Yu Wanwan pouted and started typing a counterattack: [It's called wet-dry separation, you hick!]
Shortly after she posted this comment, a group of netizens swarmed beneath it like locusts, making fun of her.
[Is that the wet-dry separation I'm thinking of? Learned it, learned it. I want to try it with my boyfriend on Qixi Festival.]
[Hahahaha, I can't. Sister Yu really doesn't treat netizens as outsiders; she says everything.]
[I can already imagine the tone of our Little Fish replying to this comment hhhhh.]
[This couple has great stamina. Envious.]
[I said Little Fish's new husband is highly skilled in cooking and cooking skills, didn't I? Just as I expected. (Proud)]
[Hahahaha, CEO Lu would be furious if he saw your comment.]
[Last time some netizen said that Little Fish's husband has fair hands with clear veins, indicating kidney deficiency. Now they've been slapped in the face.]
[I seriously suspect that comment was posted by CEO Lu using a burner account. (Dog emoji)]
[You city folks sure know how to have fun. (Peeking)]
[Why does this comment have so many replies? What exactly is wet-dry separation? Can someone enlighten me? (Question mark)]
...
Looking at these playful replies, she couldn't help but marvel at the internet: as soon as the topic gets dirty, netizens forget their tough childhoods, gender conflicts disappear, and regional discrimination vanishes. So harmonious!
Just as she was about to put down her phone, Zhang Jingxu, whose stomach had eased a bit after the porridge, suddenly turned over and asked with a thirst for knowledge: "What does 'wet-dry separation' mean?"
"!" Hearing this, Yu Wanwan's expression turned as if she had seen a ghost as she turned to look at him.
Oh no, she was too busy having fun and forgot he could read the comments.
Yu Wanwan blinked her innocent big eyes at him. From his expression, she couldn't tell whether he really didn't know or was pretending.
After thinking for a moment, she decided not to bother explaining and simply brushed him off: "It's industry jargon. You wouldn't understand."
Then, feeling guilty, she turned over and pulled the blanket up.
Watching her strangely guilty and somewhat shy actions, Zhang Jingxu paused thoughtfully for a few seconds. Suddenly, as if realizing something, the corners of his mouth lifted imperceptibly, and he turned over to sleep with a contented expression.
Early Monday morning, the two checked out at the front desk, ending their 3-day, 2-night resort trip.
Leaving the hotel, the family driver was already waiting in the driver's seat.
In the car on the way back, Yu Wanwan looked out the window at the rapidly receding scenery. In the distance, the glow of the city approached like a realistic filter, slowly filtering out the overly splendid, unreal bubbles of the resort.
The man beside her had been in a video conference since getting in the car. His low, serious voice was a world apart from the guy who had "outperformed" at Magpie Bridge last night.
Yu Wanwan stole a glance at him. His side profile was sharp, and his focused expression had an undeniable aura. She quickly turned her head back, and the ripples warmed by the fireworks and "confession" quietly tightened.
...
Back home, Yu Wanwan immediately dove into her room, eager to start organizing the footage.
She moved the mouse, carefully watching the material from the past two days. As she watched, her heart couldn't help but feel a bit sweet. She suddenly felt that the two in the footage really did look like a close, newlywed couple.
If the unedited footage already looked so real, wouldn't the edited version be even more real?
Yu Wanwan was secretly delighted. The traffic for this video was guaranteed.
The computer screen was playing the scene where the two fell into the hot spring pool together. She had thought that because of her slippery foot, not much usable footage was captured, but everything had been recorded by the camera set up on the shore.
She unconsciously dragged the progress bar and paused the frame on Zhang Jingxu surfacing from the water.
Yu Wanwan enlarged the picture and began to admire, as if no one else was present, the "beautiful man emerging from the bath" that she hadn't fully seen that day.
His thin, paper-like shirt, soaked with water, clung tightly to his abdomen, faintly outlining his abdominal muscles. Yu Wanwan bit her lip and began counting on the computer screen with her index finger.
"One, two, three, three, five, six, seven..."
Yu Wanwan suddenly realized that Zhang Jingxu's body held a fatal allure for her.
Whether it was his physique, his hairstyle, or even the aura he exuded, it perfectly matched the male ideal she had fantasized about in her youth.
Yu Wanwan had never told him, and didn't dare to tell him, that on the day they reunited, she had felt the urge to sleep with him.
She didn't care whether she would develop feelings for Zhang Jingxu in the future, but... she was very eager to sleep with him before their marriage deal ended.
Thinking of this, Yu Wanwan opened her phone and found from WeChat the 2D character design of Zhang Jingxu that she hadn't had time to appreciate yet.
The kitchen scene in the picture was almost a 1:1 restoration of the actual scene. The character was drawn tall and straight by the artist, truly the work of a master.
As she admired the painting, Yu Wanwan marveled that her best friend was indeed a genius with extraordinary painting talent.
With just one picture and a few descriptions, she had captured the feeling Yu Wanwan wanted.
But as she admired it, Yu Wanwan suddenly realized with horror: if she put this behavior on the internet, would it be called the male gaze?
No, it should be the female gaze.
She was having a physical impulse toward her business partner.
She was truly damnable.
Yu Wanwan clenched her fist and continued playing the next clip.
The next clip was of Zhang Jingxu helping her take out her contact lenses in the hot spring. Yu Wanwan tilted her head up, and the man slightly lowered his chin. From the camera's angle, it looked exactly like they were kissing.