There was a death in the apartment, and it left Chen Jingan a little distracted while doing the dishes; she didn’t even notice when Wei Chengying had come up behind her.

“Are there a lot of dishes today? Been scrubbing for that long?”

A warm chest pressed against her back, making Chen Jingan break out in gooseflesh. The small bowl in her hand, slick with dish soap, slipped and fell, clinking sharply against the other dishes in the sink.

“What’s the matter? You weren’t scared by the neighbor’s death, were you?”

A pair of large hands slid in from under her arms, picked up the bowl in the sink and held it under the faucet to rinse it clean.

Chen Jingan pressed her lips together and grabbed his hands.

“Chengying, be honest with me—what did that woman Zhang Yuyan say to you?”

Wei Chengying let out a low laugh. “Nothing much, just a few simple greetings.”

Chen Jingan turned around and looked at him face to face.

His pupils were jet black, holding a tender, fragmented glow that could make any woman easily fall for him.

But Chen Jingan had already grown used to it; her voice deepened.

“Chengying, I want the truth.”

Wei Chengying stared at her silently for a few seconds, then gave in: “Alright, but you have to promise me you won’t get angry after you hear it.”

Chen Jingan’s heart started racing uncontrollably, afraid he would tell her he had something to do with Zhang Yuyan’s death.

“After work today I happened to get on the elevator with her. I know she lives on the fourth floor because I see her in the elevator every morning. She seemed to like me — what started as nods and greetings gradually turned into flirting. Tonight we only exchanged a couple of lines and she took the initiative to invite me up to her place. I refused outright; she didn’t press it and stepped out of the elevator. That’s how it went. I think those two cops must have seen her messing with me on the surveillance and that’s why they came to question me.”

Wei Chengying spoke in great detail, even explaining why the police had come to interview him.

Chen Jingan breathed out in relief — as long as the deaths of him and Zhang Yuyan were unrelated, that was fine. She didn’t want their lives dragged into a homicide investigation.

“Wait, she groped you?”

Chen Jingan belatedly widened her eyes, looking as if she’d just realized and was now offended, clearly in a mood that’s hard to soothe.

Wei Chengying took a half-step forward, positioning her between the sink and himself, and coaxed in a low voice: “We agreed no getting mad, remember? Be good. Tonight you can do whatever you want.”

Chen Jingan couldn’t help blushing furiously, her momentum collapsing: “What nonsense are you talking? Do I strike when someone’s down? Besides… wasn’t it you who wanted to do it…”

Wei Chengying smiled noncommittally, “It’s getting late. Go take a shower, I’ll wash these dishes.”

Chen Jingan scrambled out of his arms in a disheveled hurry, and only when she reached the bathroom did she realize she’d forgotten to grab a change of pajamas.

Staring at the woman full of bashfulness in the mirror, Chen Jingan almost didn’t recognize herself.

Is that still her? Like she’d been drinking, her eyes hazy and wet, lips slightly parted, the soft pink of her tongue faintly visible.

This was clearly… a plea for a kiss!

Chen Jingan pressed her increasingly burning face with her hands, turned on the faucet, and splashed a handful of cold water over her face.




An hour later, Chen Jingan walked out of the bathroom, towel-drying her half-damp hair.

There was no sign of Wei Chengying in the bedroom, so she went to the study, and sure enough, he was still hunched over the computer.

Wei Chengying was a textbook workaholic — out of 24 hours, he would spend twenty on work and use the rest for eating and sleeping.

Now that they were living together, she had to help adjust his schedule; she couldn’t just let him keep burning the midnight oil.

Chen Jingan knocked on the door, drawing Wei Chengying’s attention.

“There’s hot water too. Do you want to go wash up?”

Wei Chengying saw her change into the pink pajamas, his gaze flickering, and set aside the work in his hands.

“Mm, you go back to the bedroom and wait for me.”

Chen Jingan froze, savoring the implication of his words — it sounded as if she couldn’t wait to be with him…

Her cheeks, which had finally cooled, warmed again; Chen Jingan said nothing and hurried into the bedroom.

Wei Chengying watched her fleeing silhouette, a trace of amusement surfacing in his deep eyes.





Wei Chengying’s bed was one point eight by two meters — more than enough for two people.

Chen Jingan lay under the covers with the air conditioning on, the tip of her nose filled with the scent that belonged only to Wei Chengying.

The novel on her phone hadn’t had a page turned for a long time; soon, the screen went dark.

Chen Jingan didn’t mind—her attention had been entirely drawn to the sound of running water from the bathroom.

Wei Chengying was showering; after he finished he’d lie down beside her and sleep with her.

It was their first night living together—something was bound to happen.

Chen Jingan couldn’t help but picture what might happen later, her body slowly heating up.

No — she couldn’t let herself keep daydreaming like this.

Chen Jingan unlocked her phone, opened the serialized novel she was posting, and checked the comment section for new messages.

Her most recent work was a mystery novel, centered on a murder investigation, but the readers were fixated on the romantic entanglements between the man and woman.

Funny comments made Chen Jingan laugh and cry—what did they mean by making the heroine have a baby, guessing the child’s father is supposed to be suspenseful? Readers these days are just too cute.

Chen Jingan read every comment seriously; she didn’t notice when the water in the bathroom had stopped until the bedroom door was opened and someone walked in, and she looked up instinctively.

“Ah.”

The short exclamation expressed her surprise.

Wei Chengying was wearing the blue pajamas that matched hers — a couple set she had assumed he didn’t like and had kept in the wardrobe — and she hadn’t expected him to wear them today.

Chen Jing’an’s gaze glued itself to him; she watched him walk around the foot of the bed, lie down beside her, and share the same blanket.

A deep, overwhelming sense of happiness welled up from within.

Chen Jing’an put her phone down and obediently leaned into his embrace, breathing in the scent of his body wash.

They were clearly using the same body wash—so why did hers smell different, and somehow better?

Chen Jingan buried her face against his chest and took a furtive, deep breath.

“An’an, we should sleep now.”

Wei Chengying stroked her smooth, silky hair with one hand, while the other slid beneath her nightgown.

Chen Jing’an immediately went limp like a puddle of spring water, letting him take whatever he wanted.

Their breaths grew disordered; Wei Chengying suddenly rolled over and pinned her down, his broad chest pressing against her softness, hot like a blazing fire, igniting her tinder-dry self.

Chen Jing’an watched the dim bedside light with glazed eyes, mustering all her strength to reach out and press the switch.

Darkness invaded the room. They tirelessly explored each other’s bodies, and through the long night, they possessed one another again and again.

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