The two of them went into Ning Qiuxui’s room.

Suddenly, Ning Qiuxui, her mind clouded by love, remembered something and looked around nervously. “Crap, we weren’t photographed, were we?”

Zhan Qingyue asked, “Why, are you afraid of being photographed?”

“Well, not exactly.” In reality, Ning Qiuxui didn’t mind at all.

She would be willing to go public right now if needed.

However, San Tiao had said that if it could be kept private, it should be.

She had only recently agreed, and now, if news of a late-night meeting came out, it would be hard to explain to San Tiao.

At that moment, Small Pool used the room card to unlock the door.

Ning Qiuxui pushed him inside and flattered, “It’s not that I don’t want to push you into the limelight, but I have so many haters. If it’s made public, they’ll diss you.”

Zhan Qingyue raised an eyebrow. “Do you think I’d be afraid?”

“You might not be afraid, but I am. Seeing you getting criticized would make me feel sad, guilty, and most importantly, heartbroken. It would really hurt.”

Zhan Qingyue: “……”

It did sound quite cruel.

Small Pool, who had been listening to their conversation and found it amusing, felt like a big third wheel.

She quickly put things away and tidied up the room, saying to Ning Qiuxui, “I’ll head back now. Call me if you need anything.”

“Okay.”

After Small Pool left, the atmosphere between the two became slightly awkward. Despite spending so much time together, this was the first time Zhan Qingyue was staying in the same room since he woke up.

In the past… ahem, although there were times they stayed in the same room, it was always one-sided from Ning Qiuxui’s side.

At that time, there were no feelings involved, and sharing a night together was as inconsequential to her as sleeping with Small Pool.

Now, their relationship had changed, and so did the significance.

“I’ll go take a shower first,” Ning Qiuxui said, grabbing her pajamas and quickly heading into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Zhan Qingyue, observing Ning Qiuxui’s apparent avoidance, pondered whether he might be rushing things.

After all, Ning Qiuxui was only pretending to be tough.

In reality, she would blush for a long time after a kiss.

Sharing a bed was probably too fast for her, considering they had only just confirmed their relationship.

But changing rooms now would be too embarrassing, and Zhan Qingyue still had a bit of selfish desire to share the room with Ning Qiuxui.

Never mind, he’d try to be a gentleman.

Ning Qiuxui quickly finished her shower and remembered a serious issue. “Did you bring any change of clothes?”

It seemed like Zhan Qingyue had arrived empty-handed.

If not, wouldn’t he have to… sleep naked?

“Yes,” Zhan Qingyue replied.

As she spoke, Zhan Qingyue opened the gift box in front of her and pulled out his change of clothes and pajamas.

Ning Qiuxiu: “……”

“You said this was a gift for me, but it seems a bit lacking in sincerity!”

Zhan Qingyue looked up and smiled, “Clothes are like the person wearing them. By giving you my clothes, I’m giving you myself. Isn’t that sincere enough?”

“……” She was left speechless by this logic.

Zhan Qingyue took out the clothes, and underneath was something else. He pulled it out and handed it to Ning Qiuxiu: “Here, this is for you.”

What Zhan Qingyue gave her was a rattle…

Ning Qiuxiu: “……???”

She took it in confusion. Was this Zhan Qingyue’s way of hinting at having children?!

“Be good,” Zhan Qingyue patted her head, “A rattle for a daughter.”

Ning Qiuxiu: “……….”

What’s the use of having a boyfriend like this? Might as well stew him.

After Zhan Qingyue went to take a shower, Ning Qiuxiu shook the rattle a couple of times, set it aside, and took out her phone to send a message to San Tiao.

[Ning Qiuxiu: Zhan Qingyue is staying in my room tonight.]

[Tiao Jie: My husband is also in my bed.]

[Ning Qiuxiu: ……]

[Tiao Jie: ……]

“Hahaha.” Ning Qiuxiu was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

What kind of brainwave-level space-time communication was this?

A moment later, San Tiao sent her a voice message: “Look, I’ve been influenced by you. Sending me messages like this in the middle of the night, I thought you were flaunting your affection. Aren’t you still on set? Did Zhan Qingyue come to see you?”

[Ning Qiuxiu: Yes, he came to pick me up, but, well, there were no rooms left, so we’re sharing one.]

“Alright, I got it. I’ll keep a close eye on things,” San Tiao sent another voice message, “You two get some rest.”

Oh, Ning Qiuxiu had expected San Tiao to lecture her, but she didn’t.

Loving this personality.

After finishing the chat with San Tiao, Ning Qiuxiu opened Weibo, briefly checked today’s hot searches and her own Weibo, and couldn’t resist clicking on the ABO fic author’s profile.

The ABO fic had been updated!!!

Ning Qiuxiu felt tears welling up with joy for the first time at the thought of the pleasure of finally getting updates.

Seeing that the water in the bathroom hadn’t stopped running, she hurriedly opened the new chapter.

Then her worldview was turned upside down.

Although the fic was titled “Domineering Autumn Master and Handsome Zhan Qingyue,” and even Zhan Qingyue’s character in the story was portrayed as someone who went weak in the knees upon seeing her, he was still a man.

Therefore, the male characteristics were still quite prominent, and he was the cool, stoic type popular in romance novels.

While she was portrayed as domineering, she was still fundamentally a woman in the story.

But in the H-scenes, she was no longer treated as a woman!

She, she, she, she had Zhan Qingyue.

Not only did she have him, but she also had him begging for mercy, saying “slow down,” while his body was quite honest…

“Boom—” A thunderclap struck, leaving Ning Qiuxui feeling exhausted.

She decisively closed the page.

Three seconds later, she couldn’t resist opening it again, bracing herself as frustration bubbled up inside her, and continued to read.

To her dismay, the content was even more explicit.

After finishing the first intense scene, they took a short break to recover their stamina and came back for another round.

Ning Qiuxui saw that Zhan Qingyue had suddenly become more vigorous and even expressed disdain for her lack of stamina.

Excitedly rubbing his hands, Zhan Qingyue seemed ready to turn the tables. This was indeed more like his usual style.

After all, being on the receiving end was one thing; reclaiming his dominance was a part of his character.

Ning Qiuxui cheered Zhan Qingyue on internally, only to see him take charge and move on his own.

Ning Qiuxui: “???”

What kind of absurd plot is this?!

It was completely mind-blowing.

Yet, despite being utterly shocked, Ning Qiuxui couldn’t help but read through to the end.

Once finished, she cursed the author and left a comment.

【Moon Party Head Under Earth: Ah ah ah ah, great job, big writer! I love this tone, and Qiuxui is so dominant! Please continue, don’t stop! I want to see Qiuhui seven times a night!】

After leaving the comment, Ning Qiuxui couldn’t help but laugh at her own craziness.

Zhan Qingyue had finished his shower and was drying his hair when he saw Ning Qiuxui grinning at her phone, almost pressing her face against the screen.

He said, “Be careful with your eyes if you keep staring at the phone like that.”

“Oh.”

Ning Qiuxui obediently set her phone aside and looked at Zhan Qingyue.

He was dressed in pajamas—conservative and gentlemanly, covering all the right places.

Despite being slightly thin, he had clearly recovered from his two-year illness. Recently, he must have been working out, as he now appeared as a refined and elegant gentleman.

Ning Qiuxui felt she must have done something good in her past life to deserve such a wonderful husband (.).

Unfortunately, his heart was a bit black.

Zhan Qingyue walked over, covered her eyes with his hand, and said, “If you keep looking, I’ll have to start getting hands-on.”

Ning Qiuxui could feel her eyelashes brushing against his palm, causing him to become increasingly distracted.

His voice turned slightly husky.

Ning Qiuxiu’s mind instantly flashed to the steamy bed scenes from the little yellow book she had just read, picturing Zhan Qingyue taking charge on top of her.

She couldn’t help but burst out laughing, saying, “Why don’t you say it’s my gaze that’s so hungry, making you feel like you’d lose your virginity?”

Zhan Qingyue: “……”

The rogue was definitely Ning Qiuxiu’s own little rascal.

“Go to sleep, it’s almost 1 AM,” Zhan Qingyue checked his phone and urged her to bed. “We need to get up early tomorrow.”

Tomorrow, they had to go back early for the tomb sweeping, so it was necessary to rest.

“Okay.”

Ning Qiuxiu obediently lay down on the bed, leaving a space for him.

Zhan Qingyue also lay down, kissed her forehead, and said, “Good night, little fatty chirp.”

“……” Why was she suddenly “little fatty chirp”?!

Moreover, he actually was this gentlemanly, not touching her at all???

Ning Qiuxiu was frustrated, seeing Zhan Qingyue turn off the light and settle in with a “???” expression.

She had really… underestimated Zhan Qingyue’s level of conservatism.

Even if Zhan Qingyue was a gentleman, with a lone man and woman in one bed, there would be some restless thoughts, especially when one person kept moving around restlessly.

Unable to resist, Zhan Qingyue turned her into his embrace and commanded, “Sleep!”

The scent of Zhan Qingyue enveloped Ning Qiuxiu, sending shivers down her spine.

Electric currents “zapped” through her, leaving her feeling tingly and floating on a cloud.

Ning Qiuxiu was not afraid at this moment, and she replied assertively, “I can’t sleep.”

Soft and warm in his arms, Zhan Qingyue tried to restrain his own impulses and composed himself like a saint, saying, “Do you want me to coax you?”

“Coax me,” Ning Qiuxiu said in a soft voice.

As soon as Ning Qiuxiu finished speaking, Zhan Qingyue released her, got up, turned on the bedside lamp, and took the rattle that Ning Qiuxiu had placed there.

He shook it a couple of times and said, “Good baby, go to sleep.”

Ning Qiuxiu: “？？？”

What the hell!!!

Seeing her frustrated expression, Zhan Qingyue couldn’t help but laugh: “Who said this is for a daughter? Is this the right way to coax a daughter?”

Ning Qiuxiu: “………….”

Holding a grudge?

Zhan Qingyue definitely had a grudge.

Black-bellied? No one could outdo him.

However, Ning Qiuxiu swore that if Zhan Qingyue didn’t sleep with her within six months, she would be a dog!!!

Ning Qiuxiu didn’t realize she had just set a giant flag. She turned over and went to sleep.

Zhan Qingyue managed to rein himself in, looked at her pouty back with a helpless smile, and turned off the light to lie back down.

Just a bit more patience. Once she’s fully “tamed” and becomes his little fatty chirp, he would gobble her up in one bite.