Jingyan was indeed hungry, devouring the noodles quickly like a wind sweeping through.
After eating, he washed the bowl.
Returning to the bedroom, Ruanruan leaned against the headboard reading a book.
Under the soft yellow light, she wore a thin slip dress, her black hair straight and cascading over her shoulders, her delicate face focused.
Jingyan purposely made a noise with his belt buckle.
He said confidently, "I’m sleeping here."
Ruanruan bit her lip: "At this rate, someone will discover us eventually."
Jingyan was nonchalant: "Let them find out."
"And then?" she countered.
Jingyan understood her meaning and sat down by the bed, asking softly, "Are you angry?"
Ruanruan hummed a response, then added, "Since we both have things to do, we need to be careful."
Jingyan suddenly laughed, then stood up and began to undress.
He purposely stripped down by the bed, leaving his clothes in a messy pile, and then went to the bathroom.
Soon, the sound of the shower echoed from the bathroom, Ruanruan couldn’t help but go to the bathroom door and ask him, "What are you laughing about?"
Jingyan’s voice came out, unclear: "Ruanruan, you’ve already gotten used to sleeping with me."
Ruanruan felt both embarrassed and irritated.
Who got used to it? It was clearly him who wouldn’t leave.
If it weren’t for fear of being seen, she really wanted to throw all his clothes out.
But in the end, she obediently picked up his scattered clothes, folded them one by one, and placed them on the sofa, deciding to simply cover herself with the blanket and go to sleep.
Five minutes later, Jingyan came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, seeing her pretending to be asleep under the blanket.
He smiled briefly, reaching into his pants pocket for a cigarette pack, planning to step outside for a smoke.
Before he reached the door, Ruanruan got out of bed and ran over to hug him.
Jingyan patted her hand: "Be good, I’m just having a cigarette."
"People might see," she said softly, her voice quivering, "Jingyan, if you keep doing this, I won’t stay with you anymore."
Jingyan turned around, lifting her little face.
Her lips trembled, looking at him pitifully.
Jingyan reassured, "Don’t worry, no one dares to speak."
She still hugged him, not allowing him to leave.
Suddenly, Jingyan lifted her horizontally, his voice hoarse: "Then let’s find another way to relieve the boredom."
Ruanruan was extremely embarrassed, hitting him: "You might as well go smoke."
He lowered his head to kiss her, his voice huskily appealing, "You’re much more interesting than smoking."
That night, she despised him deeply!
He enjoyed forcing her to do all sorts of strange things that she disliked.
Afterward, Ruanruan chased him away.
She looked in the mirror, feeling both embarrassed and infuriated.
He was truly shameless.
Outside, Jingyan held a thin strand of hair.
This was Ruanruan’s hair, which he would personally deliver to Gu Ze tomorrow morning.
That night, she was angry with him, and at breakfast the next morning, she refused to sit with him.
Sitting across from each other, Ruanruan never looked his way.
Jingyan looked particularly handsome that day, his hair neatly trimmed, his facial features defined.
Dressed in a white shirt and a dark gray diagonal-striped tie, his trousers also matched in a slightly woolen fabric.
He was in a very good mood, partly because Bao Ziqi was getting engaged, and partly due to last night’s events.
A man who has had such experiences often carries more masculinity.
Even though he still held back.
Bao Ziqi came downstairs.
After looking at the setup on the dining table, he sat down next to Ruanruan.
Jingyan was very generous.
Even if they sat together every day, only Su Qionglin’s name would be on Bao Ziqi’s household register.