"Luo Shi?"

Jiang Fei reached out and waved in front of Luo Shi, her eyes full of confusion.

Luo Shi barely regained his senses, but the mark on her collarbone was like a brand imprint on his mind, lingering and reminding him of what had happened last night.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Fei leaned closer to him, unable to hide her worry.

Luo Shi's eyelashes trembled slightly. She lowered her eyes, composed herself, and asked in a hoarse voice, "What did you just say?"

Jiang Fei seemed to wake from a dream, hurriedly took half a step forward, and looked at his chest: "How did you get a wound on your chest? How do you feel now? Does it still hurt? Let me put some medicine on it for you..."

As she spoke, she reached out to gently touch his chest.

Luo Shi gripped the wheelchair tightly and quickly backed away to avoid her hand.

Jiang Fei's hand froze in mid-air, her voice much lower: "Luo Shi?"

Luo Shi looked at her hand, her grip on the side of the wheelchair tightening until the veins on the back of her hand bulged.

He had no injuries to his chest.

The injured one is the man in the photo.

Even without showing his face, he knew who was on top.

Cheng Ji.

But Jiang Fei didn't know that.

Luo Shi looked at the woman in front of him, and after a long while, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down: "It's alright."

Jiang Fei said, "But last night..."

"It's alright now," Luo Shi said again.

Seeing this, Jiang Fei didn't say anything more, but just lowered her head and her toes on the carpet twitched slightly.

Luo Shi looked at her, the books beside him rustling in the breeze coming through the half-open window. He paused, then said, "I'll apply the medicine."

Jiang Fei's previously downcast eyes immediately brightened with surprise as she looked at him, then nodded: "Then you must remember."

Luo met her gaze, but his eyes fell on her collarbone again.

He couldn't help but reach out and gently rub the teeth marks on her collarbone with the back of his fingers. For a moment, he wanted to use a thin blade to gouge those marks out.

Even if it's a bloody mess, it's still much cuter than these teeth marks.

Jiang Fei's uneasy voice came through: "Luo Shi?"

Luo Shi suddenly woke up, and when he met her gaze, he was terrified. He turned around and walked to the other side of the corridor, leaving without looking back.

Is this really what he wants?

Jiang Fei remained half-squatting on the ground, watching Luo Shi's figure gradually disappear into the distance until it vanished around the corner of the corridor. Only then did she slowly stand up, lower her eyes, and smile after a long while.

Luo Shi's favorability rating has reached 30.

Not only did they not release any photos, but they even admitted to the injury on his chest?

"Miss Jiang." The assistant walked over, holding a black brocade box in her hand.

Jiang Fei glanced at the brocade box: "What's this?"

"These are the engagement rings we didn't have time to exchange yesterday," the assistant said with an awkward smile. They didn't dare disturb Mr. Luo in his current state. "What do you think..."

"Give it to me." Jiang Fei took the brocade box, and after returning to her room, she opened it, revealing two elegant couple's diamond rings placed quietly inside.

Jiang Fei frowned. Just by looking at it, she could tell that the ring was larger than her finger.

She tried it on, and sure enough, it was a whole size bigger.

They're so careless about even the engagement ring.

Jiang Fei put the ring back in the brocade box, then suddenly thought of something and chuckled.

Since it's not suitable, then let it remain unsuitable to the end.

With that in mind, she changed into a long dress.

[System: Host, where are you going?]

Jiang Fei found a light-colored silk scarf and tied it around her neck to cover the teeth marks on her collarbone: "Buy a ring."

[System: Now?]

"Hmm," Jiang Fei replied casually.

She remembered that the largest jewelry family in Jincheng was the Cheng family.

...

When Cheng Ji returned to his private apartment, it was still dark.

The apartment was newly bought by him, and the room was empty. Naturally, no one would be waiting for him. Anyway, the couple who should have called him "parents" had always been indifferent to him since he was a child, so he was used to it.

He took a glass of ice water from the refrigerator and drank it while picking up the ointment from the coffee table. The ice water irritated the wound on his lip, and Cheng Ji couldn't help but frown.

The next second, he thought of something, walked to the mirror, and lifted his shirt.

The wound on his chest was from a race where he accidentally won and was then attacked by those who couldn't accept defeat. Although he fought back, he inevitably got a cut.

But now...

Cheng Ji frowned as he looked at the wound in the mirror. There was a faint lipstick mark on the wound, like a hickey.

"It won't hurt anymore." The woman's voice, gentle as a spring breeze, rang in my ears, along with the kiss imprinted on the wound.

It was that kiss that made him finally let her go, but he was still unwilling to give up. He took a random photo and left it for Luo Shi, which was a way of venting his anger.

However……

Cheng Ji looked at the lip print next to the wound in the mirror again, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily.

The next second he suddenly realized what was happening, quickly put down his shirt, cursed under his breath, threw the ointment aside, and swallowed several mouthfuls of ice water.

The phone next to me rang.

Cheng Ji frowned and answered impatiently, "Hello?"

"Ah Ji, come out and play?" A soft female voice came through the receiver.

Cheng Ji frowned, about to refuse, but then remembered something and unconsciously touched the wound on his chest: "Hmm."

...

Jiang Fei has only one criterion for choosing a ring: she likes it.

Therefore, when the sales assistant looked troubled and said that the men's wedding rings she liked were only available in the smallest size, she bought them without hesitation.

Unexpectedly, when Jiang Fei turned around, she saw Cheng Ji standing not far away, with a girl in a black short skirt standing next to him.

The girl was looking at the jewelry in the display case, while Cheng Ji was staring at her.

Jiang Fei raised her eyebrows slightly.

This is Cheng's territory. She had planned to inquire about Cheng Ji here, but meeting someone else was an unexpected bonus.

However, upon closer examination, she probably didn't know him at that time.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fei simply nodded and smiled politely at Cheng Ji, looked away, took the ring from the sales assistant, and turned to leave.

Cheng Ji was still staring at her, watching her leave without looking back, before licking the wound on the corner of his lip and letting out a cold sneer.

Last night, she was almost naked, nestled in his arms, embracing him, and kissing his chest. The marks under her silk scarf were from the bite he made last night.

I don't remember anything about it today.

Even if she was drugged, it's still... kind of unpleasant.

Cheng Ji frowned, feeling a sudden burning sensation in his chest wound, and he couldn't help but press it gently.

"Aji?" The girl beside him tugged at his arm, holding a necklace in her hand. "How about this?"

Cheng Ji withdrew his gaze, glanced at the necklace, and nodded perfunctorily: "It looks good."

"Then this..."

“Take them all,” Cheng Ji interrupted her. “You pick one first.”

After saying that, he walked to the sales counter where he had just been.

"Mr. Cheng?" the sales assistant asked in surprise.

Cheng Ji asked, "What did that woman buy just now?"

The sales assistant was puzzled, then suddenly realized what she meant and quickly replied, "Couple rings."

...

at the same time.

Back at the villa, Luo Shi went straight to the study, but couldn't concentrate on reading the documents.

The crumpled photo was placed face down on the book, but as soon as I closed my eyes, the image in the photo would appear before my eyes.

Cheng Ji's hands were tightly wrapped around her waist. Her smooth back and the small mole on her shoulder blade were serene and alluring in the dim light.

All thanks to him, created by his own hand.

But it was also he who deserted at the last moment.

He hid the photos that should have ended the game, and even accepted the wound on his chest that wasn't his own.

After a long while, he brushed the photo aside, opened the book's title page, and gently touched the line of small print.

Suddenly, there were footsteps outside the door.

Luo quickly tucked the photo into the book and hid the book in the drawer.

"Mr. Luo?" came the assistant's voice.

Luo Shi lowered her eyes and said, "Come in."

The assistant quietly pushed open the door: "Miss Jiang is back."

Luo Shi's fingers tightened, a surge of urge to avoid her rising within him, but he suppressed it: "Where did she go?"

"I went to buy an engagement ring."

Luo Shi frowned: "Isn't it already there?"

“Yes,” the assistant said in a low voice, “but Miss Jiang’s ring size is not right.”

Inappropriate.

Luo Shi's heart skipped a beat. He hadn't cared about her at all, so it was definitely inappropriate.

A soft knock sounded on the door.

Luo Shi looked up at his assistant, who tactfully went to open the door.

The door had just opened when the woman's joyful voice rang out: "Luo Shi..." but she paused when she saw her assistant.

The assistant nodded hurriedly, "Ms. Jiang." After saying goodbye, she quickly closed the door and left.

Jiang Fei stood at the door, her face flushed, and remained motionless until her assistant disappeared.

Luo Shi looked at her: "Are you planning to stand there forever?"

Jiang Fei quickly shook her head and walked over, took out the brocade box from her handbag, opened it, and presented it to him like a treasure: "What do you think of the ring I bought? Do you like it?"

Luo Shi looked at the two rings placed together; they were a very simple design.

He lowered his eyes and casually asked, "Don't you like the ring from yesterday?"

Jiang Fei paused for two seconds before smiling with narrowed eyes: "The rings from yesterday were for the engagement ceremony. I heard that it's unlucky not to exchange them at the engagement ceremony, and that the lovers won't last long, so I specially bought new ones today."

Luo Shi looked at her, and from beginning to end, she didn't mention that the ring didn't fit.

Jiang Fei had already put the ring on her middle finger and waved it in front of him: "How is it? Does it look good?"

Luo stared at her hand.

Her hands were very white, the kind of white that's translucent and crystalline. Her fingers were slender, and the platinum ring she wore looked beautiful against them.

It was also warm.

He knew very well that her palms would always be warm.

Luo Shi couldn't help but move her fingers, wanting to... touch it, but then she realized what she was doing, pursed her lips, and placed her hand on the side of the wheelchair.

The next second, Jiang Fei suddenly grabbed his hand.

Luo Shixin's heart skipped a beat.

"Why are your hands so cold?" Jiang Fei exclaimed softly, taking his hand in her palm and rubbing it.

Luo Shi looked at his hands being enveloped by hers. Unlike Luo Wan's cold fingertips when she held him in the hospital, her hands were indeed warm.

Once the ring had warmed up enough, Jiang Fei took out another ring from the side, looked up at him and smiled, her eyes sparkling: "Mr. Luo Shi, now let your fiancée put the ring on your finger."

After saying that, she was about to put it on his middle finger.

Luo Shi's fingertips twitched, unable to resist reaching forward to absorb more warmth. He was so focused on exploring that he didn't even notice whether the ring fit properly.

The light in Jiang Fei's eyes gradually faded, and she disappointedly took the ring back, her expression downcast: "Luo Shi, the ring is too small."

Luo Shi looked down at the ring.

The words "inappropriate" popped up again.

He narrowed his eyes, looking at Jiang Fei, unable to suppress the curiosity in his heart. The ring he gave her yesterday was inappropriate, and the one she gave him today was inappropriate as well, as if... it was intentional.

What did she know?

“That shouldn’t be the case…” Jiang Fei tilted her head and murmured, “I secretly measured your fingers last night…”

As she spoke, she grasped Luo Shi's hand and intertwined her fingers with his: "That's it, I measured it."

last night.

Luo Shi abruptly pulled his hand back.

Jiang Fei's hand suddenly went empty, and she looked at him in confusion: "Luo Shi?"

The probing look in Luo Shi's eyes disappeared. Meeting Jiang Fei's gaze, he simply smiled, took the ring, and strung it on a necklace from the side. He then wore it around his neck, hiding it under his shirt: "This is just right."

After he finished speaking, he noticed that Jiang Fei was staring at the ring on his neck, her eyes sparkling like stars, and then she looked at him seriously: "Luo Shi, I like you."

Luo Shi was stunned.

Jiang Fei suddenly narrowed her eyes and smiled brightly, then stepped forward and hugged him—a big, warm hug.

The wheelchair slid backward slightly, making a soft sound.

Luo Shi reached out and gently cupped her waist, just like in the photo.

photo.

Luo Shi's hand froze, and he unconsciously increased his strength, wishing he could break her waist.

“Luo Shi…” Jiang Fei struggled slightly.

He suddenly realized what was happening and relaxed his grip.

Jiang Fei leaned quietly against him.

Luo Shi's favorability rating: 35.

For the next few days, Jiang Fei and Luo Shi got along peacefully, just like they had been a while ago.

The only difference is that Jiang Fei now has more of the dishes she likes to eat at each of her three meals a day.

Luo Shi's favorability rating remained unchanged, like a stagnant pool.

The weather was clear during the day, and there were even stars in the night sky.

Luo Shi felt a dull ache in his legs.

Sure enough, the weather suddenly changed in the early hours of the morning. The rain poured down, the thunder was not loud, but the sound of raindrops hitting the window was quite loud.

Luo was awakened by the pain in her calves. A layer of cold sweat appeared on her forehead. No matter how high the air conditioner in the master bedroom was set, it couldn't keep out the chill that seeped into her bones.

My hand instinctively reached out to touch the spot beside me, but then froze.

My time with Jiang Fei has been like being a frog slowly boiled in water.

Have we gotten used to it now?

She said she liked him that day, but how long can something as intangible as "liking" last?

He didn't believe in such empty things.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed down the corridor, sounding like barefoot footsteps.

Luo Shi's breath hitched. He glanced at the time; it was 12:30 a.m.

The next second, there was a gentle knock on the door: "Luo Shi?" It was Jiang Fei's voice.

Luo Shi unconsciously held his breath and remained silent.

"I know you're awake." Jiang Fei's voice was still hoarse from just waking up.

Luo Shi frowned, her body tense: "I'm going to sleep."

"Oh." Jiang Fei responded softly from outside the door, and then there was no further movement.

Luo Shi swallowed hard, then looked towards the door, a sense of loss creeping into her heart.

There was another light knock on the door, and Jiang Fei said softly, "...I'm afraid of thunder."

Luo Shi stared at the doorway for a long time before suddenly laughing.

A laugh that came out of nowhere, without any reason, but it made me feel like the gloom from before had been swept away.

He sat in his wheelchair, opened the door, and saw the woman standing at the door in a nightgown holding a pillow. He made room for her, not pointing out that she "wasn't afraid of thunder." He watched as she expertly placed the pillow next to his, and then smiled at him.

Luo Shi's body stiffened, and he snapped off the bedside lamp and lay down on the bed.

The rain continued to fall outside the window, and the room remained quiet for a long time.

The familiar fragrance wafted into her nose, and Jiang Fei moved closer to him.

Luo Shi did not move.

Jiang Fei gently reached out her hand.

Luo Shi continued to breathe evenly.

Jiang Fei gently placed one hand on his right leg, her warm palm enveloping his cold calf, bringing a gentle warmth.

Her other hand slowly caressed his chest.

Luo Shi's lower abdomen contracted slightly, and she felt something warm fermenting in her heart. The next second, she suddenly realized that she wanted to check the wound on his chest.

That fabricated injury.

He reached out and grasped her hand tightly against his chest.

"You're not asleep?" Jiang Fei whispered.

Luo Shi remained silent, only briefly grasping her hand in the darkness. After hesitating for a long time, he slowly moved his hand over hers to his left leg.

That limb he was most insecure about.

It's also the coldest and most painful place.

He could clearly feel Jiang Fei's hand pause for a moment when it touched his broken limbs, but quickly returned to normal, and then the movement was gentle and full of pity.

Luo Shi's breath hitched, as if her self-esteem was trapped in her hands.

The difference this time was that he was the one who bowed his head first.

"Does it hurt..." Jiang Fei was about to ask when she suddenly gasped.

Luo Shi propped himself up on his elbows and half-lay on her, the only sound in the air being the rain outside the window.

Through the dim light, he stared at her with extremely bright eyes, his gaze filled with unfamiliar emotions.

The next second, he suddenly leaned down and, as if in retaliation, bit her on the other side of her collarbone.

They only let go when they had bitten off a mark.

That night, Jiang Fei fell asleep in Luo Shi's arms.

When she woke up again the next day, it was almost nine o'clock.

The room was empty; Luo Shi was not there.

Jiang Fei stretched and slowly walked to the mirror, glancing at the new teeth marks on her collarbone, which stung slightly.

It was obtained by exchanging 15 points of favorability.

Last night, before she fell asleep, she clearly saw that Luo Shi's favorability rating remained at 50.

For someone as extremely suspicious, insecure, and arrogant as him, 50 points of favorability is high enough.

A faint doorbell rang outside.

She turned her head to look out the window and could vaguely see the entrance to the villa.

The villa gate opened automatically, and a woman walked in. She was too far away to be seen clearly; she wore a white dress and a light-colored coat.

Jiang Fei frowned and narrowed his eyes.

Luo Wan.

After she entered the living room, she became much quieter, and soon the sound of a door opening and closing came from the study in the far corner.

The little cripple who cuddled her to sleep last night is meeting someone else today.

Jiang Fei narrowed his eyes, then lowered them and chuckled softly after a long while.

Well, she's been spending a lot of time with this disabled little guy at the villa, and she's getting a bit bored.

...

Luo Wan closed the study door, coughed softly from the steam, and then looked at Luo Shi, who was sitting in a wheelchair.

The quiet yet gentle boy I remember has grown up, becoming delicate and fragile.

"Sister, you're not feeling well, you shouldn't be going out." Luo Shi helped her wheelchair closer.

Luo Wan pursed her lips, not answering his question, but instead asked, "Xiao Shi, are you engaged?"

Luo Shi tightened his grip on the wheelchair slightly, his brows furrowing innocently: "Sister..."

“Tell me, Xiaoshi,” Luo Wan interrupted him.

Luo Shi looked at Luo Wan quietly for a while, then smiled with lowered eyes: "Yes, sister isn't happy for me..."

"Do you think I should be happy for you?" Luo Wan interrupted him, taking two steps toward him: "Xiao Shi, why not someone else, but Miss Jiang of all people?"

Luo Shi paused for a second: "Why can't it be her?"

“Alright, then tell me,” Luo Wan looked at him earnestly, “do you love Miss Jiang?”

Luo stopped and remained silent.

A flicker of guilt crossed Luo Wan's eyes: "Xiao Shi, tell me, why did you suddenly get engaged? Is it because..."

“Sister,” Luo Shi tilted her head, her tone still gentle, “why did you suddenly come to talk to me about this today?”

Luo Wan's lips moved slightly, and she finally said slowly, "Xiao Shi, you don't love Miss Jiang. Doing this will not only delay Miss Jiang's life, but also ruin your own marriage."

As she spoke, looking at his legs, she said, "You've done so much for me since I was little, I can't repay you. But you can't joke about this, don't make me worry, okay?"

Luo Shi frowned and hesitated, "Sister, are you worried about me?"

Luo Wan's breath hitched, and after a long while, she nodded: "I, Xie Chi, and even Mr. Chen, we are all very worried about you."

us.

Luo Shi lowered his head and pondered for a few seconds before suddenly asking, "Do you know why I've never changed my surname to Chen?"

What's so good about the surname "Luo"? It brought him countless humiliations and pain.

But "Chen" could bring him wealth and power.

Luo Wan pursed her lips and shook her head.

Luo Shi laughed out loud.

Because her surname is Luo.

But now, he didn't want to talk about it: "Sister, are you just asking me about my engagement?" He looked up at her, a smile still playing on his lips.

But then he suddenly remembered that Jiang Fei was always half-squatting in front of him, looking at him at eye level.

Luo Wan stiffened. The Luo Shi in front of her seemed very different from the Luo Shi she knew before, with a hint of eccentricity in his eyes.

Luo Shi watched her changing expressions, smiled sarcastically to himself, and suddenly felt a little tired.

“I know you want to know why I suddenly got engaged,” he said, moving closer to Luo Wan with his wheelchair.

Luo Wan subconsciously took a step back.

Luo Shi paused for a moment, but then moved even more aggressively towards her.

"When I was little..." Luo Wan was about to finish speaking when her foot touched the edge of the carpet, and she uncontrollably squatted down on the ground.

Luo Shi's wheelchair stopped in front of her: "The reason I got engaged," he looked down at her, "is that you guessed correctly."

Luo Wan's face paled, and she murmured softly, "But you are my brother, we are siblings..."

Luo Shi laughed, leaned down slightly, gently stroked her cheek with his hand, and whispered, "Are we?"

Luo Wan froze, her heart trembling uncontrollably.

They are not.

From childhood, she enjoyed his gentleness; as she grew up, she received his protection. Upon learning of his engagement, she felt not only shock but also a slight sense of loss.

Because she knew that the only person in the world who would never refuse her was hiding such a big thing from her.

But at this moment, feeling his cold fingertips crawling across her cheek, she realized that she had never truly seen him for who he was.

A loud "smack" at the door broke the brief silence in the study.

Luo Shi's eyes narrowed slightly. He seemed to realize something, and his gaze flickered with panic. He almost instantly withdrew his hand, straightened up, and looked towards the door.

Jiang Fei stood there blankly, barefoot, the pillow in her arms falling to the ground, but she didn't pay it any mind. After a while, she finally smiled and said, "I'm sorry to have disturbed you."

After saying that, he turned and left quickly.

The sound of the villa's gate opening and closing came from outside the window, and a figure quickly ran out.

Luo Shi's hand gripping the wheelchair trembled slightly. He instinctively wanted to step forward, but then stopped a second later.

"When I was little, Miss Jiang, she..."

Luo Wan's voice could no longer be heard.

Luo Shi supported himself with one hand on his wheelchair.

Jiang Fei has no relatives or friends in Jincheng, so she will always come back.

He needs to think carefully about what Jiang Fei really means to him.

...

When Jiang Fei left the villa, she didn't forget to grab her bank card, coat, and shoes.

Playing the victim is one thing, but if it's truly tragic, then it really is.

The thought of that disabled guy flirting with other women while having only 50% favorability is actually quite amusing.

[System: Host, you have successfully escaped the villa. Where to go now?]

Jiang Fei pondered for a moment, then slowly smiled and said, "There's another little one here."

[System: Hmm?]

Jiang Fei remained silent.

Luo Shi is a suspicious person who won't let go of anyone he has even the slightest connection with, let alone someone with whom he has a 50-point favorability rating.

So, she always manages to go back.

But Cheng Ji...

Jiang Fei pursed her lips and sighed softly. It really is something that can only be encountered by chance.

She sighed softly and walked forward along the sidewalk.

The sound of a car engine hummed behind me, and then a bright gray sports car sped past.

Jiang Fei frowned and tidied her hair, which was ruffled by the wind from the sports car.

The next second, she noticed that the bright gray sports car had stopped, then started up again, hummed as it reversed, and came to a steady stop beside her.

Jiang Fei turned her head to look, her eyebrows slightly raised.

I never imagined that Cheng Ji was truly a rare find.

The boy in the driver's seat of the sports car, dressed in casual clothes, was Cheng Ji.

With one hand gripping the steering wheel and the other bracing against the car window, his eyebrows and eyes were unrestrained and arrogant, and he lazily dangled a cigarette between his teeth.

His favorability rating of 20 remained stable and never changed.

Cheng Ji never expected to run into Jiang Fei on the way.

Luo Shi's villa is located in the west of the city, where there is a winding mountain road that race car drivers love to gather.

He was in a bad mood, so he went for a run. On his way back, he saw a familiar figure walking along the roadside.

"Miss Jiang?" Cheng Ji glanced at her current attire, raised an eyebrow, and if he remembered correctly, the dress she was wearing underneath was her nightgown. "Were you kicked out?"

Jiang Fei looked at him for a long while before asking, "Who are you?"

Cheng Ji frowned: "Miss Jiang naturally doesn't know me, but I did see Miss Jiang up close a few times on the day of your engagement."

They were too close, almost to the point of being completely naked in each other's presence.

After he finished speaking, he felt a burning sensation in the wound on his chest.

Jiang Fei smiled and said, "You're Luo Shi's friend."

Luo Shi's friend?

Cheng Ji sneered inwardly, but showed no sign on his face, only nodding slightly: "That's one way to put it." Then, he glanced around, "Miss Jiang, where are you going?"

Jiang Fei's face darkened, and she shook her head: "I don't know."

Cheng Ji asked, "Did you have a fight with Luo Shi?"

Jiang Fei's face paled.

Cheng Ji understood, his eyes flashing slightly: "Miss Jiang, if you don't mind, why don't you come to my place for a while? Once you've calmed down, I'll let Luo Shi pick you up." He added slowly, "After all, I'm Luo Shi's friend."

Jiang Fei looked at him, thought about it seriously, and nodded: "Then I'll trouble you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Ji's favorability rating decreased by 5.

Cheng Ji smiled even more brightly, opened the passenger door, and watched Jiang Fei get in.

When he looked away, his smile held a hint of amusement.

She goes with any man she's invited, which is quite different from her outward appearance.

Cheng Ji started the car and sped off: "Miss Jiang, aren't you afraid I'm a bad person? So easily going off with a man?"

You're nothing, you man.

Jiang Fei scoffed inwardly, but remained calm on the surface. She paused for a moment, then gently shook her head and said, "No." As she spoke, she turned to look at him and smiled apologetically, "I just feel like you look familiar, like I've seen you somewhere before, and it feels very familiar."

Cheng Ji's hand gripping the steering wheel trembled, and the car swayed.

Jiang Fei, puzzled, turned to look at him seriously: "What's wrong with you?"

Cheng Ji pursed his lips and remained silent.

Jiang Fei didn't look away, still staring straight at him, waiting for his answer.

Then, she saw Cheng Ji's ears slowly turn red, and the 5 points of favorability she had lost gradually climbed back up.

Cheng Ji turned and glanced at her: "Don't stare at me."

Jiang Fei narrowed his eyes slightly and looked away.

Despite his unrestrained appearance and behavior, he still has a touch of childishness inside.

They really are just kids.

...

Cheng Ji lives in a luxury apartment in the city center. The apartment is a duplex with a lounge, gym, and dressing room.

Upon entering the apartment, there is a corridor with wall lamps. At the end of the corridor, there is an empty kitchen on the left and an empty living room on the right.

The cool-toned decor lacks any warmth.

Jiang Fei walked down the corridor into the living room, raising an eyebrow with interest.

Cheng Ji followed lazily behind him, then suddenly remembered something, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Jiang Fei in front of him. For a brief moment, he felt as if he had seen the woman he had met at the restaurant.

The profile... is very similar.

"What's wrong with you?" Jiang Fei turned to look at him.

Cheng Ji frowned: "You look a lot like someone I know."

Jiang Fei turned her head and asked with a smile, "The person you like?"

“Of course not,” Cheng Ji scoffed, “I’m just interested.”

However, when the bodyguards went to investigate, it was as if they were being deliberately obstructed, and they couldn't find anything.

It's fine as long as it's not someone I like.

Jiang Fei walked into the living room.

Cheng Ji clearly had no sense of hospitality. He left her there alone, changed his clothes, and came out with a bottle of wine on the coffee table. He glanced at her, ignored her, and took out a cigarette, about to light it.

But his mouth was empty.

Cheng Ji froze. Jiang Fei had already taken the cigarette and thrown it into the ashtray.

"What?" Cheng Ji raised an eyebrow, glancing at the cigarette that had been taken from him.

Jiang Fei looked at him and said seriously, "Smoking is bad for your health."

The languid look in Cheng Ji's eyes froze. He looked at her incredulously, took out another cigarette, lit it, and before he could even smoke it, the cigarette was taken away again and extinguished in the ashtray.

Cheng Ji immediately stood up, staring intently at Jiang Fei, all his previous laziness vanished: "Take another one?"

Jiang Fei looked at him innocently: "Your smoking is bad for my health."

Cheng Jiqi chuckled, "This is my home." He then took out another cigarette, glanced at her cautiously, and lit it.

Jiang Fei's face turned pale. This time, she didn't move and lowered her head, seemingly lost in thought.

Cheng Ji frowned, sat back on the sofa, and remained seated with a cigarette in his mouth.

The next second, Jiang Fei stood up, leaned close to him, and took the cigarette out of his mouth again.

Cheng Ji stared at her.

Jiang Fei smiled quietly, her eyebrows curving upwards: "It's not good for your health either."

Cheng Ji was stunned, looking at the woman so close to him, whose faint fragrance was exactly the same as the one he had held in his arms that night.

He couldn't help but reach out and press his hand against the wound on his chest, feeling as if something was moving there.

"Are you hot?" Jiang Fei had already sat back down and asked with a smile, looking at his bright red ears.

Cheng Ji remained quiet for a while.

"Damn it." He cursed under his breath and got up to go back to his room.

Jiang Fei remained seated in the living room, took out her phone, and saw no missed calls.

She raised an eyebrow, tossed her phone onto the table, and quietly nestled on the sofa, looking like a well-behaved person waiting for a call.

From morning until evening.

As dusk fell and Cheng Ji came downstairs to leave, Jiang Fei remained curled up in a small ball on the sofa, wearing only her nightgown and coat.

He paused, then silently walked to the sofa, about to wake her up.

Jiang Fei shifted her body, and her coat slipped to her side.

Her legs were still curled up, her eyes were closed, and the shadows cast by her long eyelashes fell on her eyelids.

The room was too dark that night, and only now can I see clearly what she looked like when she was asleep.

Cheng Ji frowned, wanting to pick up her coat, but his gaze involuntarily fell on her smooth, snow-white skin and alluring curves. He had clearly seen it that night, but now…

He quickly looked away, picked up his coat, but his expression froze.

There was a dark red mark on her collarbone, which was covered by her coat.

He knew exactly what it was; it was exactly the same as the one he had left behind last time.

only……

Cheng Ji slowly exhaled, feeling a strange swelling in his chest where the wounds that had begun to scab over.

He caught a glimpse of the phone on the coffee table and snapped back to reality, reaching out to throw his coat directly at Jiang Fei's head.

Jiang Fei blinked, slowly "woke up," took off her coat, looked at Cheng Ji blankly, then suddenly remembered something and quickly looked at her phone.

There were no missed calls.

She lowered her head, her eyes gradually dimming.

Cheng Ji looked at her coldly, then snorted and turned to walk towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Jiang Fei's voice was low and hoarse as it came from behind.

Cheng Ji put on his coat and walked outside: "A bar."

Jiang Fei paused for a moment: "Going for drinks?" Come to think of it, it had been a while since she had drunk alcohol after separating from Wen Yishu.

Cheng Ji glanced at her: "What, even a respectable woman like you wants to go?"

Jiang Fei didn't say anything, but just grabbed her coat: "It's getting late, I should go."

Cheng Ji paused in changing his shoes: "...Go find Luo Shi to apologize?"

Jiang Fei pursed her lips: "Find a hotel."

Cheng Ji was silent for a while: "My place is usually empty. I'll give you the price of a five-star hotel to stay for one night."

Jiang Fei's eyes lit up: "Thank you, Cheng Ji."

Cheng Ji glanced at her and said, "Just pay me."

After saying that, he was about to leave.

“Cheng Ji…” Jiang Fei hurriedly spoke.

Cheng Ji frowned, his figure stopping at the doorway.

Jiang Fei asked in a low voice, "Can I use the kitchen?"

"You can cook?" Cheng Ji asked back, then realized a second later, "Anything is fine."

Just as they were about to close the door.

"Cheng Ji!"

"What now?"

Jiang Fei was quiet for a moment: "Are you coming back for dinner?"

Cheng Ji paused, didn't turn his head, and snorted, "Dream on." He then closed the door and left.

Before long, the engine roared to life and drove away into the distance.

Jiang Fei stood up and glanced at her phone.

She gave Luo Shi plenty of time; it seems he was certain she would return on her own.

Jiang Fei turned off her phone and got up to go into the kitchen.

The kitchen was empty, yet it was fully equipped, suggesting that someone regularly came to replenish the supplies.

Jiang Fei rolled up her sleeves. She did have some cooking skills, but they weren't very good; she could barely make ends meet.

Why would she need to do these things herself before?

Her former Daoist partner, her "intimate" divine guard, and her stand-in lover all have excellent cooking skills.

In the end, Jiang Fei only made two bowls of steamed egg custard. She ate one herself and placed the other opposite her.

Then I lay down on the sofa, covered myself with my coat, and closed my eyes to pretend to sleep.

Perhaps she was tired, because she soon fell asleep.

When Cheng Ji returned, he saw the living room light on, the person waiting on the sofa under the light, and a bowl of steamed egg custard on the table that had long since gone cold.

He paused in the living room for a few seconds before approaching.

It's not even one o'clock yet.

I shouldn't have come back, but I keep thinking about that question, "Are you coming back for dinner?"

It seems no one has ever asked him.

His parents didn't care about him, and the nanny and housekeeper would only ask for his permission. The oppressive environment was also the reason he ran away to live on his own.

This feeling is very strange.

"Wake up."