You Mingxu didn't know what he was laughing about or what was on his mind, but a hint of sweetness was secretly rising in her heart. Sometimes he wasn't as profound as she had originally thought, she mused. Sometimes, he resembled You Yingjun quite a bit. He just didn't show it easily.
"When did you learn to cook?" she asked.
The smile on Yin Feng's face faded slightly as he replied, "High school."
High school?
This person had been a steady academic achiever back then and later even got into Peking University. Wasn't his family's financial situation quite good? Even if his parents were often abroad, it shouldn't have come to him having to cook for himself, right?
You Mingxu suppressed her doubts, thinking she'd look deeper into his family background when she had time later.
After the meal, Yin Feng said, "Come to my bedroom."
You Mingxu glanced at him. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and said with a half-smile, "What, you think I'm going to eat you? There's something we need to do."
That was true. She could easily overpower ten Yin Fengs. Just look at Luo Yu as reference.
Yin Feng's bedroom was also super large. He had her sit on the sofa by the window, then took her hand and examined it.
You Mingxu: "What are you doing?"
Yin Feng hooked a footstool over with his foot and sat down beside her. From a nearby drawer, he pulled out a small kit that surprisingly contained nail clippers and similar tools.
You Mingxu's fingers were very clean, but her nails had grown a bit long. She pulled her hand back and looked at him speechlessly. Yet his expression remained calm as he grabbed her hand again, held her thumb, and began meticulously trimming her nails.
You Mingxu: "..."
She watched him for a while as he finished one finger and moved to the next. The trimmed nails were smooth and neatly rounded.
"When did you start enjoying doing this?" she asked.
He smiled and said, "Satisfied?"
"Not bad."
After all ten fingers were trimmed, You Mingxu held up her hands to examine them, thinking to herself that this guy really was like a lunatic. But he had already walked to the doorway and called out loudly, "Guan Jun!"
Guan Jun walked in unhurriedly, carrying a toolbox whose contents were unknown.
You Mingxu watched him without saying a word. Suddenly, Yin Feng grasped one of her hands and presented it to Guan Jun.
Guan Jun smiled: "Can I touch it? Should I wear gloves?"
Yin Feng said, "Wear them."
Guan Jun pulled a pair of thin gloves from his pocket and put them on before taking You Mingxu's hand. He opened the toolbox, took out a bottle of what looked like nail polish, and began applying it to her nails.
You Mingxu: "..."
Yin Feng's eyes sparkled with amusement.
You Mingxu didn't know what game they were playing, but she patiently waited. After Guan Jun finished applying the first coat, he took out another bottle and applied a second layer. Then, using tweezers, he retrieved an extremely thin gray sheet from the box and placed it over her thumbnail.
You Mingxu: "What is this?"
"Signal transmitter," Yin Feng answered.
Guan Jun's craftsmanship was indeed excellent - the thin sheet adhered almost seamlessly. You Mingxu thought to herself that geniuses were truly geniuses, mastering whatever they did. This was even better than what those street phone film applicators could do.
Guan Jun then took out a bottle of red nail polish-like substance and continued applying another coat.
You Mingxu: "And what's this?"
Guan Jun: "Nail polish."
After finishing all five fingers on one hand, Guan Jun moved to the other side to work on her other hand, saying cheerfully, "One transmitter per hand. In case one hand gets chopped off, you'll have a backup."
You Mingxu lifted her eyelids: "Thanks for that."She had been staring at Guan Jun working on her other hand when she finally realized that the already polished hand was still being held by Yin Feng. She turned her head and saw him treating her hand like some kind of plaything—pinching it, turning it over and over, stroking and toying with it absentmindedly, his gaze both lazy and captivated.
You Mingxu pulled her hand back.
He smiled, unbothered, looking thoroughly satisfied with his earlier indulgence.
Once both hands were finished, You Mingxu knew this was high-quality work and nodded to Guan Jun. "Thanks."
Guan Jun chuckled and said to Yin Feng, "Don’t let her move around too much until the chips are firmly set. Help her blow on them to dry faster—but don’t go putting them in your mouth." With that, he left, closing the door behind him.
Only You Mingxu and Yin Feng remained, their eyes meeting.
You Mingxu tilted her head away from him, raising her fingers to blow on them herself. Unexpectedly, he leaned in and gently blew a few puffs as well. She tried to avoid him, but he playfully persisted. After a brief back-and-forth, he laughed. You Mingxu deliberately held back her smile, but suddenly he darted forward and planted a kiss on her slightly pouted red lips.
You Mingxu’s nails brushed against his clothes, and she quickly exclaimed, "Move back! My nails!"
He said, "Quick, raise your hands."
Instinctively, she stretched out both hands. Yin Feng grinned, wrapped his arms around her waist, and captured her lips without any hindrance.
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