As expected, just as Shi Su finished speaking, the RV next to them drove away directly. Chu Jiu looked out in surprise: "Wow, Shi Su, you’re a fortune teller." Shi Su showed little expression: "Let’s go as well." Dealing with such a spoiled and irritable young lady’s temperament, she truly had enough experience. Compared to Xia Yilin, who is far less vicious than Shi Yunyin, who set fire to burn her own sister alive for fame and love. It was past eleven at night when Shi Su pushed open the door to her home. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel•fire.net Mianmian was staying at the kindergarten again today because the night shooting made it impossible for her to get back to take care of her child. Exhausted from a long day, she was covered in sweat and couldn’t sleep without a shower. She hesitated for a moment at the master bedroom door, knowing Ji Han must already be asleep at this hour. It wouldn’t be good to wake him, but should she just go in and shower? After weighing the pros and cons for a while, she was still defeated by the sweat, tiptoeing inside. Seeing that Ji Han was indeed asleep, she quickly tiptoed to the bathroom, went in, turned on the light, and locked the bathroom door. She thought her actions were light enough not to wake him. Jing Jihan, however, had already woken up the moment she pushed open the door, as he was a light sleeper. Hearing Shi Su trying to take a shower without waking him, the water sound from the bathroom eccentrically reminded Jing Jihan of Shi Mianmian’s question: "Siri, what does ’up to something’ mean?" The scene of Shi Su suddenly falling onto him at the bathroom door flashed before his eyes. He instinctively held her at that moment. At the time, her towel completely fell apart. That was Jing Jihan’s first closest encounter with a woman. Except for five years ago, that absurd, confusing, and chaotic night of which he still couldn’t recall the complete details. Thinking about Shi Su was fine; after all, she was right there, Shi Mianmian wasn’t home, it was the middle of the night, alone man and woman, and the one inside just went directly to shower. He didn’t like being disturbed by women, but that didn’t mean he was a saint. How could that night from five years ago, which he would never mention to anyone, suddenly pop into his mind? Jing Jihan got up to the living room, poured himself a glass of cold water. Suddenly, a strange noise came from the bedroom, "thump... thump... bang... bang..." Jing Jihan heard it, walked back to the bedroom, saw the bathroom door was still closed, and the sound came from inside. "Thump... bang... thump thump..." He walked over and knocked on the bathroom door: "Shi Su?" It was silent inside for a few seconds, then the door suddenly opened before him. Shi Su appeared already showered, changed into pajamas, holding a slipper in her hand, looking at him in surprise: "Ah, you’re awake? Was the sound of me hitting a cockroach too loud?" Seeing Shi Su holding a slipper with such a mighty demeanor. Jing Jihan: "...You were hitting a cockroach?" "Yes." Shi Su looked unfazed: "Our place is in an old neighborhood, the main water pipes in the corridor are old, no matter how clean the house is, it’s inevitable for cockroaches to crawl in during the summer-autumn transition. Should I just keep them instead of killing them?" After speaking, she simply returned to the bathroom to wash the slipper clean, then walked out of the bathroom, passed by him, waving her hand without turning back: "I’m going to sleep, I have a shoot tomorrow afternoon, finally don’t have to get up early, don’t wake me before eleven in the morning, if I don’t sleep well, I’ll just drop dead of exhaustion!" Jing Jihan stood in front of the bathroom door, took a glance inside, and saw in the corner of the wastebasket lay a thoroughly squashed cockroach corpse.