crayfish.

Fiery red, a feeling of shyness rushed straight to the top of my head.

He stood there quietly, as if nothing had happened, waiting without speaking or moving, like a wooden stake or a scarecrow.

Lu Yiyue: "............"

She tried to control the frequency of her urination and make as little noise as possible, but the night was very quiet, and the sound of water hitting the ground still seemed very abrupt. She covered her cheeks, really wanting to hold back her urine. At this moment, Lu Yiyue wanted to disappear underground.

A few minutes later, she carefully stood up, trying to move quickly, straightened her clothes, and stood beside him with her head down, her cheeks too red for her to look up.

Hearing her voice, he slowly turned his tall body around. Seeing her shyly lowering her head, he found her adorable and teased, "Everyone has to go to the bathroom sometimes. Next time, you can keep watch for me."

He said it in a very serious tone.

She looked up as if she had heard something strange, glaring at him with a cute but fierce look. To him, her eyes didn't seem fierce at all, but rather quite adorable. With a smile on her lips, she said, "I'm not going to say anything more, let's go."

In the dim light, the two walked side by side, just as they had come. Now, she had a hand protecting her from behind, a hand that seemed to be shielding her.

The girl who had been chatting her up during the day saw this and was incredibly envious. She had originally planned to look at the scenery outside, but this scene unexpectedly caught her eye.

A sigh: So she did have someone she liked; no wonder she rejected him so thoroughly.

Once outside the tent, Lu Yiyue prepared to wash her hands with bottled water. Ji Jiale noticed what she was about to do, placed a flashlight on the table, and opened a new bottle of mineral water. "Give me your hand."

Lu Yiyue was like an obedient child; she did exactly what he said, being incredibly well-behaved. He poured water, and she washed her hands; they cooperated perfectly.

After she finished washing, there were a few tissues in front of her. She took them and thanked them, saying, "Thank you."

"Um."

Only after Lu Yiyue entered the tent and zipped it up did Ji Jiale crawl into another tent. Inside, Lu Qingchen was sleeping sprawled out, and Ji Jiale kicked Lu Qingchen's leg to the side with his foot in disgust.

Lu Qingchen hummed softly in his sleep, turned over, and continued sleeping. Judging from Lu Qingchen's sleeping posture, Ji Jiale made up his mind never to sleep with this guy again.

This time I was too hasty and didn't prepare an extra tent. I used my jacket as a dividing line between the two of us, leaned my body outward as much as possible, put one hand behind my head, stared at the top of the tent, and thought of Lu Yiyue's cute and fierce face. The more I thought about it, the cuter it became.

As he was thinking, he picked up his phone and started looking through his photo album. After a while, he opened the chat interface and typed with one hand: Call me if you need to go to the bathroom again.

When Lu Yiyue, who was in the next tent, saw this line of text, she was both touched and embarrassed. Couldn't they have used a different sentence? For example, could they have said that she needed to find him because she had to go to the toilet? Seriously. Her reply was: No, I'm not going.

Ji Jiale: Okay.

As soon as he finished typing the word, a pig's trotter was placed on his waist. Before the paw could even touch him, Ji Jiale forcefully moved Lu Qingchen's leg away, showing no gentleness whatsoever.

A few minutes later, Lu Qingchen, who was restless in his sleep, hugged Ji Jiale like he was hugging a pillow at home, using both his hands and feet to try to use Ji Jiale as a pillow between his legs.

Ji Jiale pushed him to the other side with a forceful shove. He patted his body in disgust, his brows furrowed, and turned to look at Lu Qingchen, who was sleeping in a terrible posture, as if deep in thought.

Lu Qingchen always had the habit of sleeping with another pillow between his legs, and at this moment he was using Ji Jiale as a pillow.

To prevent the creature from climbing on him at night, Ji Jiale sat up and found a few ropes in his backpack.

A few minutes later, Lu Qingchen's hands and feet were bound with ropes, along with the blanket, making him lie stiffly like a mummy. It was thoughtful of them, at least they still had the thought of preventing Lu Qingchen from catching a cold.

Ji Jiale glanced at Lu Qingchen, who was lying beside him and had been tied up by him. He was very satisfied with his masterpiece, closed his eyes contentedly, and went to sleep happily.

The next morning, I heard a chattering sound outside. It wasn't just one person's voice, but several, some familiar and some unfamiliar.

As Ji Jiale prepared to leave the tent, he guessed that the strangers were probably the group of people who had watched the sunrise together.

I had just put on my coat when the people around me started screaming and wailing, "Ah ...

Lu Yiyue and Ji Xinyu, who were outside the tent, heard the screams and came over. Standing outside, they asked with concern, "What happened? Are there bugs?"

Although they asked the question, they both felt deep down that it shouldn't be the case, since it was so well protected and there were insect repellents all around.

Last night, Ji Jiale placed a lot of insect repellent devices around the tent, just in case everyone got bitten by insects.

The sounds inside stopped abruptly, and Ji Jiale's voice came through, his throat low and hoarse from waking up early in the morning, "It's nothing, just morning grumpiness."

Inside the tent, Lu Qingchen's mouth was stuffed with a towel, preventing him from uttering a single word. He couldn't move his hands or feet either, and his eyes were full of questions as he looked at Brother Le, who was lying through his teeth, beside him.

Ji Jiale didn't remove the towel from his mouth immediately. He had stuffed the towel in his mouth in a moment of panic, afraid that people outside would misunderstand that he was bullying Lu Qingchen, so he was giving him a heads-up. "I can take it out for you, you promise not to scream or say anything."

Lu Qingchen kept nodding, making muffled noises. Did he have any other choice?

Ji Jiale roughly removed the towel from Lu Qingchen's mouth. Before Lu Qingchen could speak, Ji Jiale made a shushing gesture.

Lu Qingchen wasn't sure if the towel had actually been used to wipe the table, "Ptooey..."

Ji Jiale remained calm and composed, acting as if nothing had happened. He helped Lu Qingchen untie the ropes binding her hands, but didn't help with her feet.

After his hands were freed, Lu Qingchen sat up, swallowed, and felt his mouth being stretched open because the towel was too big. He pressed his tongue against his cheek, moved it around, and asked, "Brother Le, what are you doing? Why did you tie me up?"

Her gaze was fixed on Ji Jiale, who was expressionless and seemed to have done nothing, while her hands were untying the ropes binding her feet.

He was extremely frustrated because he had been tied up all night. He had said that he felt like he had been kidnapped and drowned last night and didn't sleep very comfortably. So that was the problem.

Ji Jiale retorted without hesitation, "Don't you have any idea what your sleeping position is like? If I don't tie you up, are you planning to make me sit up until dawn?"

Lu Qingchen tidied her hair, puzzled. "Am I really that bad at sleeping? When I was little, my sister never told me I had bad sleeping postures."

"You said it yourself, it was when you were a child."

Lu Qingchen: "............." Even if it's the worst, it won't mutate to the point where I need to be tied up to sleep, right?