Chapter 6: Choosing Contraceptive Supplies

[Am I seeing things??? Did Song Xun just hold Shu Qian close?]

[Shu Qian must be doing it on purpose!!! Wasn’t she driving the motorcycle a bit too wild? I felt like a gust of wind blew past and then they were gone.]

[I want to see their driving perspective! It looks so intense! When is the edited version coming out?]

The netizens were not mistaken—at the moment Shu Qian sped off, Song Xun raised his hand and held her waist.

After riding for a few minutes, she hesitated for a moment, “Am I too fast? Are you scared?”

Song Xun made a soft sound, his voice drifting slightly in the wind, “A little scared.”

He tightened his hold on her waist and said, “As long as you’re happy.”

The production team probably didn’t expect either of them to know how to ride a motorcycle, so they hadn’t installed cameras on it.

“Then I’ll slow down. Will this still be uncomfortable?” Shu Qian thoughtfully reduced her speed.

The reason she had been so fast at first was to shake off the cameras following them.

Seeing no crew cars in the rearview mirror, Shu Qian simply turned off the engine and gave Song Xun a look, “Is this okay?”

She reached out and turned off the microphone.

Song Xun slowly withdrew his hand from her waist and said, “Yeah.”

He turned off his microphone as well.

[???? I admit I’m feeling a little weird about this]

[Me too… listening to their conversation alone, I’d really get the wrong idea about the speed talk]

[Speechless, can you stop shipping them? Even the monk can’t be left alone?]

[Freedom of thought, okay? How is this shipping? Such fragile hearts. Just separate them, don’t let them breathe the same air.]

[My focus is on why the sound disappeared??? They said that part and then silence—really makes people imagine things.]

“What’s wrong? Something to say?” Song Xun looked down at the girl in front of him.

In the scorching sun, her skin was flawless, with light makeup that didn’t look cakey; her natural peach-colored blush spread softly, eyeshadow a pale pink, the fullness under her eyes alluring yet innocent, and her peach-colored glossy lips quietly tempting.

Shu Qian looked up, meeting his cool gaze, and said faintly, “I didn’t know you were on this show too.”

Implying she hadn’t come with any particular agenda.

Song Xun’s lips curled slightly, his voice clear and refreshing like a spring: “I knew you were here.”

“?”

What did that mean?

He knew she was here, so he came.

He knew she was here, yet still came.

Shu Qian leaned toward the latter.

How could Song Xun have come just for her? No need to think twice—impossible.

Shu Qian was about to say more when the production car caught up, so she turned her microphone back on.

Both acted as if nothing had happened.

Shu Qian thought, there was nothing to explain.

She just touched his waist, and he touched hers—it was fair.

They arrived at the town’s market. Shu Qian didn’t bother to take off the shirt around her waist.

Under the dark shirt, her long slender legs shone even more.

Song Xun averted his gaze, expression calm but seemingly concealing waves of emotion; he casually twisted the Buddhist beads on his wrist.

They entered the town’s only big supermarket. Song Xun pushed the cart; Shu Qian walked beside him.

“Shall we buy some groceries?”

Song Xun nodded.

Shu Qian glanced past the meat section and quietly picked vegetables into the cart.

Seeing her head towards the water and drinks area, with no sign of buying meat, Song Xun turned, picked several packs of meat, and put them into the cart.

Shu Qian turned, surprised, “Do you eat meat?”

Song Xun added a box of spare ribs. “You eat; don’t worry about me.”

Shu Qian touched her nose awkwardly, “…I can’t cook.”

She was the typical kitchen disaster—capable of blowing up a kitchen.

At most, she would make a salad, no fire needed.

A smile appeared in Song Xun’s eyes. “I’ll cook.”

Now that he said it, Shu Qian couldn’t say she was on a diet and couldn’t eat more—that would be ungrateful.

[Song Xun can handle both the living room and the kitchen, give me a boyfriend like this!]

[I want to eat the dishes Song Xun cooks 🙂 What has Shu Qian done to deserve this?!]

They reached the refrigerated dairy section; Shu Qian stopped.

Before she could speak, Song Xun grabbed a big box of strawberry yogurt. “This one?”

Without waiting for her answer, he put the yogurt in the cart, as if he knew her too well.

Shu Qian wanted to ask how he was so precise, but with cameras on, she said nothing.

They had to pretend they were strangers; if his fans knew they were nominally married, Shu Qian wouldn’t last in this industry.

After a few steps, Shu Qian corrected her own thoughts.

It wasn’t pretending to be strangers.

They really didn’t know each other well.

When the two arrived at the snack aisle, Shu Qian thought about her agent’s instructions and didn’t even glance, about to leave when Song Xun had already put a bag of jelly, a box of milk candy, rainbow candy, and several packs of chips into the cart.

Shu Qian stared, “You still like these?”

A man who appeared ascetic and pure liked snacks?

Song Xun raised his eyelids and looked at her, “Aren’t these your favorites?”

“…”

Shu Qian looked more carefully.

They really were all her favorites!

Orange-flavored milk candies, cucumber-flavored chips, the jelly brand wasn’t common either—it was perfectly tailored to her tastes.

One or two could be coincidence, but three or four?

Had Song Xun researched her preferences? She had so many favorites; wasn’t that too detailed?

Besides, their public image was that of strangers. This made it hard for others not to suspect they knew each other before.

What on earth was Song Xun up to?

At this moment, the live chat also showed similar questions:

[Why does Song Xun seem to know Shu Qian so well?]

[Do these two know each other? No way. Shu Qian just entered the industry recently, and Song Xun has already retired to become a monk.]

[I’m not sure if I should say this, but this really feels like they live together. How can a roommate situation be this harmonious?!]

Song Xun’s hardcore fans fell silent again.

Shu Qian smiled and teased, “Song, you observe things so well. You guessed what I wanted to eat just by looking once. If you were a cop, wouldn’t you spot the thief in one look?”

Song Xun pushed the cart, voice gentle, “Not that good.”

He probably just wasn’t interested in observing others.

After buying some household items, they reached the checkout, the cart already full.

The line was long; while waiting, Shu Qian’s gaze naturally fell on the nearby display shelf.

Colorful plastic boxes looked like candy at first glance.

For a moment, Shu Qian thought there was no size info on the boxes. If someone wanted to buy these, wouldn’t they have to look carefully for a long time?

Just as that thought settled, Shu Qian felt uneasy.

She didn’t think much and was about to clear her mind.

But it was already too late.

[Mission triggered: Choose one box of contraceptive supplies from the nearby shelf and buy it within five minutes.]