After the succubus became a fake young master that everyone disliked

“Forget it!”

He firmly rejected Chi Yu’s kind offer, not wanting to see yet another educational video from the human world.

So ugly! Succubi have strict standards for beauty, and they don’t look at anything that’s unattractive.

Moreover, intimate matters are innate knowledge for succubi and don’t require deliberate learning.

Jiang Yucheng lay down beside him, pulling the blanket back over him.

“Cover up.”

He was somewhat unwilling and wanted to kick the blanket off again, but Jiang Yucheng had already anticipated this and had taken precautions, so his attempt was unsuccessful.

“Go to sleep.”

“Stay away from me.”

“Then go to sleep.”

“Got it.”

This recording was indeed much more comfortable compared to that in country F; at least there was no need to rush to various task checkpoints required by the production team.

Old Man Gan Heyu took care of all the guests’ three meals a day, though he didn’t involve himself in other household chores.

Even so, everyone’s impression of him improved visibly. After all, in a place without restaurants or takeout, having someone cook for you is a blessing!

In this snowy season, curled up in a comfortably warm house, one would want to sleep for ten days and nights without stepping outside.

But they weren’t really here for a vacation; the show had to keep viewers engaged, so despite their desire to lounge in their rooms, they still forced themselves to sit around the dining table, generating topics for the production team.

Shen Yixing and An Boqing seemed to have improved their relationship through communication, no longer as tense as before.

Sitting together playing games, perhaps encountering unfriendly teammates, both were muttering under their breath, with Shen Yixing’s brows furrowed in frustration.

“This person… Can’t they play, they’re stealing my minions!” An Boqing swallowed his curse.

“The jungler is just wandering around, disappears during team fights,” Shen Yixing gritted his teeth in complaint.

“Don’t let the support steal the kills,” An Boqing reminded him.

“Supports can’t get kills?” Shen Yixing countered, “Without gold, I get the kills to support you.”

Chi Jing carried a cup of water and walked past them, sitting down opposite Lou Yiwen.

Lou Yiwen was teaching fans how to knit a scarf and didn’t even glance at him when he sat down.

Not far away, Ou’er Bai waved at him, “Come chat with me.”

He moved to a chair closer to her, sitting sideways with his leg crossed and his elbow resting on the chair’s back.

“Help me record a short video later.”

He didn’t mind and replied, “Sure.”

But when he and she faced the phone’s front camera together, Chi Jing pointed at the cat ears that kept swaying on the screen and asked, “What is this?”

Ou’er Bai, with a matter-of-fact expression, replied, “It’s a beauty filter effect.”

Chi Jing stared at the screen for a while and complained, “It looks terrible.”

She carefully examined the screen and nodded, “It seems to make you look worse.”

His face was just right in terms of shape and features, but the beauty filter made him less visually stunning compared to direct observation.

She turned off the beauty filter and tried several poses with him before reluctantly letting him go.

“You’re really good-looking; the creator must be biased,” she pouted, continuously replaying the video.

Lou Yiwen looked up and said, “If that statement were processed by a marketing account, it could create ten videos about you causing appearance anxiety.”

Succubi are favored by the creator, but for ordinary people, to have such favor, one would need not only good genetics but also a lucky genetic lottery.

And because it’s called a genetic lottery, it’s hard to come by.

Ou’er Bai covered her mouth and carefully adjusted the camera’s position.

Chi Jing slowly walked into the kitchen.

In the open kitchen, Jiang Yucheng was helping Gan He yu with cooking.

On the wooden counter, the knife was rhythmically chopping pork mince, while a pan nearby was stir-frying spicy peppers and meat.

Chi Jing didn’t know where the production team had found so many vegetables suitable for stir-frying, but the whole restaurant was filled with the aroma of the dishes.

Gan Heyu noticed him entering and directed him to wash vegetables.

The sink was right next to Jiang Yucheng, and in a moment, Chi Jing was right next to him again.

“How’s your health?” Jiang Yucheng asked quietly, concerned about his condition.

Chi Jing lazily washed the tomatoes Gan Heyu had given him.

“Okay.”

Due to his nearing maturation period, he had been increasingly fatigued lately, but everyone thought it was just a residual effect from his previous high fever.

“The next recording will be at the end of August.”

It was postponed by more than half a month from the director’s original schedule. It seemed Jiang Yucheng had given the director enough incentives to agree to push back the filming date.

Today was the last day of filming. After some games, everyone sat together and played Truth or Dare.

Chi Jing, somewhat dazed, lost in the first round.

The winner was An Boqing, who asked, “Truth or dare?”

Chi Jing didn’t want to move, so he chose truth.

An Boqing’s eyes twirled, and he smiled, “Chi Jing, do you have someone you like?”

Someone he likes…

His already slow-moving brain turned even slower, and he subconsciously glanced at Jiang Yucheng, who was staring down at the table, apparently lost in thought or not noticing An Boqing’s question.

What is love? It’s too distant for succubi.

He regretted his choice; he would have preferred dare—he could easily wiggle his hips in front of the camera if needed.

“Chi Jing?” An Boqing smiled even more broadly, “Is it really that hard to answer?”

He cleared his throat and answered honestly, “I’m not sure.”

An Boqing pretended not to understand, “What’s uncertain? Liking someone means liking them, not liking means not liking.”

“Because it’s still in the ambiguous stage.” he knew An Boqing was deliberately targeting him, perhaps worried that his own popularity might be overshadowed by Chi Jing’s answer when the show aired.

But since he had entered the entertainment industry merely to make a living and no longer needed to do so, he wasn’t concerned about whether his answer would affect his career.

“Have you ever had such an experience?” Chi Jing, half-closed his eyes in a lazy manner, which actually added a sense of casual charm, like a well-fed cat stretching lazily after a nap.

An Boqing hadn’t expected him to be so straightforward, “Ambiguous experience?”

Chi Jing nodded lazily.

An Boqing: “……No.”

“Does that answer the question?” Chi Jing tapped his hand on the table, “I’m not sure if I like him, or if I will like him in the future.”

Surprised that Chi Jing revealed so much so quickly, An Boqing inwardly cursed him for being thoughtless but wanted to provoke him further.

However, just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt a cold and sharp gaze assessing him.

He trembled and looked in the direction of the gaze, only to see Jiang Yucheng’s warning eyes.

He immediately fell silent.

Lou Yiwen maintained the atmosphere with a smile and began the second round of the game.

In the second round, the loser was Jiang Yucheng, and the winner was Ou’er Bai.

Seeing that Jiang Yucheng was the loser, Ou’er Bai, who had initially shown little interest, became enthusiastic, “Jiang, truth or dare?”

Jiang Yucheng glanced at Chi Jing and said, “Hmm, truth.”

She nodded and asked, as if the question had been prepared in advance.

“Then, do you have someone you like? Or what type of person do you like?”

“I do.”

The room fell silent as everyone was taken aback by his prompt response.

Even Gan Heyu, who had been silent, looked at him in surprise: “You have someone you like? Who is it? Is it someone’s junior? Do I know them?”

Jiang Yucheng: “Yes, you know.”

Ou’er Bai: “Then… Can you tell us what type you like?”

“I don’t have a type; I just like him.”

Lou Yiwen: “It seems Jiang is deeply in love. Congratulations on finding true love.”

Jiang Yucheng: “Thank you.”

An Boqing’s face turned pale as he swallowed repeatedly.

Others might not have noticed, but he had clearly seen that Jiang Yucheng’s gaze was full of tender affection for Chi Jing. Those eyes, often praised as a masterpiece of the creator, were overflowing with love.

Jiang Yucheng liked Chi Jing, but Chi Jing might not necessarily like him.

An Boqing recalled his earlier provoking question and felt uneasy, clenching his fists.

The game wasn’t over after just these two rounds, but Chi Jing could barely remember what happened next.

Later that night, as Jiang Yucheng passed by Chi Jing’s room, the closed door suddenly opened from the inside.

Chi Jing leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, the weak warm yellow light from the street lamp outside casting a soft glow on the room, with snowflakes dancing in the light.

Jiang Yucheng stopped: “Waiting for me?”

“Of course,” Chi Jing teased, nudging his leg, “Do you like me?”

Jiang Yucheng looked at him with calm composure: “That’s why I’m here.”

“Not allowed.”

“Allowed.”

“And the answer?”

“I like you.”

Chi Jing: “…”

Jiang Yucheng approached him, guiding him into the room and closing the door behind them.

“Nothing else you want to say?” Jiang Yucheng leaned against the door, and in front of him, Chi Jing leaned his full weight on him.

“No, guessed it already,” he yawned, “I’m tired.”

He had already taken a shower and was in his pajamas, waiting just to hear a definitive answer from him.

Jiang Yucheng ran his hand through his hair and gently brushed his lips against his nose.

“Goodnight.”

“…” Chi Jing closed his eyes, “Goodnight.”