Chapter 73: Wait for Me in Bed

But soon, everyone was stunned.

Originally, the group had imagined that Gu Chuan and Jiang Mi would be so sweet and clingy, probably flirting while playing volleyball.

But they were all left dumbfounded as they watched the volleyball being spiked back and forth aggressively in the air.

Gu Chuan was fierce, but Jiang Mi was even fiercer.

Jiang Mi was intense, but Gu Chuan was even more intense.

So, before they went on the court, did these two break up or something?

Or maybe Gu Chuan and Jiang Mi’s relationship wasn’t what everyone thought it was—perhaps they were actually enemies?

【Whoa, what’s going on? Why did they suddenly start fighting?】

【Holy crap, I’m confused. When we said “fight,” we meant in bed, not this kind of fight!】

【Wait, are they playing volleyball or are they fighting? They’re both so fierce!】

【And to think people said Jiang Mi was some female guest and Gu Chuan was some mysterious big shot. Seeing them like this, haha, how could that be true!】

【But honestly, both Gu Chuan and Jiang Mi are so strong.】

【Maybe it’s just me, but even though they’re going head-to-head, why does it look so… full of tension?】

Soon, the score reached 4:4.

The next point would be the deciding one.

Whoever won would be the final victor.

Jiang Mi initiated with a high lob and quickly moved to the net, her voice sweet, “I haven’t thanked you for getting me to the finals yet.”

Gu Chuan countered the ball and also moved to the net, “How do you want to thank me?”

“Hmm…” Jiang Mi stretched out the word softly, then suddenly stepped back two paces, raising her arm high to fiercely spike the ball back.

As Gu Chuan saw the ball coming straight for his face and prepared to counterattack, he suddenly heard a soft, pained sound from the girl.

He looked up and saw her delicate, pretty face showing a hint of pain, her slender brows slightly furrowed, her eyes downcast as she looked at her wrist.

Her red lips pressed together slightly, curving downward, as if she had been wronged by someone.

His heart softened instantly, and he turned his head to dodge the ball she had spiked back, taking two steps forward to gently hold her hand and examine it closely.

He saw her slender, delicate wrist, slightly red, looking so pitiful and fragile.

But as the sound of the volleyball hitting the ground rang out, Jiang Mi’s sweet voice followed, “I won.”

Gu Chuan raised his eyes and was met with Jiang Mi’s sly, lively smile.

A rare hint of amusement flickered in the depths of his usually cold, dark eyes, his voice low and magnetic, “You won a long time ago.”

The moment he felt something for her, she had already won.

And he, losing to her, found it utterly sweet.

So, even though he knew Jiang Mi was pretending, he couldn’t help but feel his heart ache seeing her look so pained.

His warm, rough thumb gently massaged her delicate wrist, “Does it hurt?”

Jiang Mi paused, feeling a surge of warm, tender emotions.

It hadn’t hurt before.

But now, suddenly, it did.

Her voice took on a slightly spoiled tone.

“It hurts. It’s all because of you.”

“My fault.”

Indeed, seeing how enthusiastic Jiang Mi was, with a posture suggesting she wanted a good fight, he had gone along with her.

But now, seeing how delicate she was being, Gu Chuan regretted it.

Suddenly, her fingers lightly tickled his palm, sending a soft, fragrant warmth spreading throughout his body.

Jiang Mi blinked her eyes mischievously and said, “Since you were wrong, you should be punished.”

Gu Chuan murmured in agreement, “Alright.”

Jiang Mi suddenly leaned closer to Gu Chuan.

Talking about strategy wasn’t appropriate now.

Nighttime, in bed, with just the two of them, would be private, and perfect.

She lightly licked her red lips, her voice soft and filled with teasing and temptation, “Wait for me in bed so I can punish you.”

Gu Chuan’s heart trembled, and deep within his calm, dark eyes, a storm of wild emotions began to surge—Mimi!

But by then, Jiang Mi had already pushed away the man’s firm chest and shouted toward the director, “Director, I won!”

The director, still reeling from Jiang Mi’s words about waiting in bed—what the heck!

This was live!

With a mic on!

Broadcast to the entire internet!

Wait for the internet police to show up!

His mouth twitched fiercely, his voice harsh as if someone had dug up his family’s ancestral grave.

“Oh! You won! You can take Ji Tong out for a big meal now!”

Jiang Mi: “???!!!”