Jiang Cheng looked at Pei Xi with surprise in his eyes, somewhat stunned.

After a long pause, he hesitated and asked, "...What did you call me?"

Pei Xi held his hand, her eyes crinkling, "Ah Cheng."

Jiang Cheng remained silent, his chest rising and falling slightly. Pei Xi called out several more times, in a coquettish manner, "Ah Cheng, Ah Cheng, Ah Cheng..."

Jiang Chengchui tightened his grip on his side.

He has never liked his name since he was a child.

But for some reason, when she called him out, he suddenly felt that it wasn't so bad, and even sounded quite nice.

Pei Xi held his hand, unconsciously squeezing his knuckles, then gently shaking it. "Have I ever told you that I really like your name? I think it sounds beautiful."

Jiang Cheng was taken aback, then curled his lips into a smile. "What's so good about it?"

“It just sounds really good.” Pei Xi said matter-of-factly.

She gave a light snort. "I'm very good at Chinese. I even won second prize in a writing competition. Let me tell you, the character '承' can be used to make a lot of words."

"For example, commitment, responsibility, and honesty."

"Each word gives off a powerful feeling, don't you think?"

Pei Xi tilted her head back and asked him, seemingly not expecting an answer, and continued to say to herself, "No matter what your name meant at the beginning, to me, it just sounds nice, it's beautiful, and I just like it very much."

After saying that, she looked a little embarrassed and said, "Maybe this is what they call 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder'."

Jiang Cheng lowered his eyes and stared at her intently. His hand, which she was holding, instinctively twitched, but she turned the tables and hooked it back into his.

He suddenly didn't know what to say.

He had never taken those hysterical shouts and beatings to heart, but at this moment, upon hearing Pei Xi's words, his chest began to ache and swell uncontrollably.

I didn't realize that "承" could be combined with so many words.

"Cheng" does not mean "to bear pain".

Rather, it is out of gratitude for your love.

I am grateful for the purest, warmest, and most beautiful love in the world.

Jiang Cheng took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly, and looked at Pei Xi in a low voice, "Could you... call me again?"

Pei Xi blinked. "Then come over here and sit down." She patted the seat next to her.

Jiang Cheng obediently sat down on the edge of the bed.

The next second, Pei Xi suddenly stood up, sat on his lap, put his hands on his shoulders, and faced him.

Jiang Cheng froze, a look of astonishment flashing across his face.

The two locked eyes, and Pei Xi suddenly lowered her head and unexpectedly kissed him on the lips.

She looked at him with a smile and said, "Here's a goodnight kiss for you, Cheng."

Jiang Cheng's hands froze at his sides, unsure of where to put them, and he just gripped the edge of the bed tightly.

Pei Xi didn't get up; instead, she just stared at him.

"I held back for a long time while watching the gala. But then a sentence suddenly came to mind."

"You said before that once we were together, I could kiss you however I wanted..."

"You'll definitely keep your word, right?"

Pei Xi's long eyelashes fluttered, and she asked earnestly.

Jiang Cheng's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and his gaze fell on her rosy lips. Suddenly, he felt a little thirsty.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Pei Xi grunted, turned his head to the side, and frowned slightly, saying, "If you don't want to kiss me, then forget it."

“I do want to.” Jiang Cheng immediately replied, his suppressed desire making his voice deep and hoarse.

A dark glint flashed in his eyes, but she didn't understand that for him, resisting the urge to kiss her was a torment.

But kissing her is another kind of torment.

"and you..."

Pei Xi turned her head, but before she could finish speaking, Jiang Cheng had already kissed her.

He supported the back of her head with one hand and placed the other on her shoulder blade, holding her in his arms with a sense of security.

This time, his kiss was gentler than the previous two, less fierce. He lightly kissed the corner of her lips and licked her lips with his tongue. Pei Xi felt weak all over from this gentle onslaught and clung to his shoulder.

After kissing for a while, Jiang Cheng released her, his breathing heavy, as if he was desperately holding back something.

Pei Xi had no idea that if she sat any closer to his waist and abdomen, he might actually die.

"Goodnight kiss, are you satisfied?" Jiang Cheng asked, panting, pressing his forehead against hers.

“Satisfied…” Pei Xi calmed her breathing for a moment, then got off him, crawled back into the covers, and looked at him. “It’s getting late, I need to sleep now.”

Jiang Cheng forced a smile at her, then got up. "Okay, you go to sleep first, I'm going to take a shower."

"Okay, okay, go take a shower." Pei Xi nodded from under the covers.

She buried her face in the blanket and didn't see that Jiang Cheng's steps were somewhat hurried as he walked out.

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom and didn't stop for a long time. Pei Xi didn't realize that, unlike before, Jiang Cheng's shower took a long time this time.

Unaware of her surroundings, she fell asleep soon after, lulled by the sound of water.

The next morning, when Pei Xi got up, Jiang Cheng had already gone out to buy breakfast.

Pei Xi was eating breakfast while scrolling through her phone. She hadn't had a chance to check her account since last night, and when she logged in, she found it was in complete chaos.

The fans below kept asking who the account she retweeted belonged to.

While drinking soy milk through a straw, Pei Xi randomly picked someone and typed a reply: "My boyfriend."

His tone was as relaxed and natural as if he were commenting on whether the soy milk in his mouth was sweet or not.

I had just sent the message when I heard a soft cough next to me, followed by a sniffling sound.

Pei Xi looked up sharply at Jiang Cheng, her brows furrowing slightly. "You have a cold?"

"Maybe so," Jiang Cheng nodded.

Pei Xi suddenly felt a little guilty. Jiang Cheng had covered her with a blanket yesterday, while he himself had only used a small summer blanket on the sofa.

It must be frozen.

Seeing Pei Xi's worried look, Jiang Cheng shook his head and handed her a steamed bun, "I'm fine, don't worry about me."

Pei Xi took the steamed bun, but the worry in her eyes didn't disappear. She sighed softly and said, "I was thinking, does that mean I can't kiss you for the next few days?"

Jiang Cheng: "......"