Jiang Tingxu came out of the bathroom and was somewhat surprised to see the wreckage all over the floor. "What happened to the table?"
"Was it too old? Or am I too heavy?" Si You pointed at the highest window.
"Sometimes your bones hurt me when they press against me, and you call that fat?" Jiang Tingxu draped the towel around his neck, stepped forward, bent down, then directly hugged Si You's legs and lifted him up. "Close it."
Si You stretched out an arm, and the next second, the window shut tightly. That way, they would not feel any drafts while sleeping at night.
Sister Chen's messages began bombarding Jiang Tingxu.
Jiang Tingxu frowned as he read them, then called her. "What nonsense are you thinking? Si You climbed onto the table to close the window. The table collapsed, not the bed."
Sister Chen choked, slowly letting out the breath lodged in her chest. But then she noticed something else. "How do you know?"
"Si You is right beside me."
Sister Chen: "...You sleep together?"
"You could say we've been sleeping together ever since we got here."
Wei Chen fell silent. That was right—she had thought Jiang Tingxu only went to Si You's room when he truly could not hold back anymore. Never had she expected that he had never intended to hold back from the very beginning! Ha ha.
Sister Chen had graduated from an elite school and had built quite a name for herself in the industry over the years, yet faced with Jiang Tingxu's matter-of-fact "affair," she could not even find an emotion strong enough to vent. In the end, Sister Chen hung up in utter despair.
The next day, autumn rain came in waves. Zheng Zaisheng gave everyone the day off. This crew looked relaxed,