You Mingxu couldn’t tell what he was smiling about or what he was thinking, but she felt a subtle sweetness creeping into her heart. Sometimes he wasn’t as inscrutable as she had initially thought. Sometimes, she reflected, he was quite like You Yingjun. He just rarely showed it.

“When did you learn to cook?” she asked.

Yin Feng’s smile faded slightly as he answered, “In high school.”

High school?

He had been a top student then, later getting into Peking University. Wasn’t his family financially well-off? Even with his parents often abroad, surely he hadn’t needed to cook for himself?

You Mingxu suppressed her curiosity, planning to learn more about his family background when she had the chance.

After dinner, Yin Feng said, “Come to my room.”

You Mingxu glanced at him. He put an arm around her shoulders, saying with a half-smile, “I’m not going to eat you. There’s something I need to show you.”

That was true. She could handle ten Yin Fengs. Just look at how she handled Luo Yu.

Yin Feng’s bedroom was enormous. 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 with his toe, sat down beside her, and pulled out a small set of tools from a nearby drawer—nail care implements.

You Mingxu’s fingers were clean, but her nails had grown a bit long. She pulled her hand back, looking at him speechlessly. But his expression remained serene as he took her hand again, held her thumb, and began carefully 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 perfectly rounded and smooth.

“Since when do you enjoy doing this?” she asked.

He smiled and said, “Satisfied?”

“It’s fine.”

After finishing all ten fingers, You Mingxu held up her hands to look, thinking he was truly peculiar. He had already walked to the door and called out, “Champion.”

Champion strolled in unhurriedly, carrying a toolbox with unknown contents.

You Mingxu watched silently. Suddenly, Yin Feng grabbed one of her hands and held it out to Champion.

Champion smiled, “May I touch it? Should I wear gloves?”

Yin Feng said, “Wear them.”

Champion pulled on a pair of thin gloves from his pocket before taking You Mingxu’s hand. He opened his toolbox took out something like nail polish and began applying it.

You Mingxu: “…”

Yin Feng’s eyes sparkled with amusement.

You Mingxu didn’t know what game they were playing but waited patiently. Champion finished the first layer, took out another bottle for a second coat, then used tweezers to retrieve an extremely thin gray film from the box and placed it on her thumbnail.

You Mingxu: “What’s that?”

“A signal transmitter,” Yin Feng answered.

Champion’s skill was indeed impressive—the film adhered perfectly without any gaps. You Mingxu thought to herself that genius showed itself in any field; his technique was even better than professional screen protector installers.

Champion then took out a bottle of red polish-like liquid and applied another layer.

You Mingxu: “And what’s that?”

Champion: “Nail polish.”

After finishing five fingers, Champion moved to the other side to work on her other hand, grinning as he said, “One device per hand. If one hand gets cut off, we still have a backup.”

You Mingxu raised an eyebrow: “Thanks a lot.”

She kept watching Champion work on her other hand, only realizing after a while that Yin Feng was still holding her finished hand. She turned back to see him playing with it like a precious toy, turning it over and caressing it with an expression both lazy and entranced.

You Mingxu pulled her hand away.

He smiled, unbothered, looking like he’d had his fill of touching.

With both hands done, You Mingxu knew these were valuable tools and nodded to Champion: “Thanks.”

Champion grinned and told Yin Feng, “Don’t let her move them around yet, wait for the chips to set properly. Help her blow on them—they’ll dry faster. But no moisture.” He left, closing the door behind him.

You Mingxu and Yin Feng were left looking at each other.

You Mingxu turned away, lifting her fingers to blow on them herself. Unexpectedly, he leaned in and gently blew on them too. When she tried to dodge, he playfully followed. After teasing her for a moment, he smiled. You Mingxu deliberately held back her smile, then suddenly he darted forward and pecked her slightly pouting lips.

You Mingxu’s nails brushed against his clothes, and she quickly exclaimed, “Move back! My nails!”

He said, “Quick, raise your hands.”

You Mingxu reflexively raised both hands, making Yin Feng laugh as he hugged her waist and captured her lips again.