We changed clothes, sweetie.

Ding! The elevator doors on the fifth floor of the Rosewood Hotel opened.

Jonathan was dressed in all black, with exaggerated sunglasses covering almost half of his face, and a large suit jacket concealing his true figure.

He glanced up at the room sign on the corner wall, quickly chose a route, and headed towards 512.

The corridor was long. Jonathan walked past a guest wearing Nepalese flip-flops and didn't notice him as he walked slowly. But the man stopped, turned around, and took out his phone while looking at Jonathan's back.

"Is that man Janus? We should take a picture and show it to Songyun..."

Before the electronic shutter could even click, the guest's small figure was blocked by a wall of people.

"No filming," the human wall said, using loose porcelain characters to stop them.

The guest was completely blocked from view, and all that could be heard was a gasp of fright, followed by a cowardly remark.

"Excuse me, brother, goodbye."

-

Jonathan stopped in front of a door, took out a room key from his back pocket, and was about to open the door when a rough hand grabbed the card reader on the door lock.

“Not good,” Vasin said.

Jonathan had listened to the recording that morning and remembered that Vasin, who had absolutely no talent for lying, had concealed the fact that Jiang Songhe had driven him home. Suddenly, he became very curious about why this idiot had done that. So, with his room key between his legs, he leaned against the door frame and asked with amusement, "Oh? What's wrong with it?"

“The people inside are bullying you, sleepwalking, are you scared?” Seeing that Jonathan didn’t intend to swipe his card, Vasin lowered his eyes and stood at attention, ready to be reprimanded. “He’s bad, I’ve failed in my duty.”

It means: "The people inside bullied you and made you sleepwalk. I hid it because I didn't want you to be afraid. It was my dereliction of duty to give bad people an opportunity to take advantage of you."

What a convenient "I don't want you to be afraid" line. If Jonathan hadn't known that Vasin was transferred from Tang Lan's side to be his bodyguard and assistant because he had inappropriate feelings for Tang's precious daughter, he would have almost believed it.

This big guy, whose loyalty clearly wasn't with him, was willing to humble himself and play dumb for someone he could probably never have, and had unwanted people planted around him, which annoyed Jonathan.

Unfortunately, Wasin grew up in the Tang family, and Tang Fan still cherishes old feelings, so Jonathan couldn't get rid of him no matter what he wanted.

"So afraid of Fan finding out you've neglected your duties?" Jonathan seized on the key point and mocked with a laugh.

Wasin didn't say anything.

"Are you afraid that if you can't even protect me, and then get kicked away, you'll never have a chance to go back to Tang Lan's side?" Jonathan asked again.

Vasin remained silent, lowering his head further, his ear tips faintly reddening.

What a pathetic idiot.

Jonathan rolled his eyes in disdain, deliberately swiping the room card past Wasin's line of sight and pressing it directly against the sensor area. The door mechanically clicked open, and he turned the handle to open the door a crack, instructing, "Go wait for me in the car."

Wasin remained rooted to the spot, standing there as if his feet were rooted to the ground.

"I'm going in now to sleep with the person who bullied me. Aren't you leaving? Do you want to come along?" Jonathan moved aside and made a teasing gesture towards the door.

To everyone's surprise, Wasin actually grabbed her hand and was about to push the door open and enter.

Jonah straightened up and kicked Vasin hard in the shin, who had already stepped into the room. She raised an eyebrow and said angrily, "I'll give you ten seconds to do it, or I'll make sure you disappear right now."

-

As soon as the door to room 512 closed from the inside, Jonathan immediately jumped up and down and muttered a curse.

To find his balance, he rested his hands haphazardly on the countertop of the entryway partition. The dull pain in his feet subsided, and Jonathan found a neatly folded piece of paper. He picked it up and examined it against the light. The contents inside looked like the inner pages of someone's passport.

"Dad! Mom!"

A low, hoarse roar suddenly came from the back of the room. Jonathan was startled and instinctively stuffed the paper into his back pocket before heading to investigate the source of the sound.

The closer you get, the higher the room temperature gets. Jonathan came to the bedroom and pushed open the wooden sliding door. A blast of dry, hot air hit him, almost making him faint.

"The air conditioner is on so high?" After taking a few deep breaths, Jonathan stepped into the bedroom and approached the large figure lying on the bed.

Jiang Songhe felt as if she were enclosed by an invisible grid. She lay curled up on her side under the thick quilt, her pajamas visibly soaked through. Her face was flushed with a sickly redness, and her hair was matted and sticking messily to her forehead.

"If it keeps blowing like this, even if he recovers, he'll be dried fish by now." Jonathan was frowning, but then he chuckled to himself as he thought of "dried fish," correcting himself in his mind to "dried human" as he switched the air conditioner to comfort mode.

Then he squatted down, rested his elbows on the edge of the bed, and observed Jiang Songhe's reaction to changes in room temperature up close.

Why is your brow furrowed even when you're asleep?

Jonah was very curious about the "Sleeping Beauty" version of Jiang Songhe. She tilted her head at the same angle and stretched out her index finger to write the character "川" in the air.

I spent the entire afternoon in the recording studio today, and even had an immersive discussion with the arranger about the starting point of the single's creation. Jonathan's mind is currently filled with the lyrics and melody of "Sacrifice Night Dawn," and he's unconsciously drifting off into a daze...

In the story, his lover, with whom he had a love-hate relationship, gradually takes on a rather concrete form.

Jiang Songhe may be not used to the lowered room temperature, or she may be sweating less and starting to evaporate, causing her to shiver from time to time.

Jonathan snapped out of his reverie and, seeing this, a fresh and strange thought popped into his mind—

Wipe Jiang Songhe's sweat and change her into dry clothes.

He first went to the bathroom to grab a new towel, then went to the dressing room to find a change of pajamas. The closet was wide open, and Jonathan stared at a row of four or five sets, counting the five or six sets he was wearing, all of which were almost identical black suits. He was stunned.

Unexpected yet reasonable, a typical straight man's despairing aesthetic.

It made him laugh again for no apparent reason.

In the end, I went back to the bathroom to get the bathrobe provided by the hotel...

-

Jonathan, on a whim but with little experience in caring for others, instinctively lifted the blanket and began wiping her inch by inch, starting from her forehead, moving down her face, and then her neck.

The skin above her neck was dry, but the ends of her hair were not. Water droplets trickled down the tips of her hair and into her collar. Jiang Songhe shielded her with her arm. Jonathan felt uncomfortable, so he took off his shoes, knelt on the bed, and used one hand to support himself on the headboard while the other hand reached back to wipe that area.

The fingers wrapped around the towel inevitably touched the burning hot skin. Suddenly, Jiang Songhe took Jonathan's hand and covered her chest, slowly turned over and lay on her back, her breathing steady and long.

This gesture reminded Jonathan of certain moments in the Wynn Palace yesterday, where he could feel a strong, rhythmic heartbeat with just his fingertips, thump, thump, thump... It was as if a stroke of genius had come up with the arranger's suggestion to add a heartbeat track to "Night of Dawn".

The "thumping" sound traveled from his fingertips to his eardrums, and Jonah's heartstrings were also plucked, vibrating in unison, creating ripples.

He licked his lips.

Another drop of water meandered down the curve of his neck, and Jonathan, as if possessed, stuck out his tongue, licked, traced, marked, covered, and went all the way up.

"Sweetie, we're changing clothes."

...

Jonah helped Jiang Songhe unbutton her pajamas, like opening a blind box gift, without any rush. She opened one button, wiped one spot, and carefully admired the muscle twitching along the way.

Upon reaching the V-line, the distinct and well-defined lines of the chest and abdomen were laid out like a completed jigsaw puzzle. Jonathan's gaze roamed up and down the waistline, but his hand, which had been resting on the skin, was suddenly grabbed.

Jonah cleverly used his other hand to continue his journey, starting from the lower back, circling the side of his waist, reaching the rectus abdominis chasm, and then moving downwards to loosen it up...

Unfortunately, the voyage never reached its destination. His other hand was also grabbed, and he was suddenly pulled forward, causing Jonathan to fall to the ground and into Jiang Songhe's shoulder and neck.

“Listen to me, you’re great, but the first time you have to experience it with someone you’re worthy of liking, understand?” Jiang Songhe whispered in Jonathan’s ear.

A burning heat flowed between them. Jonathan looked down at the ring on Jiang Songhe's left middle finger and smiled affirmatively, "Pure like a virgin, that's something I really like~"

The person who heard the positive response seemed dissatisfied with the explanation. He called out in a hoarse voice, with a helpless and troubled tone, "Tao Nian!"

Upon hearing this, Jonah grabbed Jiang Songhe's wrist and propped himself up, asking in confusion, "Who are you calling?"

"Jiang Songhe, look at me!"