"Where did this mosquito come from? Can you hear it? Why is it buzzing in my ear?" Ji Chi mischievously whispered in his ear.
Wen He looked up, their eyes met, and Wen He said loudly, "Thank you, Ji Chi."
"Um."
Ji Chi reached out and ruffled the top of his head, a smile playing on his lips and in the corners of his eyes.
So this is what it feels like to be thanked... Not bad.
Seeing everyone approaching, he dragged his suitcase and walked outside.
There is a hotel halfway up the mountain, which caters to tourists. Normally, tourists need to book in advance, but not Ji Chi.
The group walked along the street, using the bright streetlights to head towards the hotel in the distance.
Wen He silently followed behind Ji Chi, his small paper bag once again taking up the small space on the other's suitcase.
Ji Chi took the lead and walked at the very front. Wen He looked at the group of people following behind and seemed to realize that her question had caused trouble for them.
He jogged forward, tugged at the other person's sleeve, and his soft voice was exceptionally clear in the darkness.
"Thank you, Ji Chi..."
"Hmm..." Ji Chi slowed his pace and responded to the other person without turning his head. The moonlight stretched their shadows long.
Wen He released her grip on his sleeve and instead grabbed the metal handle of the suitcase. The two gradually synchronized their steps and walked side by side.
Soon, a large group of people arrived at the hotel. The crew members, who were holding cameras, remained in the lobby. Ji Chi handed the room key to Xie Zhengci.
"Two sheets, wash them separately."
"Okay, thanks," Xie Zhengci, taking the room key and thanking him.
Wen He was about to leave with Zhang Shengsheng when Ji Chi grabbed her by the collar and led her to another room.
Ji Chi locked the door from the inside and handed the paper bag from the suitcase to Wen He, saying, "Go wash up first."
"Oh..." Wen He carried the small bag into the bathroom.
The hotel bathroom was much larger than Wen He had imagined.
A full-length mirror was placed directly in front of the bathtub, its purpose unclear... Wen He examined the bathroom supplies and began washing up.
Ji Chi lay on the sofa, took a glass of ice water from the mini-fridge, and pressed it against his face to cool it down. He could hear the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. He slowly closed his eyes to stop his mind from wandering.
Wen He washed up quickly, and in less than ten minutes, he came out with his hair still wet.
The steam flushed the boy's face bright red, even making his neck pink. Wen He, stepping through the water, said softly, " Ji Chi, Ji Chi, I'm done washing..."
"Um"
Ji Chi went into the bathroom and took out the hair dryer hanging on the wall. He didn't hand the hair dryer to Wen He, but plugged it in directly.
The hairdryer, plugged in, made a creaking sound in the bathroom. Ji Chi pulled Wen He's smooth arm and dragged him in front of him, the warm air blowing on his head.
"I can do it myself..."
"Shut up"
"Oh..." That's fierce.
"The hair dryers here are different from the ones outside. If you break one, you'll have to pay for it. Can you afford to pay for it?"
A warm breeze brushed against the back of his neck, causing an itch from the aftereffects of his sunburn. He tried to dodge the warm breeze, but Ji Chi held him down.
"How much is it...?"
"Not expensive, only one thousand each."
one thousand?!
"Then go ahead and blow it... thank you."
"Um"
Wen He didn't move this time. Even though the warm air was blowing into his back, he didn't dare to move, afraid that he might accidentally bump into Ji Chi's hand... that would be bad.
Ji Chi positioned the air vent directly at the back of Wen He's neck, providing a clear view all the way down.
It only stayed for a second before returning to his head, until the soft hair on his hands dried. Ji Chi rubbed the messy hair in front of him and pushed the other person out of the bathroom.
"Alright, go outside and wait for me. Don't leave the house."
"Mmm..." Wen He nodded, sat on the sofa, and obediently played with her phone.
After locking the door, Ji Chi took off his dirty clothes and stepped into the bathroom.
The entire bathroom was warm and cozy from the heating. Ji Chi turned down the water temperature and began to rinse his skin.
Wen He obediently curled up on the sofa, his hand sinking into it as he pressed it down.
So soft... it feels like sitting on a cake, my whole body is enveloped in it.
Wen He lay back on the sofa, eyes closed, resting... it felt so comfortable.
It's even more comfortable and softer than the bed in the cabin.
Ah, that feels so good!
Ji Chi a quick shower, and when he came out, he found that the Little Wooden Head who had been sitting on the sofa was now asleep.
He gathered up his disheveled bathrobe, dried the water droplets from his abs, and went back into the bathroom, turning the hairdryer to its lowest setting.
After he finished getting ready, he had a fleeting thought of carrying the other person to bed and letting them sleep in the hotel.
Ji Chi lay on the soft bed, scrolling through his phone.
The production crew downstairs couldn't wait any longer and the directors kept sending messages to everyone.
Ji Chi ignored the program crew's message, put his phone on silent, and took a blanket from the cabinet to cover Wen He.
An hour later, the production team was sitting on the sofa on the first floor. He had just sent messages to each guest, and the reply he received was always "wait a moment."
Xie Zhengci even sent a message suggesting that everyone rest at the hotel, since the live broadcast had already been shut down and no one would know.
After all, once people have showered, no one wants to walk into the mountains and lie on the hard ground to become mosquitoes' dinner.
The crew members, seeing that no one wanted to get off, couldn't help but laugh in exasperation.
Xie Zhengci: Increase Investment
Director: OK, no problem.
Xie Zhengci rebooked several rooms and distributed the room keys to everyone.
One person per room.
Jiang Ye held the room key that belonged to Wen He tightly in his hand.
Jiang Ye took off the glasses he always wore, his vision becoming somewhat blurry. He walked to Ji Chi's door and knocked.
Ji Chi Ji Chi looked at Wen He, who was sleeping on the sofa. Seeing that she did not react, he quietly walked to the door and opened it.
Seeing that the person who came was Ji Chi, he was not surprised. He handed the room card in his hand to Ji Chi. His gaze bypassed the wall of people blocking his way and looked at the small bulge on the sofa.
"This is Xiao He's room key. Is he asleep?" Jiang Ye asked in a low voice. Just as he was about to look again, Ji Chi closed the door halfway, completely blocking the other's view.
He reached out and took the room key from the other person. "Okay, I understand. Is there anything else?"
Jiang Ye opened his mouth, then swallowed back what he wanted to say, finally only whispering, "Don't bully him."
Ji Chi sneered, slammed the door shut, and casually slammed the room key from his palm onto the table.
He half-squatted under the sofa, reached out and pinched Wen He's nostrils for two seconds, then quickly released them just as the other was about to frown.
"So what if I bully you? What can you do about it?"
Ji Chi tucked him back in, turned down the air conditioner temperature by one degree, then lay back down on the bed and started watching videos.
It's so hot...
Ji Chi slept all night. During the first half of the night, he would frequently check on Wen He to see if she had woken up and if she was properly covered with a blanket. He finally managed to fall asleep in the early hours of the morning.
The next morning, when Wen He woke up, he was still a little dazed looking at the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling...
Where is this?
He climbed up from the sofa, which was as soft as tofu, and his gaze fell on the bulge on the white bed.
Is it Ji Chi?