The lively banquet ended, and when Yu Jingrong and Chengyun returned home, it was already midnight.
After taking a shower, Yu Jingrong leaned against Chengyun, still wide awake. Chengyun accompanied her, flipping through a magazine while Yu Jingrong was lost in thought. She recalled the earlier phone call from He Lingling, finding something amiss but unable to pinpoint it.
Glancing at Chengyun beside her, Yu Jingrong asked, "Chengyun, there's something I can't quite figure out. Can you help me analyze it?"
"Hmm?" Chengyun closed the magazine in his hand and placed it aside. "What's the matter? Tell me."
Yu Jingrong climbed onto Chengyun, straddling him and looking down at him, "First question, am I heavy?"
Chengyun chuckled quietly, resting his head on his hand and watching her with a suggestive expression, "Not heavy. In fact, I hope you'll often exercise in this position in the future..."
