I told you not to fucking eat it.

On her way to buy medicine and bandages, Jiang Songhe already had a vague suspicion in her mind.

Although there was no concrete evidence, recent events were truly bizarre. He felt like a mouse, picking up the bait that Jonathan, the cat, had set up along the way, and finally falling into the trap tailor-made for him.

But since there was no evidence, he could only try to make logical inferences.

Jonathan and Quinn are both judges on the show, so they must have some interaction, but he never thought about the depth of their interaction.

First, Kun Ji'en got drunk and stalled for time, leaving him no room to consider and forcing him to accept the room key for the Tang Dynasty rooftop twin suite.

Then Jonathan staged a terrifying sleepwalking scene right before his eyes, clinging to him after he rescued someone and refusing to let go, leaving him no choice but to share a bed with him all night, his arm around Jonathan's. To make matters worse, he was so tired that he had a nightmare and even cried, and, to make matters worse, wiped his nose with Jonathan's expensive robe…

One thing leads to another, which has led to the absurd situation we are in now, revolving around the endless cycle of debt repayment.

If this is Jonah's trap, when exactly did it begin? Which part is real and which part is fake?

Does Jonathan have sleepwalking disorder? Did he decide to lie to him and play tricks on him ever since that incident in the Vito?

Jiang Songhe suddenly realized that Jonah had never admitted to sleepwalking; it was all just his own assumption from the beginning.

Isn't this exactly what they deserved?

That's not right either.

If Jonathan doesn't have sleepwalking, why would the Tang Dynasty Hotel go to such lengths to install clearly targeted infrared devices in every room? If the goal was just to trap him, wouldn't it have been simpler to install them only in the penthouse suite?

Furthermore, would a top celebrity with "many fans" really be worth doing things that would harm himself just to set a trap for this thirty-something-year-old man? Unless he's truly insane.

...

Jiang Songhe's logical thinking completely collapsed here, and she hated this feeling of being unable to untangle the mess and being powerless to turn things around.

He was very annoyed and angry at Jonathan for being such a troublemaker.

I'm even more annoyed and angry with myself.

Why did I have such a bad feeling, yet still let this ridiculous brat manipulate me again and again? Why, knowing I was being manipulated, did I kneel on the ground like a servant, carefully applying medicine and bandaging this brat? Didn't I know to take him to the hospital?

Damn it, you're mentally challenged.

After the mentally challenged individual explained his marital status to Jonathan and offered to take good care of him, he took the plate of cold, pan-fried cod back to room B, watched the heat, re-fried it, and fed it to the person who had the intellectual disability. What happened to the promise that it could be eaten hot or cold?

Damn simp.

That same day, the simp went to the supermarket again to replenish the refrigerator's stock. The next day at noon, Jiang Songyun didn't send a WeChat message because he had to attend his weakest music theory class. Instead, he agreed to the creditor's supervisor's request and moved the fresh ingredients, pots and pans, and other household items into room A.

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"It's noon, what would you like to eat?" Jiang Songhe prepared the dishes herself, without looking at the creditor who said he had just woken up but looked radiant.

“Eat you, hiss…” Jonathan rested his chin on his left hand and habitually tapped his cheek with his five fingers, forgetting his hand injury.

After the red velvet bathrobe was cleaned, it was returned to Jonathan in all its glory, with the collar plunging even lower and wider than before.

Jonah leaned forward, his upper body facing Jiang Songhe, ensuring that even a fleeting glance from the other's perspective would reveal glimpses of his sculpted muscles.

Jiang Songhe quickly glanced over, rolled his eyes, and immediately looked away. Having experienced many absurd things, he gradually became accustomed to Jonathan's teasing tricks and even began to desensitize himself.

"You'll have inflammation these next few days, so eat something light," Jiang Songhe said calmly, making the decision for her.

"What's the point?" Seeing that Jiang Songhe didn't respond, Jonathan pulled out a high stool and sat down. "It has no flavor at all. I want you to make me some home-style dishes."

"Whatever you want." Although she said this, Jiang Songhe was already thinking about what she could make with the available ingredients and how many dishes she could cook.

When you have inflammation, you should avoid greasy and spicy foods, heavily seasoned foods, pickled foods, and foods that may trigger inflammation...

Jiang Songhe mentally prepared a list of light and simple home-style recipes, washed her hands several times, put on gloves and an apron, and began working with practiced ease.

...

Perhaps the scene before her eyes felt unreal, like a dream, because Jonathan felt his eyelids drooping.

Not wanting to miss a single moment of Jiang Songhe's domestic life, and finding the noise of the coffee machine disturbing, he quietly took out a crystal pour-over coffee set from the cabinet and started grinding coffee beans himself to stay awake.

Clang clang clang...

Why is this thing so loud?!

Jonathan hurriedly stuffed the cold hand-cranked coffee grinder into his bathrobe and turned the crank, shivering with each turn.

"What...what are you doing?!"

Jonathan was startled by the angry shout. He saw Jiang Songhe standing frozen behind the counter, holding a plate of food, her eyebrows twitching wildly, her face pale, and her ears red, probably from shock and anger.

Sh*t! (Damn it!)

Jonathan instantly realized that his current actions looked somewhat lewd from the other side, so he quickly pulled out the coffee grinder to prove his innocence: "I want to drink coffee..."

"Uh, what kind of coffee do you drink when you have inflammation?" Jiang Songhe coughed lightly and asked seriously, then put down the plate and took a cup of honey lemon water from behind her and pushed it to the other side, "Drink this."

Jonathan felt his face burning brightly, so he quickly picked up the cup in front of him and obediently took a sip.

Hey, it's not like I've never actually done that to his face before, what's the panic?

Instead of figuring out "what's the rush?", he remembered "how could you have done that?" It was supposed to be part of a cat-and-mouse game that he was used to and even starting to get tired of, but it unexpectedly made his face burn even more.

Jonathan couldn't understand why he was behaving strangely; maybe it was because he was waking up too early and his brain wasn't working properly.

When there are no announcements, Jonathan usually sleeps until the afternoon.

He woke up naturally around 8 a.m. this morning, got out of bed, took a shower and shaved as quickly as possible, and then called the internal line to urge the delivery of the robe he was wearing as a bargaining chip for debt. After receiving it before noon, he sprayed several times on myrtle and California laurel perfume, which is full of atmosphere.

The rich aroma of the food interrupted Jonathan's daydreams. He hadn't yet witnessed the entire cooking process of Jiang Songhe. When Jonathan refocused his gaze, the table was already covered in lush greenery.

Jiang Songhe prepared a table full of steamed and blanched dishes, including steamed cod, blanched broccoli, and stir-fried lean beef with celery...

"Eat quickly, I'll leave after you finish." Jiang Songhe didn't seem to want to sit down and have lunch with them. She pretended to be busy and turned to clean up the kitchen waste.

After getting to know him, Jonathan realized that Jiang Songhe was a stubborn but soft-hearted person. Whenever he said something unpleasant, Jonathan would just ignore it and pretend that Jiang Songhe was being inarticulate, leaving Jonathan speechless and helpless.

"Wow, how are you so amazing~~~" Jonathan looked at the brand new chopsticks on the side of the bowl, but wasn't used to them, so he finally chose a spoon.

Jiang Songhe ignored him, but the busy figure in front of the stove paused for a second.

Jonathan chuckled, lowered his head, gripped the long handle of the spoon with both hands, rubbed his fingertips together a few times to mentally prepare himself, raised it and lowered it again, twisting his wrist several times in preparation to start eating, but he couldn't manage it for a long time.

He pursed his lips, his smile somewhat strange.

The aftereffect of waking up too early is a complete loss of appetite. In fact, from yesterday until now, the only thing he has eaten is the piece of cod that he tricked Jiang Songhe into feeding him.

He could clearly feel his stomach was empty and he was so hungry that he was nauseous, but even though he was happy to see a table full of food that he had been longing for, he just couldn't bring himself to swallow it.

Damn it, I forgot to bring the licorice candy.

In the past, when this happened, I would eat a few pieces, and with the taste in my mouth, I could usually manage to eat some of them.

"What's wrong? You're not used to the porcelain food?" Jiang Songhe asked, turning her head after hearing no sound from behind her for a while.

"What? You made it yourself. I'm recording this first time you gave me with my own eyes." Jonathan immediately shut Jiang Songhe up with a flirtatious remark. Otherwise, this guy would probably say something like "If you can't stand it, eat it; if you can't, throw it away" like a hedgehog, ruining the mood.

That would make it even harder for him to eat.

It would be such a waste to make such a big leap in the game only to be brought back to square one because of a few bites of food.

In order to catch his prey as soon as possible, Jonah took a deep breath, gathered all the dishes on the table into the largest bowl, and then used a spoon to mix the food together.

"I'm starting to eat~~" Jonathan said loudly and exaggeratedly to Jiang Songhe's back, also as a psychological suggestion to himself. Then he closed his eyes, scooped a big spoonful from the bowl and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing it whole without chewing it properly.

One bite, two bites, three bites, three bites, three bites...

Just swallow it, damn it!

"Huff..." Jonathan gagged softly, hastily pulled a napkin to cover his mouth, and peeked at Jiang Songhe through the edge of the napkin to see if he had heard.

Jiang Songhe paused again, clearly having heard it.

For some reason, the helplessness and panic I felt when I did something wrong as a child have been grotesquely ripped out from my long-faded, distant memories and surfaced in my mind.

Jonathan's breath hitched, and driven by this feeling, he gripped the spoon tighter and swallowed more hurriedly and in larger gulps.

"Tsk, if you don't like it, don't force yourself to eat it. I can just give you another one..." Jiang Songhe's voice came from afar.

“Delicious…” Jonathan was afraid that his eyes would be seen, so he lowered his head even further. To show that he was telling the truth, he simply hugged the bowl in front of him, which was bigger than his face, with his bandaged hand.

"I told you not to eat, did you hear me?!" Long, well-defined fingers tapped the table a few times out of the corner of her eye.

Two drops of clear liquid landed on the back of Jonathan's hand holding the spoon, but he didn't notice at all. Just as he was about to put the spoon in his mouth, it was suddenly slapped away and shattered on the ground.

"I said, stop fucking eating!"