Jiang Tu stepped out of the bathroom and saw the girl still standing in the same spot, her eyes half-closed as if lost in thought.
After a moment, Jiang Tu parted his thin lips lightly and said, “Qiao Shu, the bathwater is ready.”
Qiao Shu snapped back to reality. “Okay, thank you!”
Qiao Shu entered Jiang Tu’s walk-in closet and froze in place the moment she stepped inside. There were many women’s clothes inside.
This—this—
Who did this?
Women’s pajamas were hanging alongside men’s pajamas, all in matching couple sets, including some sexy spaghetti-strap nightgowns.
Qiao Shu’s lips twitched slightly. “Jiang Tu.”
Jiang Tu walked in, his voice carrying a gentleness he himself hadn’t noticed. “What’s wrong?”
Qiao Shu glanced at the pajamas. “What’s this?”
Seeing the women’s pajamas hanging next to his own, Jiang Tu cleared his throat lightly. “Mom probably prepared them for you.”
A warm feeling flowed through Qiao Shu’s heart. She had thought she’d have to wear that red wedding nightgown again.
That would have been so awkward.
After finishing her bath, Qiao Shu didn’t see Jiang Tu. After the last time, she already knew where the hairdryer was.
She had thought that after cutting her hair short, she wouldn’t need a hairdryer anymore, but it seemed she had been too optimistic.
With a soft click, the door opened.
The noisy hairdryer masked the sound of the door opening. Qiao Shu was focused on drying her hair and didn’t notice that Jiang Tu had returned.
As Jiang Tu entered, he heard the sound of the hairdryer. His gaze lingered on the vanity area.
The girl was facing the mirror, drying her hair. She was wearing light-colored cotton pajamas, quite conservatively styled.
After a moment of silence, Jiang Tu picked up his pajamas and headed into the bathroom.
Only after drying her hair did Qiao Shu hear the sound of water from the bathroom. She paused. When had Jiang Tu returned?
It was still early, so Qiao Shu lifted the covers and got into bed. Leaning against the headboard, she held her phone and read a novel, so engrossed that she didn’t even notice when Jiang Tu came out of the bathroom.
Seeing this scene, Jiang Tu paused while drying his hair. The girl’s eyes and brows were filled with a smile, her pink lips curved upward. What was she looking at that made her so happy?
Sensing someone watching her, Qiao Shu looked up and met Jiang Tu’s deep, affectionate peach-blossom eyes.
Their gazes locked, and Qiao Shu’s fingers stiffened.
He—he—he—
His pajamas were a matching couple set with hers!
Was Jiang Tu doing this on purpose?
He had already seen her wearing this, yet he still put on the matching set. Did he want to wear couple pajamas with her?
Qiao Shu subtly shifted her gaze away. Her heartbeat gradually quickened, and her cheeks began to feel warm.
Taking in the girl’s expression, Jiang Tu paused while drying his hair and asked, “What’s wrong?”
Qiao Shu blurted out, “Nothing.”
A faint smile, unnoticed even by himself, curved Jiang Tu’s lips as he casually sat on the bed.
Qiao Shu felt a bit distracted. Even though her phone had a privacy screen protector, she was still afraid Jiang Tu might notice.
Afraid he would discover she was reading a romance novel.
Jiang Tu dried his short hair until it was half-dry, then lifted the covers and got into bed, lazily leaning against the headboard.
“Buzz…”
Qiao Shu’s phone vibrated in her hand. A call was coming in—it was her agent, Zhang Qian. She glanced sideways at Jiang Tu, about to lift the covers and get out of bed.
“Answer it here. I’ll step out.”
Qiao Shu’s fingers stiffened slightly. Was he going to go out into the cold wind? What a sin. It wouldn’t hurt for him to stay here.
“No need, you can stay here,” Qiao Shu said, swiping to answer the call. “Hello, Qianjie.”
“Are you asleep yet?”
“Not yet.”
“Post something on Weibo to engage with your followers. How long has it been since you last logged in? Since you started filming, you haven’t posted anything at all. You already have so few fans, and now—”
Qiao Shu interrupted her, “I got it.”
“It’s best to post a selfie, a vlog would be even better. You look most beautiful when you’re active.”
Qiao Shu’s cheeks flushed. Did Jiang Tu hear that? She glanced sideways at the man beside her.
The man held a book in his slender hand, his eyelids half-closed, his expression calm. He probably hadn’t heard.
Qiao Shu pursed her red lips, “Can’t I just use text? Post ‘Happy New Year’s Eve’ and ‘Happy New Year.'”
“You can post that at midnight, but you must post something tomorrow. A selfie shouldn’t be too hard for you, right?”
Qiao Shu sighed, “Fine.”
After hanging up, Qiao Shu wondered if she had to stay up late to post on Weibo at the right time. If only the mobile version of Weibo had a scheduling feature. Usually, she went to bed at ten if nothing was going on.
A female celebrity’s beauty secret is to sleep and wake up early. No expensive cosmetics can compare to that.
“You can schedule it.”
A deep, magnetic voice sounded in her ear. Qiao Shu’s pupils contracted slightly. Could this man read minds?
“How did you know what I was thinking?”
Jiang Tu glanced at her calmly, answering a different question, “The laptop is on the coffee table. The password is 1010.”
Qiao Shu: “…”
In silence, Qiao Shu threw off the covers and got out of bed, heading toward the coffee table. Who uses their own birthday as a computer password? And this person is a celebrity.
He wasn’t even worried about his laptop getting lost.
Jiang Tu’s laptop was in sleep mode. She entered the password, and the interface that greeted her was the website version of Weibo.
Jiang Tu hadn’t logged out of his Weibo account. Qiao Shu’s hand trembled slightly. Oh no, what was she seeing?
She had never seen so many private messages before.
Qiao Shu wasn’t familiar with the website version of Weibo. She fumbled around, trying to figure out how to log out of Jiang Tu’s account and log into her own. Instinctively, she found the way.
[Qiao Shu v: Wishing everyone a Happy New Year! May you stay healthy and achieve all your dreams in the new year!]
That should do it. Qiao Shu’s fingers flew across the keyboard. Aren’t all New Year’s greetings like this?
Simple and sincere.
After scheduling the Weibo post, Qiao Shu logged out, put the laptop back into sleep mode, and headed to the bathroom.
Five minutes later, Qiao Shu emerged from the bathroom.
The man was still reading. Under the fluorescent light, his skin appeared even fairer, as if surrounded by a soft white glow. He was truly handsome.
Jiang Tu lifted his eyelids to look at her, “Going to sleep?”
“Yes.” Qiao Shu snapped out of her daze, walked around the foot of the bed to the other side, and climbed in under the covers.
Jiang Tu put down his book and went into the bathroom.
Curled up under the bright red covers, Qiao Shu took out her phone. She might as well read a little more of her novel.
When Jiang Tu came out of the bathroom, he saw a small lump under the covers. The girl was facing away from him, revealing a bit of…
Jiang Tu paused for a few seconds, then got into bed, turned off the light, and even switched off the nightlight on his side.
Qiao Shu hid her phone under the pillow and curled up into a small ball. Her body wasn’t cold, but her feet were.
Qiao Shu fell asleep quickly. She slept soundly, with the only flaw being her morning grumpiness.
That night, driven by instinct, she sought warmth again. This time, she snuggled up against Jiang Tu, pressing her icy feet tightly against his calves.
So cold. Jiang Tu took a deep breath, the familiar scent of roses lingering at the tip of his nose. He opened his eyes to see Qiao Shu’s beautiful face.
Suddenly, Qiao Shu reached out and wrapped her arms around Jiang Tu’s waist, a satisfied smile appearing on her sleeping face.
Jiang Tu: “…”
The girl’s eyes were tightly shut, her long, curled lashes casting a faint shadow. Her skin was smooth as fine jade, and beneath her delicate nose were two lips shimmering with an alluring hue.
Jiang Tu’s dark eyes were deep and restrained, making it impossible to discern the emotions hidden within.