Song Xingjin takes time out every week to exercise. There are faint muscle lines on his forearms, making him look strong and powerful.

Zhang Qiao couldn't wait to see him leaning against her side with veins bulging on his arms.

After rolling up his sleeves, Zhang Qiao stood on tiptoe, put her arms around Song Xingjin's neck, and asked him, "Song Xingjin, how long do you want to wait before you are willing to do it with me?"

Song Xingjin was confused by her bluntness and didn't know how to respond. He chuckled softly, "Didn't you say it's too early?"

It also reminded him not to be too impatient.

"It was a little early that day, but we had been talking for over a month."

Her eyes were full of possessiveness, and her slender fingers drew circles on his chest. "Besides, I've been wanting to sleep with you for a long time."

Song Xingjin: “…”

He grabbed her hand, forced himself to remain calm, and said with a hint of hoarseness, "Wait until your parents agree to our relationship. There's no rush."

"How long do we have to wait?"

The studio's dividends are settled once a year, and Zhang Qiao originally planned to wait until the dividends were received before confessing to her parents.

She wanted to show them that she had the ability to make money, so that even if her parents disagreed, they wouldn't worry about her.

Song Xingjin lowered his head and kissed her, "It's getting late, I'll cook first."

Zhang Qiao was discouraged and let go of her hand.

She also admired Song Xingjin. No matter how she flirted with him, he could always restrain himself at the critical moment, like a "Ninja Turtle".

Zhang Qiao sent a message to Jiang Yining: [How long have you and He Chi been sleeping in separate beds?]

Jiang Yining also understood her and knew that Zhang Qiao's question was more than just sleeping in separate beds: [About a month or so, I don't remember exactly.]

Jiang Yining asked: [You took the initiative, but Song Xingjin still didn't want to?]

Zhang Qiao replied helplessly: [Yes.]

She hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Ningning, I'm almost doubting whether Song Xingjin is no longer capable. Otherwise, what man can remain calm and collected?"

Song Xingjin's mouth twitched fiercely. He asked with a dark face, "Are your conversations usually so explicit?"

He really didn't understand how best friends could talk about this? Wasn't this a very private matter?

Song Xingjin asked again, "After they got their marriage certificate, they slept in separate beds?"

Zhang Qiao turned off her phone and jumped anxiously, "Song Xingjin, stop peeking at us chatting. When did you stand behind me?"

Song Xingjin replied: "When you said I couldn't do it."

Zhang Qiao: “…”

She went outside with her cell phone, leaving Song Xingjin alone in the kitchen to cook dinner.

Seeing her go out, Song Xingjin called the front desk and asked them to send something over.

He then turned to He Chi: "I don't quite understand how you guys are doing this. You're getting married and you're still sleeping in separate beds?"

About ten minutes later, Song Xingjin received a reply from He Chi.

He asked: [Song Xingjin, are you really not capable?]

Upon seeing this message, Song Xingjin's face visibly darkened.

A few minutes later, Zhang Qiao heard the doorbell ring. She went to open the door and it was the lobby manager.

She smiled and said, "Hello, Miss Zhang, this is what Mr. Song wanted."

Zhang Qiao's cheeks flushed red as she looked at the item handed over by the lobby manager. She pretended to be calm and took it. "Thank you...for bothering you."

The lobby manager said politely, "It's no trouble. I wish you and Mr. Song a wonderful evening."

Zhang Qiao: “…”

She put the things on the table in the living room, sat on the sofa and gently patted her hot cheeks.

After thinking about it, Zhang Qiao picked up her phone and told Jiang Yining what had just happened. She asked: "Ningning, I haven't tried it before. Is it painful?"

In front of Zhang Qiao, Jiang Yining was also very relaxed. She generously shared her experience with Zhang Qiao: [Actually, this depends on the man's skills. It's a bit uncomfortable at the beginning.]