Su Ci, "......" Yingying baby, ask me if you don't understand, I know! Su Ci looked up at the man. Fu Nancheng stood tall with long legs in the living room, his black overcoat still on, exuding an air of noble elegance. He glanced indifferently at the item in Fu Yingying's hand, then looked at her. Su Ci felt like dying. "Yingying, give it to me, I'm going back to my room," Su Ci said, quickly retreating to her room with the big box. ... In the room. Su Ci took out her phone and sent a WeChat message to Lin Jiaojiao: 'Jiaojiao, what do you mean by sending me that??' Lin Jiaojiao didn't reply, probably just returning to the country and adjusting to the time difference. Su Ci covered her flushed face and went to take a shower first. When she came out, feeling thirsty, she left her room to get a drink of water from the dining room. After pouring a glass of warm water and taking a couple of sips, she turned around and suddenly bumped into a broad and firm chest. The water in the cup spilled out, soaking a large part of the man's black shirt. It was Fu Nancheng. He didn't know when he had come downstairs, standing silently behind her. "Ah!" Su Ci let out a light cry of surprise. Fu Nancheng looked down at her with his handsome eyelids, softly uttering two words, "Don't scream!" After that night's substitute role ended, the two of them hadn't spoken. This was the first thing he said to her, telling her not to scream. A sense of ambiguity instantly enveloped them. Su Ci's clear, dark eyes shimmered with a trail of light as she tried to walk past him. But he blocked her way, his thin, cold lips curling into a mocking smile, "You just walk away after soaking my clothes? Wipe them clean for me."

Su Ci paused, only able to pull out a few tissues to wipe the dampness from his shirt. The man's black shirt sleeves were rolled up a few turns, his hands tucked into his trouser pockets, revealing his solid forearms and an expensive wristwatch. His black trousers were fastened with a costly belt, exuding a cold and ascetic aura as he silently watched her. After a while, he spoke, 'Buying so many things?' Su Ci's hand twitched, knowing he was referring to that large box of condoms. She explained, 'I didn't buy them, my best friend gave them to me.' 'Why did she give them to you and not someone else? What did you do?' '...' At that moment, a 'ding' sound indicated a WeChat message. Lin Jiaojiao's reply had arrived, in the form of two voice messages. To prove her innocence, Su Ci generously played the voice messages for him, 'I didn't do anything, don't you believe me? Listen for yourself.' Lin Jiaojiao's soft and charming voice came through, 'Ci Ci, these are for you and President Fu to use. As your best friend, I've taken care of all the condoms for you and President Fu.' Su Ci's pupils shrank, not understanding what Lin Jiaojiao was talking about! She looked at Fu Nancheng's handsome face in horror. The frightening part was that the second voice message played right after, 'Oh Ci Ci, I hope I didn't get the wrong size, this is already the largest size, it should match President Fu's... generosity.' Su Ci, '...' The atmosphere became eerily quiet. Su Ci looked at Fu Nancheng, and Fu Nancheng was looking at her. Fu Nancheng's narrow eyes had darkened, his protruding Adam's apple moving casually as he leaned forward, closing in on her, 'You told your best friend about us, did you also talk about this matter?'

His handsome face drew closer, carrying the crisp and clean scent of fir that clung to him. Su Ci's little face blushed more and more, unsure if it was his lowered voice or the man himself who was particularly adept at seduction, a walking hormone. She could only frown and say with a serious expression, 'No! I definitely haven't told anyone! I have nothing to do with President Fu!'