I believe you have zero romantic history.

With the hormones subsiding, Jiang Songhe brought Jonathan back to the Jiang family villa, and for a moment felt somewhat lost.

The last time Jonathan visited, Jiang Songhe was suffering from alcohol poisoning and was also afflicted with thirst and hunger. Jonathan had a remote video call to participate in the Star Show rematch, so the time they spent together was occupied by specific events, and Jiang Songhe did not feel particularly awkward.

Now that their relationship has progressed rapidly overnight, Jiang Songhe, who has never been in a relationship before, is suddenly panicked. His daily life used to revolve around his younger brother and work, which was very boring. As for how to get along with a partner, he had no idea.

Jonathan clutched the crumpled McDonald's paper bag, and unlike last time, he didn't go inside without making himself at home. His mouth opened and closed from time to time, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't. He just stood there staring at Jiang Songhe in the entryway.

After a while, Jonathan finally made his next move. He glanced at Jiang Songhe's hand and asked, "Isn't that for me?"

Jiang Songhe looked down and saw what she was holding in her hand. She then remembered that when she went to the mall to buy breakfast, she had also bought a pair of plush slippers at an early-opening home furnishing store.

"Oh dear." Jiang Songhe hurriedly tore open the packaging, squatted down and turned the slippers upside down in front of Jonathan's toes. His mind went blank for a moment, then he grabbed Jonathan's ankle and pulled down the zipper of the boots. "They might be a little big."

Jiang Songhe hadn't changed shoes for anyone like this since Jiang Songyun was 7 years old. His hands were clumsy and stiff, and the size difference between him and his partner was too great. His sudden movement caused Jonathan to stumble.

One second Jonathan subconsciously pushed Jiang Songhe's shoulder and said, "I can do it myself, you don't need to do this kind of thing," but the next second he lost his balance on one leg and fell straight down.

Although Jiang Songhe reacted quickly and protected Jonathan's head, this posture protected the top but not the bottom. The two fell, one with a sore back and the other with a sore knee, and they huddled on the ground, grimacing for a long time.

Hahahaha!

Jonathan, having recovered, looked over Jiang Songhe's shoulder and saw the paper bag that had been tossed into the stairwell. He suddenly burst into laughter, his face flushed. He then wrapped his arms around Jiang Songhe's neck and pecked her still-open lips: "Now I'm 100% sure you have zero romantic history."

Jiang Songhe, feeling embarrassed, used both hands to punish Jonathan Xi by pinching the back of his neck and side waist: "You have no manners."

"Ah." Jonathan's breath hitched, and his eyes instantly turned a wet red. He stopped talking and moving, staring at Jiang Songhe for a moment. Then, he slowly pulled his arms back, tilted his head, and leaned closer.

The air grew increasingly hot and dry. Jiang Songhe pursed her lips, her Adam's apple bobbing.

Drip-drop—

The doorbell rang, and Jiang Songhe got off the chair with the latch and sat up abruptly with her arm around Jonathan.

“Uh, it should be Vasin.” Jiang Songhe stood up first, then pulled Jonathan up. “I contacted him through Wu Fangsi and asked him to bring your luggage here.”

"..." Jonathan looked on, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

After the two stood properly, Jiang Songhe opened the door, and sure enough, the person who came in was Wasin, carrying large and small bags.

Jiang Songhe's decision to call Wasin over was made after careful consideration.

There probably aren't any clothes or skincare products at home that are worthy of Jonathan. He had thought about taking Jonathan to the mall to buy new ones, but he was afraid that the top star's outing abroad would cause a riot. He wouldn't be able to explain it to TANG, and it would bring trouble to Jonathan personally.

After inviting Wasin in, Jiang Songhe turned on the central air conditioning, pointed to the restaurant refrigerator and told him to make himself at home and rest for a while on the first floor. Then, she said to Jonathan, who had changed into his own slippers, "Take a shower and change your clothes. I'll send your clothes to the dry cleaners later."

After making the arrangements, Jiang Songhe went upstairs to her room, took off the suit she had worn the night before, which was stained with unspeakable dirt, and went into the bathroom.

As the rushing water washed away the cosmetics clinging to her skin, Jiang Songhe began to struggle again with the question of where to ask Jonathan to stay.

Although Vasin is Jonathan's bodyguard and assistant, he is a guest, and it's inappropriate for him to stay in the basement maid's room, so he has to stay in a guest room on the first floor. If Vasin stays in a guest room, Jonathan can't stay in a guest room with a man; she can't stand it, even if it's a suite.

The largest master bedroom on the second floor, which used to be my parents' room, has now been converted into a memorial room, which is also inappropriate.

Song Yun is a fan of Jonathan, so he might not necessarily be unwilling to contribute his room, but out of respect, Jiang Songhe should at least ask and say hello. However, Jiang Songhe hasn't mentally prepared himself for how to explain it, so he can't bring himself to ask his younger brother for the time being.

As for the other bedrooms that were originally planned for living, except for Jiang Songhe's room, they were all transformed into functional rooms for Songyun to study and play.

Putting aside whether inviting Jonathan to share a bed would be too lewd, it's still a psychological hurdle.

Firstly, the memorial room next door displays portraits of my parents.

Secondly, Jiang Songhe was afraid that the two of them, who had now broken the ice, might actually have a falling out.

"How about... I sleep on the sofa in the living room?" Jiang Songhe hesitated, turned off the shower, pulled off the bath towel, turned around, and was startled.

Jonathan was leaning against the bathroom door frame with his arms crossed, looking at me with amusement.

Jiang Songhe, who rarely even goes to public swimming pools, wasn't used to such openness. She instinctively covered herself, her throat a little tight: "You! You... go out first, wait for me."

Jonathan closed the bathroom door very slowly.

After Jiang Songhe waited until the door was completely closed, he quickly dried himself, put on his bathrobe, tightened his belt, and then opened the door to go out.

As soon as I stepped outside, I was grabbed by the collar, bent over, and had my lips sucked on.

Jiang Songhe felt like he was wearing headphones, specifically bone conduction headphones. He could clearly hear the captivating voice of a top singer buzzing and churning inside his head: "Our CEO Jiang, is he really that innocent?"

Jonathan gave Jiang Songhe no chance to argue, and dragged her backwards into the bedroom.

Jiang Songhe caught a glimpse of a suitcase standing in the middle of the bedroom floor. While inwardly cursing the absurdity of doing this during the day, he was also worried that Jonathan might bump into it. So he could only open his eyes and half-heartedly respond. When they approached the obstacle, he used his superior line of sight to put his arm around Jonathan's shoulder and adjust his position to get over it.

The two stumbled and staggered into the bedroom, one after the other. Jonathan's calf pressed against her, and with a twist of his foot and a powerful waist, he pinned Jiang Songhe to the bed. Only then did he release her, panting, "I remember now, I couldn't help you yesterday."

"Stop fooling around." Jiang Songhe said, trying to lift Jonathan up. Jonathan pressed him down and rubbed against him. He felt the blood in his carotid artery rush to his earlobe and auricle, making him feel a tingling, itchy sensation.

He slammed the back of his head on the mattress and whispered hoarsely, "Wasin, uh, still downstairs, get up!"

“It’s alright, he’s in the guest room, he can’t hear us.” Jonathan remained unmoved, his long fingers sliding down as if to loosen the belt of his bathrobe. “I want to get a good look at the front.”

"Jonathan!" Jiang Songhe grabbed Jonathan's misbehaving hand and shouted sternly.

Jonathan's thin lips trembled, and he choked up as if in surprise, his smile freezing on his face, and he stopped moving.

Seeing this, Jiang Songhe's heart clenched again. She regretted speaking too harshly in her haste. She sighed helplessly, grabbed Jonathan's head, and pressed it against her shoulder: "You didn't eat much for breakfast. I'll go buy groceries and make it again. What do you want to eat?"

“Eat…” Jonathan propped his head up, a smile returning to his face, which pierced his blinking eyes, but it was mischievous.

"Change to another one."

"you."

Jiang Songhe successfully predicted and intercepted the attack, but things were different now. Looking at Jonathan's incredulous and dejected expression, he felt a mix of relief and amusement. He laughed because he found it funny, though he didn't show his teeth, a pair of dimples appeared on either side of his mouth.

Jonathan was stunned, his mouth slightly open, and his face turned suspiciously red.

A strange emotion welled up in Jiang Songhe's chest—triumph. Driven by this emotion, he rolled over and pinned Jonathan down, lifting his chin and gently kissing the tip of his nose and the corner of his lips, maliciously admiring the even more bewildered and reddened face.

Then, defying common sense as a manager, he asked the top singer, who had just been worried about getting into trouble if he went out.

"Want to come along?"

-

Judging from his appearance, Jonathan's build was similar to Jiang Songyun's. He pulled out a brand new, unopened winter outfit from the bottom drawer of the dressing room. It was a set of clothes he had bought for Jiang Songyun, but Jiang Songyun had thought the pink and blue hooded style was childish and hadn't taken it to Manr.

Now it has come in handy, ostensibly to give top celebrities a makeover.

Jonathan didn't seem to mind. He opened his suitcase, took out his outerwear, and put on his silk pajamas. Jiang Songhe coughed lightly, then immediately went into the dressing room to change into a more understated and casual outfit.

After changing their clothes, the two went downstairs together. Jiang Songhe took a mask from the dresser in the entryway and carefully put it on Jonathan. Then she put a large rat-ear hood on Jonathan's head, tightened the drawstring, and left only his eyes to see where he was going.

Having made sure to minimize his top-tier looks, Jiang Songhe grabbed a Volvo car key from the storage tray with one hand and held onto Jonathan's thick suede gloves with the other, then set off as if nothing was amiss.

Instead of choosing a large, trendy shopping mall near the villa area where young people like to flock, Jiang Songhe drove a long way to a more remote farmers' market.

On the way, Jonathan sat in the passenger seat, using his gloves to slightly pry open the small window in front of him, curiously looking out of the car. Because of his bulky clothes, he could only awkwardly twist his body back and forth, restrained by the seat belt, asking where this was and where that was.

Jiang Songhe answered all the questions with a light laugh, and more than 30 minutes later, they parked at their destination.

“This place looks a bit backward, but the stall owners are usually villagers who live nearby.” Jiang Songhe got out of the driver’s seat, walked around the front of the car to the passenger side, opened the door, and bent down to unbuckle the bread vendor’s seatbelt. “The ingredients are all grown by their own families, so they are very fresh.”

Jonathan held his head and looked down to step down.

Jiang Songhe's idea was rather impromptu; he had forgotten to think of seasonal ingredients and corresponding recipes on the way, so he had to come up with something at the last minute. After hearing Jonathan close the car door, he pressed the key to lock the car and turned around to glance at what was being sold at the roadside stalls.

It was roughly a stall selling live fish, chickens, and ducks, which needed to be processed outdoors... Jiang Songhe got the idea, looked around, and realized that the bread man hadn't followed, so he went back to look for him.

Why are you still standing by the car door? Do you think this place is no good?

"If you're not used to it, shall we go to Sanyuanli or Sam's?" Jiang Songhe walked over and unlocked the Volvo.

The bread man shook his head, probably because he hadn't been back to the Porcelain Kingdom for too long and was having trouble adjusting to the cold of Jingting. A slurping sound came from the "small window," followed by three words uttered in a slightly nasal tone.

"Hold my hand."