After exercising, Jiang Ciyan’s every move exuded a unique sensuality. His usually indifferent face was now dampened by sweat, tinged with a hint of pink. This look easily evoked images that one couldn’t broadcast, yet his eyes remained calm and composed, creating a stark visual contrast.
The chat room buzzed with activity:
—— “The early bird catches the worm! CEO Jiang looks so appealing after exercise, what a stunning beauty.”
—— “Sweating easily is a good thing; it feels like pouring rain while working out.”
—— “Seeing him like this makes me curious about how he looks when truly lost in passion. What’s better than watching a stunning beauty fall? Nothing!”
…
Not just the audience behind the camera was excited; Tong Sui, who was right in front of it all, felt the allure washing over him.
At that moment, footsteps echoed from the staircase.
Zhou Siyuan descended, dressed in a light gray cardigan, paired with a simple solid-colored long-sleeved shirt underneath—an effortless yet comfortable ensemble.
“Good morning.”
He approached Tong Sui, effortlessly blocking the interaction between Tong Sui and Jiang Ciyan, “Are you hungry?”
Tong Sui, reminded by his question, realized his stomach was empty, “A bit.”
Zhou Siyuan opened the fridge, which was disappointingly bare, clearly lacking ingredients for breakfast.
A crew member stated, “You all should have seen our previous seasons; guests in the small house need to take care of their own meals.”
This naturally included grocery shopping.
Zhou Siyuan said, “I’ll look up the nearest supermarket; it’s pretty close. When everyone wakes up, let’s discuss what to eat, and send someone to buy it.”
Tong Sui looked at him, “Can you cook?”
“I can do some basic cooking, although I can’t say it’s exceptional,” Zhou Siyuan replied. “You can tell me your favorite dishes.”
“Really?” Tong Sui’s eyes lit up, “Then I need to think about what I want to eat.”
Jiang Ciyan watched their interaction, his eyes deepening. He downed the remaining water in his cup and said to Zhou Siyuan, “Since you’re in charge of cooking, Tong Sui and I will handle the grocery shopping. We shouldn’t make it too hard for you.”
Zhou Siyuan turned to him. While his expression remained gentle, his eyes, hidden behind silver-rimmed glasses, turned cold.
Their seemingly normal conversation was rife with undercurrents.
Tong Sui remained oblivious to their hidden thoughts, agreeing, “Yes, that seems fair. Just wait for us to return.”
Jiang Ciyan smirked, “It’s settled then. I’ll go shower first.”
Zhou Siyuan stared in the direction Jiang Ciyan walked for a few seconds before retracting his gaze.
After a moment, Qin Xiuxian and Sang Cai also came down.
Sang Cai, disappointed, closed the fridge, grinding her teeth, “Why is it empty!”
As dancers, they were stricter about managing their figures. Sang Cai had eaten very little last night and was now starving.
Tong Sui said, “Let’s go to the supermarket later; do you want to join us?”
Sang Cai replied, “I think I’ll skip it and just help out when you get back. I’m too tired; I’m going to take a quick nap.”
Qin Xiuxian glanced at Sang Cai, “Then I won’t go either. I can cook a bit. I’ll help Zhou Siyuan.”
“Okay,” Tong Sui grabbed a piece of paper, “Then tell me what you all want to eat, and I’ll buy the ingredients.”
After jotting down everyone’s requests, Tong Sui returned to the second floor.
He knocked on Jiang Ciyan’s door.
Zhong Yi, lying in bed, frowned and turned to his side. After a few seconds, as if recollecting where he was, he glanced at the noises from the bathroom before reluctantly getting out of bed and heading to the door.
He opened the door to find Tong Sui, wearing a goose-yellow hoodie. The youthful glow of his face was made even more striking by the color.
Zhong Yi’s eyes brightened momentarily, “What are you here for?”
“I’m looking for Jiang Ciyan,” Tong Sui replied.
“Oh.”
Zhong Yi’s expression darkened, turning back into the room, lying on his bed with his back to Tong Sui.
What was going on?
Tong Sui felt that Zhong Yi, like the night before, suddenly seemed unhappy.
But he didn’t seem like someone annoyed at being disturbed from sleep.
Tong Sui moved beside him, “Zhong Yi.”
Zhong Yi stirred but didn’t turn around, “Jiang Ciyan is in the bathroom.”
“I know,” Tong Sui said, “The show didn’t prepare food, so I wanted to ask if you’d like to go with us to buy groceries. If you don’t want to go, that’s fine too—”
Before he could finish, Zhong Yi turned to him, “Sure! With such a sincere invitation, how could I refuse?”
Tong Sui was left speechless.
He had merely asked casually.
Zhong Yi, who had been lounging in bed, immediately sat up and began browsing through his extensive wardrobe.
Tong Sui’s eyes widened.
He had seen Zhong Yi brought a lot of luggage yesterday but hadn’t realized he had brought so many clothes—he could probably wear a different outfit every day for a month.
Zhong Yi was indeed remarkably attractive, and his fashion sense was quite good. As long as he didn’t speak, he would definitely pass as a handsome guy.
But he had a tendency to talk.
Zhong Yi picked out a satisfactory gray hoodie and a baseball jacket, moving as if to untie the sash of his robe.
Tong Sui’s alarm bells went off, and he quickly grabbed his hand, “There are cameras in the room. What do you think you’re doing?”
Zhong Yi snapped back to reality.
He had gotten so excited that he momentarily forgot, and luckily Tong Sui stopped him, or he would’ve made a mistake.
Zhong Yi’s gaze fell on Tong Sui’s hand. Tong Sui’s hand was pale, devoid of visible veins, resting on Zhong Yi’s hand—soft and warm.