He continued: "Although your phone is waterproof, soaking it in hot spring water like that will still damage it."
Hearing this, Yu Wanwan quickly raised the hand holding the phone out of the water.
Perhaps realizing he should ease the atmosphere, Zhang Jingxu started talking more: "Have you finished filming today's material?"
"Yes... I'm done."
"Oh." Zhang Jingxu nodded.
Silence once again filled the air.
Thinking he might be at a loss for words, Yu Wanwan picked up the dropped topic. She brushed her side ponytail that had shifted to the back to the front and said casually, "Um, this is so boring. Want to play Truth or Dare with me?"
Without much thought, Zhang Jingxu agreed.
Yu Wanwan took the opportunity to say, "Come a bit closer. We're so far apart, our voices are echoing."
He obediently did so, and the two finally closed the distance, standing side by side at the edge of the hot spring.
Yu Wanwan proposed first: "Rock, paper, scissors. The winner can ask the loser a truth or dare."
The game began. In the first round, Yu Wanwan won, and Zhang Jingxu chose truth.
Yu Wanwan looked smug, thought for a moment, then flashed a wicked smile and asked in a gossipy tone, "Have you ever slept with someone?"
Caught off guard by such a direct question, Zhang Jingxu was momentarily stunned before replying honestly, "No."
"Really?" She looked at him meaningfully, as if trying to see through him.
"Why would I lie?" Zhang Jingxu countered, "What about you? You've dated so many times since college. Have you ever slept with someone?"
Yu Wanwan turned away proudly. "Why should I tell you? I didn't lose."
They started the second round.
Again, Yu Wanwan won, and Zhang Jingxu chose truth.
Yu Wanwan lightly traced the rim of her glass with her fingers and asked tentatively, "What do you think is the biggest difference between us and truly loving couples?"
After finishing, she subtly glanced at his expression.
Zhang Jingxu stared thoughtfully for a long time before answering, "The biggest difference... should be certainty. For loving couples, they constantly need to confirm whether the other person still loves them, leading to emotional fluctuations. But the reason we got married was a cooperative arrangement from the start, so we don't have to worry about the other suddenly falling out of love or passion fading."
Hearing his impartial answer, Yu Wanwan inexplicably felt bitter. She had actually wanted to test his attitude because of her best friend's earlier remark about "keeping good fortune within the family." But unexpectedly, this question only confirmed that there was no possibility of them being together in this lifetime.
So he really only saw this marriage as a transaction and cooperation.
Yu Wanwan suddenly regretted asking. Knowing he couldn't possibly like her, she had humiliated herself by probing.
She turned her face away, feeling downcast, and let out a soft "Mm."
Zhang Jingxu keenly caught her sudden low spirits and was about to ask when Yu Wanwan hurriedly started the third round.
This time, Zhang Jingxu finally won, and Yu Wanwan also chose truth.
She took a sip of the blue Margarita that perfectly matched the night and said nonchalantly, "Go ahead."
Zhang Jingxu pondered seriously and asked, "If you didn't have that unlucky husband-killing fate, and could marry any man you wanted, what would your ideal type be?"
"Hmm..." She had expected him to use this round to ask a private question to retaliate, but instead, his question was surprisingly harmless.
Yu Wanwan tilted her head, thought carefully, and then said, "The God of Wealth."
"Huh?" Zhang Jingxu was confused.
What the heck?
Yu Wanwan repeated, "I said, my ideal type should be like the God of Wealth, who can give me endless wealth. Is there a problem?"
"...No problem." Zhang Jingxu twitched his mouth, momentarily speechless.
Such an abstract answer—abstract enough that he couldn't refute it.
Yu Wanwan's gaze slowly shifted to him. Her lashes fluttered lightly, and the steam rising from the hot spring made her look at him with a slightly dreamy expression.
She actually wanted to say that the God of Wealth wasn't her ideal type; he was. After all, although the God of Wealth was rich, he was old. She was greedy—she wanted both endless wealth and a young, strong body and a handsome face.
His appearance and that eerie, almost cheat-like good luck perfectly matched her ideal type.
But after that probing just now, Yu Wanwan understood that he didn't like her, so she decided not to humiliate herself twice.
Still, she was just infatuated with his looks, so after knowing the answer, she wasn't too sad.
In the fourth round, Zhang Jingxu won again.
Unsurprisingly, it was truth again.
Zhang Jingxu asked, "What kind of person do you want to become in the future?"
Thinking of how Yu Wanwan had majored in law in college, he added, "For example, a great lawyer or an artist?"
Without hesitation, Yu Wanwan answered, "Buddha."
Zhang Jingxu: "?"
"If it's possible," she said, "I want to become someone like Buddha in the future."
Zhang Jingxu's face was full of confusion. So shocked was he that even his voice became ethereal. "Why?"