He tricked the female lead into becoming his boyfriend, but then went on to criticize the male lead.

Fu Yanchen took in the exchange of glances between the two men. He observed the chinchilla quietly for a long time before speaking calmly, dispelling their concerns: "You don't need to be wary. This little thing is no threat at all; it's just a bit strange."

Zhao Muze raised an eyebrow, his heart filled with curiosity. He casually chuckled and said, "I'm not worried about any threat, I'm just curious about its intelligence. I wonder if this cleverness is hereditary. If it is, I'd like to have such a smart and easy-going pet, saving me the trouble of training it."

"It's no use." Fu Yanchen shook his head slightly, his tone firm. "I've been observing it for a whole month. I even tried to find it a companion of the same kind, but it completely ignored me."

He paused for a moment, then accurately summarized the nature of the Totoro: "From beginning to end, all it sees and thinks about is food. It's not interested in anything else. It's definitely a glutton."

Wen Zhaoci's narrow eyes fell indifferently on the spineless chinchilla in the cage that was only focused on snacks. There was no ripple in his eyes, and his tone was cold and casual.

He had already figured it out in his mind: apart from being clever and greedy, this little guy had nothing special about him and was not worth paying any attention to.

"Since she's just a glutton, there's nothing special about her, so there's no need to pay extra attention to her."

As night fell completely, a roaring bonfire was lit in the courtyard.

The orange-red flames crackled and danced as everyone sat around a low table by the campfire, which was laden with sizzling skewers, drinks, and snacks.

Tang Tongtong found the cage too restrictive, so she simply opened it and released 438.

The chubby little chinchilla burst into life as soon as it landed, running around the table with its short legs, showing no fear whatsoever. Everyone's eyes instinctively fell on it, watching this unique little creature and joining in the fun.

No one expected that this gluttonous chinchilla had an exceptionally keen sense of smell. It went straight to the edge of the grill plate, its little head constantly nudging the edge of the table, its eyes fixed on the bright red, extra-spicy grilled skewers sprinkled with chili powder.

Tang Tongtong found it amusing, so she casually picked up a skewer of extra spicy grilled meat and teased it by holding it to its mouth: "Want some? This is extra spicy, much spicier than those medicines you took before. Are you sure you dare to eat it?"

As soon as the words were spoken, 438 didn't hesitate at all, quickly nibbling away with its little mouth, eating with great relish. Its little cheeks puffed out, and it didn't seem to feel choked at all while eating the extra spicy skewers. It was incredibly skillful.

The people sitting around were all stunned.

Su Yue was the first to laugh out loud, resting her chin on her hand and teasingly saying, her eyes full of amusement, "My goodness, that's amazing! Even the extra spicy skewers smell so good! Now that the skewers are gone, we have to fill the little guy's beer, the standard treatment is a must!"

As she spoke, Su Yue, undeterred by the trouble, picked up the low-alcohol fruit beer on the table, found a small plastic cup, carefully poured a shallow amount, and placed it in front of the little Totoro.

438 sniffed the smell of alcohol with its little nose, and without any resistance, it grabbed the small wine glass with its two little paws, tilted its little body back slightly, and drank it down in one gulp, its movements as smooth as a pro.

438: [This is simply a life fit for gods.]

A small glass of wine had a rapid effect.

In just over ten seconds, the little Totoro, which had been jumping around and running about, began to stagger, its round little head swaying from side to side, and its eyes becoming blurry.

The next second, its body went limp and it fell straight onto the lawn, its limbs outstretched, completely unconscious and fast asleep, not moving at all.

"Hahaha, you're drunk!" Su Yue laughed so hard her shoulders shook. She bent down and poked its soft belly. "You're such a little drunkard. You dare to eat and drink anything. You're so daring."

The crowd gathered around the drunken, lying-down Totoro, joking and teasing him for a while before the bonfire party gradually quieted down.

As night deepened, everyone had had a great time and was tired. They packed up their things and went back to their rooms in twos and threes to rest.

Sang Jiuning followed behind the crowd, slowly walking towards the guest rooms. She casually glanced at the room assignments, then her gaze suddenly stopped, and she was secretly taken aback.

She watched Tang Tongtong and Fu Yanchen walk side by side into the stairwell and into room 101, and couldn't help but mutter to herself: So they're sharing a room.

She hadn't noticed it before.

Sang Jiuning withdrew her gaze and turned to walk towards her and Wen Zhaoci's room.

As soon as I pushed open the door, the person behind me reached out and closed it behind me.

The next second, my wrist suddenly tightened.

Wen Zhaoci's long, strong hand gripped her wrist firmly, the force gentle yet allowing no escape, pulling her forward and steadily encircling her in his arms.

Only a warm yellow bedside lamp was on in the room, the light dim and ambiguous, casting long shadows of the two people.

Before Sang Jiuning could react, Wen Zhaoci's deep, magnetic voice sounded close to her ear, carrying a hint of languor: "Go take a shower first."

Without saying a word, he took her hand and led her straight into the spacious bathroom.

The warm steam still lingered in the bathroom, carrying a faint, familiar bath fragrance.

In the small, enclosed space, only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard, and the atmosphere instantly became sticky and ambiguous.

Sang Jiuning leaned against the cold wall, looking up at the boy in front of her, and the scene of her first time here involuntarily flashed through her mind.

It was the same back then. We shared a room, and it thundered at night. Wen Zhaoci told her she was scared.

Thinking of this, a mischievous thought arose in Sang Jiuning's heart. She looked up at him and spoke softly, her tone carrying a hint of probing and coquettishness: "Husband, I suddenly remembered the first time I came here."

Wen Zhaoci looked down at the person in his arms, his fingertips gently caressing the delicate skin of her wrist, his eyes filled with tenderness.

"Hmm?" he responded softly.

Sang Jiuning mustered her courage and bluntly called him out: "Did you deliberately lie to me back then, saying there were no extra rooms? And that night when it thundered, was that also you deliberately clinging to me?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Zhaoci's eyes flickered slightly.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and he felt a sudden pang of guilt.

That was definitely something he did on purpose.

Otherwise, where would we get the chance to be alone together, and where would we get so many benefits of getting close to her?

He couldn't admit to this little scheme at all, because it involved his future benefits.

Wen Zhaoci replied in a serious tone, "No."

Sang Jiuning looked at his stubbornness and secretly found it amusing. She was just about to expose him.

Suddenly, Wen Zhaoci let go of her hand, turned around, and took out a brand new bikini.

The fabric was pitifully small, and the style was both delicate and alluring, making it exceptionally eye-catching.

Sang Jiuning's pupils contracted slightly, and the tips of her ears instantly turned bright red.

She had no idea when Wen Zhaoci had secretly bought it and even brought it with her. This person always did these embarrassing little things.

Before she could react, Wen Zhaoci lowered his head, forehead to forehead, his voice soft and husky, full of seduction: "Wife, will you wear it for me now?"