The game expo lasted three days. During that time, Chunan stayed at a hotel with Xiaohan.

They could’ve gone home at night—it was only an hour’s drive—but it was too much hassle. Besides, he had money now. He could afford to splurge a little.

He’d booked a double-bed room.

The hotel was top-tier in Jiujiang. The room was flawless. Luxury seeped into every detail of the decor the moment you stepped inside.

At least sensorially, it was worth the steep nightly price.

Xiaohan had never stayed in a hotel this fancy. She bounced onto the bed the second she entered. "Ha—! This bed’s so soft! Way comfier than ours at home!"

Chunan raised an eyebrow.

Great. She was already saying "ours."

Not shy at all.

He yanked her off the bed. "Shower first. You’ve been sweating all day outside. Don’t you find it gross?"

Xiaohan wriggled free from his grip. She stared at him for two seconds, then pounced, hugging him tight and rubbing against him. "So you’re the OCD one, huh? OCD? My sweat disgusts you, does it?"

Chunan frowned. His irritation at her words overpowered the pleasant warmth of her body. He flipped her onto the nearby sofa, looming darkly. "You started it? Want me to help you shower?"

Xiaohan shot back, "Fine! Scrub my back!"

"Sure. With a toilet brush."

"…"

She kicked his stomach lightly. "I’ll shower myself!"

—Of course, she held back.

Chunan dropped it. He grabbed the clothes bag from the bed and started sorting through outfits.

Xiaohan squinted at him for a few seconds. Then she silently lifted her collar and sniffed.

Smelled nice.

Tsk. He was just fussy.

They showered one after the other and climbed into bed for their final night activity.

This bed was bigger than theirs at home. Soft, yes, but Chunan wasn’t used to it. After lying on his back awhile, he turned to Xiaohan beside him.

She was sprawled on her stomach in just her underwear, playing the game Old Zhao gave her. Still stuck on that third level.

Her freshly washed hair spilled over her shoulders, smelling sweet. Her focused profile lacked its usual annoying edge. It held a hint of… unique charm.

Her perfect curves were on full display—snowy skin against pink lingerie, adding a touch of cuteness.

Chunan admitted it: ignoring her terrible personality, her current look made his heart skip. Purely physical.

Just a little, though. He wasn’t reckless enough to hit on his childhood friend.

So he really shouldn’t stare.

He pulled the blanket over his stomach, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep.

Tomorrow’s live-stream duties meant resting early.

—Too bad Xiaohan had other plans.

"Chunan! How do I beat this level?! Aaah, why can’t I pass?! This zombie’s so annoying!"

"Why’s my sunlight always low?! How do I even save it up?!"

"Aah, zombies spawn way too fast—it’s unfair!"

"If I had sunlight, they’d all die!"

…

Chunan: "…"

He wanted to hit her.

But seeing her like this, he couldn’t. Resigned, he opened his eyes, rolled over, and became her game coach.

"Are you stupid? This is easy. Plan better early on—anyone could pass it."

Xiaohan frowned. Annoyed, but watching him breeze through levels, she had to admit he was skilled.

…He must’ve known the design. Old Zhao mentioned it—Chunan came up with the concept. (She didn’t get why he suddenly made games, but whatever.)

If she streamed games daily, she’d be just as good.

Still, under his step-by-step guidance, she got hooked. She focused hard on the game.

Which led to… her barely noticing she’d squeezed right next to Chunan. She was half-lying on him, playing obliviously.

Even if she noticed, she wouldn’t care. They’d done this often—especially in high school, with nightly chats.

But Chunan couldn’t stay calm.

His arm pressed against her softness. Zero distance let him feel her scent—that delicate, girlish fragrance he’d never known before.

His mind drifted.

The night passed in torment.

Chunan didn’t know when he fell asleep. He only knew the alarm woke him to an intimate scene—

Xiaohan nestled against his chest, sleeping soundly. They’d spent the night embracing. The blanket was kicked to the floor. Her phone lay charging nearby. The messy bed looked like a post-couple moment.

Chunan silenced the alarm, rubbed his temples, and pushed her off. He got up to dress.

Xiaohan didn’t stir.

After dressing and washing up, he found her curled into a ball, sleeping deeply.

He sighed. Sat at the bed’s edge. Grabbed her foot. Then… tickled her sole.

Xiaohan jolted awake, twisting on the bed, mind still foggy. "Hahahaha, stop! Let go! Hahaha, stop it!"

Chunan halted.

Xiaohan squinted at his hand on her ankle. "What’re you doing?"

"Eight o’clock. Time to rise."

"Only eight?! No one gets up at eight! Sleeping longer won’t kill me on a perfect morning!"

Chunan threw clothes at her face. "Get up now, or I leave without you."

Xiaohan scrambled upright. "Wait—I’m up! Wait for me—Aaah, must you rush? Being late won’t kill us!"

Chunan rubbed his temples, headache brewing. "Think this is a vacation? I’m live-streaming the expo all day. Slacking means pay cuts. Got it?"

"You’ve got over three million. What’s a little cut?"

"Gone soon."

"…Meaning?"

"Don’t you know money makes money?"

"Money makes money? You’re not gambling, are you?! Don’t be stupid! You can’t beat the pros. Lose three million, and we’ll be begging for food!"

"…"