The two of them smelled alike and merged into one in the silent space, becoming indistinguishable from one another.

Cheng Qicai felt the damp hair in her hands become fluffy. She turned off the hairdryer and casually used her magic wand cushion to comb his hair. "All done."

Cheng Qicai got up and combed her hair back.

Gu Rongqi looked at her still slightly damp hair and picked up the hairdryer next to him. "Shall I dry it for you?"

Cheng Qicai looked at him and asked with a smile, "Is this considered reciprocity?"

"Mm." Gu Rong nodded.

Cheng Qicai sat cross-legged on the sofa, with her back to Gu Rongqi.

Gu Rongqi switched the hairdryer to a low setting and, imitating Cheng Qicai, gently blew on her hair.

The wind blew her hair, which landed in his palm. He gently held it, just like the feeling of grasping her on the mountaintop that day.

This time it wasn't something vague or unreal; it was something that truly and concretely fell into his hands.

Gu Rongqi smelled the same floral scent on her head as his own, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.

The gentle temperature and Gu Rongqi's light yet firm movements made Cheng Qicai feel drowsy.

This feels so much more comfortable than blow-drying my hair myself. I don't have to lift a finger, and my neck doesn't ache. It's like being an emperor!

No wonder Gu Rongqi asked her to help him blow-dry his hair.

After he finished blowing, he saw that Cheng Qicai had her eyes gently closed and looked like she was asleep.

He gently kissed her lips.

Cheng Qicai felt the warmth on her lips and immediately opened her eyes.

Gu Rongqi noticed the lack of energy in her eyes. "Are you sleepy?"

"A little." Cheng Qicai's voice was somewhat muffled, sounding listless.

Gu Rongqi was blow-drying her hair just now, and it felt so good that she didn't want him to stop.

"Shall I carry you to bed?" Gu Rongqi tucked the hair that had fallen across her forehead behind her ear.

Cheng Qicai, who had just taken a shower, looked fair and tender, and was dressed in pink. Her voice was listless, like a soft, chewy mochi.

Gu Rongqi felt a surge of tenderness in his heart.

Upon hearing that Gu Rongqi was going to carry her to bed, Cheng Qicai immediately woke up.

Judging from Gu Rongqi's expression, he didn't seem to be joking.

Cheng Qicai smiled awkwardly, "I'm not that lazy."

She stood up and walked towards the bedroom. "I'm going to sleep."

"Seven colors!"

She had just reached the door when Gu Rongqi called out to her.

"What?" Cheng Qicai asked, turning around.

"Goodnight kiss," Gu Rongqi reminded him.

Cheng Qicai looked up and perfunctorily pressed her lips to his, just as she was about to withdraw.

Her waist was pulled by a pair of strong, powerful arms, and her mouth was firmly covered again.

Oh! She knew it.

Cheng Qicai sighed inwardly, then followed Gu Rongqi's movements and rhythm.

The air in my mouth is constantly being lost and plundered.

She gripped Gu Rongqi's clothes tightly, as if clinging to a piece of driftwood, in an attempt to overcome his domineering behavior.

"Could you please not kiss for so long next time?"

After Gu Rongqi stopped, Cheng Qicai couldn't help but express her own thoughts, even though she knew Gu Rongqi wouldn't listen.

"cannot."

Gu Rongqi hugged her, pressed his face against hers, and whispered a firm refusal in her ear in a gentle tone.

Cheng Qicai rolled his eyes behind his ear, which he couldn't see. Sometimes, he really had a strange obsession with this.

It's like they're stubbornly clinging to something.

Cheng Qicai complained, "You're too authoritarian, aren't you? You heartless capitalist."

Gu Rongqi smiled, not caring much about the way she addressed him, "But I really want you to sleep with me."

Cheng Qicai: "..."

She looked at Gu Rongqi in shock, feeling the warmth of his embrace, and her heart suddenly felt itchy because of those words.

She asked hesitantly, "Is your sleeping bag proper?"

“It’s a serious case,” Gu Rongqi replied, following the way she had asked the question.

He had the thought in his mind, but he just said it casually, not expecting Cheng Qicai to agree.

So when he saw that Cheng Qicai was really considering it, he smiled happily.

Cheng Qicai was still somewhat hesitant, but Gu Rongqi didn't urge her. He just held her quietly and waited for her answer.

Cheng Qicai thought about it and felt that since they had already kissed, there was nothing wrong with simply sleeping together, right?

She still had a lot of faith in Gu Rongqi's character.

The moment she begins to consider something, it already represents her answer.

She looked up at Gu Rongqi and said haltingly, "Then... let's go."

As she said those words, her face flushed slightly, and she felt a little uneasy.

When Gu Rongqi led her to his bedside, Cheng Qicai had an urge to run away.

She regrets it now. But her hand is still in his!

"You're sleeping over there?" Gu Rongqi asked softly.

Cheng Qicai said stiffly, "Anything is fine."

Gu Rongqi looked at her, who was standing still, and asked with a light laugh, "Are you nervous?"

"Well... of course not." Cheng Qicai retorted stubbornly after being provoked.

Then, she carefully lifted the covers and lay down. The soft blankets felt like heavy stones pressing down on her chest, making her feel suffocated.

She felt that her brain might have been corrupted by Gu Rongqi's kiss, otherwise why would she have agreed to Gu Rongqi's request?

After a commotion, the overhead light was turned off, leaving only the light from the bedside lamp.

Just as Cheng Qicai was regretting her actions, the bed sank in, and the warmth of Gu Rongqi next to her was transferred to her side.

She became even more nervous, clutching the hem of her clothes under the covers.

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