How Can It Be You!

Inside the room, Fang Zhou was watching a drama out of sheer boredom, the latest remake of a Jin Yong martial arts series.

The casting was disappointing, not faithful to the original, especially the lead roles, making it hard to watch.

For a purist like Fang Zhou, watching this was akin to torture.

Yet, for this reason, he forced himself to watch.

Once back, he planned to make a video critique, gaining some views.

Fang Zhou had considered his future; gaming streams weren’t sustainable, and transitioning was necessary.

Film critique was a promising path, potentially attracting a large audience.

Engrossed in the show, the screen suddenly went black, the room plunged into darkness, reverting to the little dark room.

Fang Zhou was puzzled, wondering if there was a power outage, when sounds came from the door.

“You’re here, can you check if the power’s out?

The TV lost its picture, and there’s no light here, not sure what’s wrong.”

Fang Zhou naturally explained, thinking Qiao Sisi would resolve it.

After all, without power, enduring the long winter in this highland area would be difficult.

Did this mean he might have a chance to go out?

The thought made Fang Zhou’s heart leap, lifting his spirits.

His tone involuntarily rose with excitement.

“If there’s a power outage, repairs might take a while. Should we move somewhere else?”

The door indeed opened, someone feeling their way in, but not responding to Fang Zhou.

He assumed it was due to the power outage, affecting Qiao Sisi’s mood, and offered reassurance.

“Power outages are normal in remote areas, unlike cities with backup power and generators.”

Fang Zhou said, reaching for the lamp on the table, still unaccustomed to the dark.

There needed to be some light for his eyes to adjust.

Just as he touched the lamp, before turning it on, a smooth hand pressed his.

Perhaps from being outside too long, the hand was cold, chilling Fang Zhou, making him shiver.

Instinctively, he lifted the hand, warming it between his own.

While warming, he couldn’t help but chide, “It’s so cold outside, why not use a hot water bottle?

With your cramps, what will you do when your period comes?”

Though his words were reproachful, the concern was evident, warming anyone’s heart.

‘Qiao Sisi’s’ body stiffened, withdrawing her hand, placing it on Fang Zhou’s face.

The smooth hand traced from his brow down, as if sculpting something delicate, sliding to his lips.

A finger traced his lip line, outlining his mouth, then pressed inside.

The cold fingers brought a novel sensation, making Fang Zhou feel like prey under a predator’s gaze.

Such direct and intimate actions were hard not to misinterpret.

Fang Zhou frowned, unaccustomed to the straightforwardness.

Usually, Qiao Sisi took her time, not rushing in.

He turned his head, letting her fingers slide to his cheek.

“What’s with you today? You seem different.”

In the dark, Fang Zhou could only see a vague silhouette, unable to discern clothes, features, or expressions.

He couldn’t gauge Qiao Sisi’s thoughts or predict her next move.

This uncertainty brought unease.

Soon, her actions revealed her intentions.

Hands firmly grasped Fang Zhou’s head, holding him still.

Then something soft and moist covered his mouth, like sweet, soft cotton candy.

Fang Zhou froze, surprised by the sudden kiss.

It was a familiar tactic of Qiao Sisi’s, something he’d grown used to.

But before, she always turned on the light; now, she didn’t bother.

Fang Zhou thought: Fine, you’ve learned new tricks.

Their lips met, intimacy blossoming.

A soft body fell into his arms, warm and inviting, stirring desire.

Suddenly, Fang Zhou paused, sensing something amiss.

The scent in the air wasn’t Qiao Sisi’s usual body wash or shampoo.

This gardenia fragrance was likely perfume, which Qiao Sisi never wore.

So, who was this in his arms?

Fang Zhou pushed the woman away, reaching for the lamp, flipping the switch.

Instantly, the room brightened, the light revealing the woman he’d pushed away.

Sleek, glossy black hair, large expressive eyes, and a pure, lively face—who else but Chu Xinran?

“You!”

“Xinran! How can it be you!”

Fang Zhou’s mouth gaped in shock, wide enough to fit an egg.

Who could explain why Chu Xinran was here? And why so forward!