“I… I’m not looking down on you!”
The original owner hadn’t looked down on him either. Those videos were just brainwashing for her past self—otherwise, she wouldn’t have done something so reckless.
If it weren’t for her own safety, Song Yunfei might’ve even told him the truth.
Chu Jinhan sighed, tossing the towel aside. His hair fell messily over his forehead, slightly damp.
He looked at her seriously. “You don’t need to explain. I’m not blaming you.”
“…Might as well blame me.”
“What?”
“Nothing. How could you ever believe me?”
Chu Jinhan stared at her without blinking, saying nothing—clearly, he didn’t believe her.
Song Yunfei’s heart thumped violently. These past few days, she had finally managed to rebuild a little goodwill between them—she couldn’t let it drop now.
She squared her shoulders and wrapped her arms around Chu Jinhan’s arm. “I really, truly am not looking down on you.”
He glanced down at her briefly, his gaze lingering on the arms wrapped around him.
Song Yunfei tugged him gently. “Alright, don’t be mad. Come sleep in the bed with me—this sofa is way too uncomfortable.”
Chu Jinhan didn’t move a muscle.
She sighed inwardly. Seems like she was doomed. He was probably growing more and more annoyed with her.
Heart sinking, she stood up, ready to retreat to the bed.
Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed.
Startled, she turned, but before she could react, the world spun, and she collapsed onto the slightly firm sofa.
A tall shadow loomed over her.
In the panic, she saw a familiar face quickly descending toward her—Chu Jinhan pressing down, his entire body looming.
She instinctively shut her eyes.
Seconds passed. Nothing happened.
Cautiously, she opened one eye and caught sight of his face right above hers. Their breaths mingled, shallow and quick.
Her heart pounded like a drum.
Their lips were less than a centimeter apart.
“You…” Song Yunfei’s voice trembled, uncertain what to say.
Of course, the timing couldn’t have been worse—sounds from the neighboring apartment started again.
The sofa was far enough away that it wasn’t as loud as if it were on a bed, but in this dead-silent room, the faint noises were maddening.
Chu Jinhan stared at her for a long time.
He didn’t speak, didn’t kiss her. Song Yunfei’s stomach churned with nerves.
Just when she thought they would stay like this all night, Chu Jinhan finally spoke.
“Don’t worry. I’ll give you plenty of time to change your mind.”
His voice was low, slightly husky. “I’m not against you finding something better. During this time, I’ll fulfill my responsibilities, and you won’t have to feel burdened.”
“…But why say it like this while hovering over me?”
Song Yunfei stared into his dark eyes for a long moment, then muttered awkwardly, “So… could you maybe get up first? You’re pressing down on me—I can barely breathe.”
“…All right.”
After a pause, Chu Jinhan finally stood and released her.
Song Yunfei also got up, exhaling.
Clearly, he had taken those videos to heart.
And plainly, he didn’t have much romantic attachment to her—otherwise, what man would make such audacious statements to his own girlfriend? Even a puppy dog of a boyfriend knows how to guard what’s his.
Still, she felt there might be hope. She nodded. “Okay. If I change my mind, I’ll tell you.”
Chu Jinhan responded coolly, a simple acknowledgment.
She picked up the nearby hair dryer and smiled. “But I haven’t changed my mind yet. I’m still your girlfriend. So let me help dry your hair.”
Standing, she plugged in the dryer and aimed it at Chu Jinhan’s damp, messy hair.
He froze where he stood.
The warm air ruffled his hair, and her fingers ran gently through the strands, untangling them.
She stood close, the faint scent of her body wash drifting around him, teasing his senses.
His gaze fell, following the slight sway of her blouse as she moved, catching glimpses of her fair waist.
Soon enough, her hair was dry.
Song Yunfei turned off the hair dryer, and the room fell into quiet. She ran her fingers through his short hair one last time.
“All done. You can go to bed now. Get some rest—you’ve got work tomorrow.”
Chu Jinhan remained silent, offering no reply.
Song Yunfei picked up the milk tea from the table and sipped slowly—no point letting it go to waste after buying it.
Chu Jinhan turned his head to watch her.
This time, Song Yunfei didn’t dare scroll through any videos. Instead, she opened a drama on her phone.
She tucked her hair behind her ear, revealing her pale profile, and bit on the straw as she focused on the show.
The fan in the distance sent strands of hair floating gently around her.
After a bit of exertion earlier, a thin layer of sweat had formed on her temples and neck.
By the time she finished her milk tea, her stomach felt slightly bloated.
She let out a small belch and glanced over, only to find Chu Jinhan still sitting beside her.
“You’re still awake?”
His eyes landed on her phone. “Watching a drama.”
She was surprised. “You… watch this kind of idol drama too?”
“Mm.”
Song Yunfei grinned. “Then let’s go lie on the bed to watch. Honestly, it’s pretty good.”
Chu Jinhan’s eyes stayed fixed on the screen, studying the actors.
Suddenly, he murmured, “This actress… looks familiar.”
Song Yunfei nearly dropped her phone. He was referring to the third female lead—a relatively unknown actress with maybe under a million followers online, not even a full-blown influencer.
But her identity wasn’t simple. If memory served, she was the female lead’s best friend, also a close friend of Chu Jinhan’s fiancée. Of course he would recognize her.
To avoid raising suspicion, Song Yunfei remained calm. “Well, celebrities are all familiar-looking.”
Chu Jinhan nodded in agreement. “True.”
Song Yunfei quietly exhaled, putting her phone away. “Alright, let’s just lie down. I’m tired.”
Chu Jinhan followed her to the bed.
She had no intention of continuing the drama, but he said, “Open that drama again. Let’s keep watching.”
“…We shouldn’t. We’ve got work tomorrow.”
“What’s it called?”
Song Yunfei twitched at the corner of her mouth. Did he plan to watch it himself? That wouldn’t do.
She reopened the drama. “Don’t go getting a membership. Let’s just watch together.”
Chu Jinhan gave a simple acknowledgment.
Only the desk lamp remained lit. They leaned against the headboard, watching quietly.
Whenever the third female lead appeared, Song Yunfei deliberately tried to distract him.
“That second male lead doesn’t look like a good person.”“I think it’s the second female lead framing her.”“This supporting actor is handsome—almost as much as you.”
…
Chu Jinhan didn’t interrupt her, watching the drama as if she weren’t talking at all.
“I think the father-in-law is bad… the final twist will be… the mastermind behind it all…”
Her voice trailed off.
Chu Jinhan’s shoulders stiffened. He turned to look, only to see Song Yunfei leaning against his shoulder, fast asleep.
Her phone had fallen onto the bed.
He picked it up, dragging the progress bar back to the familiar actress’s face.
The white light from the screen illuminated his cold, sharp features. He sat quietly, as if in meditation, eyes fixed on that single frame.