Lin Jing's face was pressed against his clothes, and her breath was filled with the pleasant scent of his body wash. She took a few seconds to regain some consciousness, and instinctively tried to move her head.
He thought she was trying to break free, so he cupped the back of her head and pulled her closer into his embrace.
This time, her face was pressed even tighter. Through his clothes, she could feel the heat of his skin.
Her heart began to race. His slightly rising body temperature made her feel inexplicably flustered. She opened her mouth and instinctively called out, "Sheng Kuang..."
Sheng Kuang suddenly buried his head in the crook of her neck. She shivered all over, and the rest of her words vanished between her lips.
"Just this once, okay?" His voice was very soft. "Lin Jing?"
Lin Jing's heart instantly melted into a puddle. She opened her mouth, but in the end, said nothing, allowing him to hold her.
Lin Jing never in her wildest dreams imagined she would one day be able to embrace Sheng Kuang.
She used to watch his interviews. During fan interaction segments, there were always lucky fans chosen for fan benefits like autographs, handshakes, and hugs.
In front of so many people, perhaps to show respect, he would maintain a slight distance when hugging someone, his arms merely going around them as if for show.
It was a very formal hug.
But even so, back then, Lin Jing, watching through the screen, was filled with envy.
She had even fantasized that if she ever succeeded in chasing him, she would definitely want to have such a formal hug with Sheng Kuang.
Now...
Lin Jing blinked her eyes and glanced at the clothes against her eyelashes, then silently swallowed.
Her fan chase had been too successful.
So successful that their relationship had become twisted.
They had clearly agreed to be lifelong "mom fans."
Now, it had completely changed.
Even if it hadn't changed, this hug had altered everything.
As Lin Jing was lost in her thoughts, Sheng Kuang's phone suddenly rang.
The ringtone was jarringly loud in the quiet room, startling Lin Jing. Seeing that Sheng Kuang didn't react, she couldn't help but remind him, "Your phone."
Sheng Kuang hummed in response and continued to hold her for a while longer before releasing his arms and slowly standing up straight.
After such an intimate embrace, he acted as if nothing had happened, naturally walking to the bedside, unplugging the charger, and answering his phone.
Unsure who was calling, he responded with a couple of casual hums before shoving the phone into his pocket and turning to face Lin Jing.
Upon meeting his gaze, Lin Jing felt an inexplicable panic.
Even though she hadn't initiated the hug, she felt as guilty as could be and instinctively avoided his eyes.
She didn't look at him, but she knew he was looking at her.
Upon meeting his gaze, Lin Jing felt an inexplicable panic.
Even though she hadn't initiated the hug, she felt as guilty as could be and instinctively avoided his eyes.
She didn't look at him, but she knew he was looking at her.
His gaze made her feel utterly uncomfortable. Unable to bear it any longer, she cleared her throat and said, "That was the first time I've been hugged like that by a boy..."
Sheng Kuang was clearly taken aback by her words.
Seeing his reaction, Lin Jing also paused. After two seconds, she belatedly realized what she had just said.
She opened her mouth, then opened it again, suddenly feeling an urge to bite her tongue off on the spot.
What was wrong with her?
As long as she saw Sheng Kuang, she had to embarrass herself in front of him, or she wouldn't be able to live, right?
Normally, she was quite clever and calm, but in front of him, she was always so reckless.
Lin Jing inwardly chided herself as she regretfully closed her eyes.
Sheng Kuang let out a low chuckle at her reaction, "Coincidentally."
Lin Jing: "?"
Lin Jing didn't understand what he meant for a moment and looked up at him.
Sheng Kuang picked up the jacket from the bed and put it on, "It was my first time too."
Lin Jing: "..."
The phrase "first time" sounded quite normal coming from her.
For some reason, when Sheng Kuang said it, the words took on a different meaning, making one's imagination run wild.
Perhaps the takeout had arrived. After saying this, Sheng Kuang left the room.
Lin Jing sat alone on the sofa, overthinking and feeling increasingly impure.
To give herself something to do, she noticed a bag lying on the floor nearby and walked over to pick it up.
She hadn't expected the bag to be so heavy and couldn't lift it at first.
Extremely curious about what was inside, she opened the bag and saw its contents, which left her utterly speechless.
Sheng Kuang returned quickly and was surprised to see her squatting on the floor, counting the items in the bag he had just brought back from the supermarket. He placed the takeout on the table and asked, "What are you counting?"
Lin Jing ignored him. After finishing her count, she looked up at Sheng Kuang, "There are 16 bottles in total. 6666, 'Kuangshen,' are you planning to drink alone until dawn?"
Sheng Kuang pulled up a chair and sat opposite Lin Jing. "I don't plan to drink."
Lin Jing rolled her eyes, giving him a look of disbelief.
Sheng Kuang opened the takeout bag and took out the food. "I really don't plan to drink. The club has rules, and we can't drink during competitions."
Lin Jing: "So, you bought them just to look at?"
Sheng Kuang hummed in response, tore open the chopstick wrapper, and handed them to Lin Jing.
Lin Jing said thank you and took the chopsticks.
They ate their takeout in silence for a while. Lin Jing looked up at Sheng Kuang opposite her.
The young man looked as if nothing had happened, his expression largely unchanged.
Lin Jing stared at Sheng Kuang for a few seconds, then looked down and ate a few more bites of takeout, before looking up at Sheng Kuang again.
Since they met, he had been acting very normal, but at this moment, the more normal he acted, the more abnormal she felt.
Given the uproar online, one had to have an incredibly strong mentality to remain truly unfazed.
Moreover, losing a competition was something no one could truly be indifferent about.
Lin Jing gripped her chopsticks, staring at Sheng Kuang, who was listlessly peeling shrimp. She pursed her lips and poked at the disposable bowl in front of her, "Did... did you see my WeChat Moments post?"