"I used to think Young Master Jiang was only interested in figures like Zhou Yu's."
A dinner filled with an ambiguous atmosphere and heightened emotions.
As soon as they returned to the hotel, Li Xingying proactively clung to Jiang Beicheng, eager to get intimate with him.
With a slight shrug of her shoulders, her gray wool coat fell to the floor.
She embraced Jiang Beicheng and whispered in his ear, "Why hasn't Young Master Jiang said anything? I'm already thinking…"
She didn't finish the sentence.
But her coy demeanor said it all.
She was so eager.
A woman's initiative is what men love most.
Li Xingying's current state made Jiang Beicheng feel an even stronger sense of comfort.
Kissing her lips, he teased, "What are you thinking?"
Li Xingying kissed Jiang Beicheng's lips. "Young Master Jiang, you've got my heart all flustered.
The little devil inside me has come out."
Little Miss Li had completely unleashed her true nature.
She was showing her contrasting side.
Jiang Beicheng carried her to the sofa. "Where's your restraint?"
Li Xingying took off her high-neck sweater herself and whispered, "There are no ladies in bed."
She leaned down to kiss the base of Jiang Beicheng's ear.
Little Miss Li wasn't exactly little.
She just couldn't compare to Zhou Yu.
Her touch was still quite nice.
Of course, what Jiang Beicheng couldn't stop thinking about was her long legs.
Her cool, fair skin was like a stacked buff.
Shorts, sheer black stockings… peeling them off bit by bit was like peeling a winter daikon radish—crystal clear, snow-white, and unblemished before his eyes.
Crisp and refreshing to the taste.
"Open the door!"
"Close the door!"
"Hahaha, closed again."
"…"
Li Xingying lay on the bed, turning into a playful little girl, childish and cute.
But her eyes and lips betrayed the "desire" in her heart.
"Young Master Jiang, you're even rougher than I imagined," Li Xingying said, propping herself up on the bed with both hands.
Jiang Beicheng laughed. "That phrase you just said has a second half: there are no gentlemen in bed."
[Smile +1]
[Smile Count: 7/10]
…
In the morning, Jiang Beicheng was awakened by the sound of running water from the bathroom.
Li Xingying was showering with the door open.
Jiang Beicheng got up and walked into the bathroom.
"Did I wake you, Young Master Jiang?" Li Xingying asked, picking up a towel to dry herself.
Jiang Beicheng lazily leaned on her shoulder.
Li Xingying looked at the "honest" reflection of the two of them in the mirror and covered her mouth with a smile.
"A world-famous painting," Jiang Beicheng described.
"Young Master Jiang has an artistic soul," Li Xingying said, turning to kiss his lips. "I'm beyond satisfied."
Jiang Beicheng rubbed his chin against her fragrant shoulder. "Satisfied with what exactly?"
"Hmm? Afternoon tea, dinner, the scenery~" Li Xingying teased playfully, deliberately leaving out what Jiang Beicheng wanted to hear.
"Oh, really?" Jiang Beicheng said with a mock threat. "If that's the case, we've got some business to take care of this morning."
Li Xingying quickly fled the bathroom, laughing as she turned back to make a heart gesture at Jiang Beicheng. "The most satisfying part was, of course, Young Master Jiang's love last night.
So full of affection."
Jiang Beicheng joked, "The 'affection' with three drops of water in it?"
"Young Master Jiang, that one's pronounced 'liquid'!" Li Xingying laughed as she ran to get dressed and put on makeup.
After getting ready, the two had breakfast at the hotel.
The day's schedule was relaxed.
They wandered around downtown Queenstown, savoring local cuisine and soaking in the local culture.
They strolled along the scenic trail by Lake Wakatipu, enjoying the leisurely afternoon.
Pausing by the lakeside, they listened to the singing and accordion music of street artists.
The sound of a century-old steamship's engine occasionally echoed.
Here, humanity and nature, technology and scenery, blended harmoniously.
"I love this carefree feeling, tasting nature," Li Xingying said, filming a video with her gimbal camera. "My mind is bursting with words right now."
"Creative inspiration flowing, huh? This video's going to be a hit," Jiang Beicheng encouraged.
"Young Master Jiang said it, so I'm wishing for my followers to break a million," Li Xingying said expectantly.
Jiang Beicheng helped her shoot a lot of videos, occasionally acting as her cameraman, until the sun set and the most beautiful scene appeared: a pianist by the lake dancing with seagulls.
An elderly artist played an old Steinway piano, with seagulls circling above his head, occasionally landing on his shoulder or the piano in an intimate moment.
The sunset was like a vintage film camera, casting its final beam of light on them, capturing a breathtaking moment.
Beautiful things always bring joy to the heart.
After filming the last stunning scene, Li Xingying and Jiang Beicheng returned to the hotel.
After dinner, Li Xingying got busy editing her video.
"Still not done?"
Jiang Beicheng asked with concern after coming out of the shower.
"It'll take a bit longer. Young Master Jiang, you rest first."
She stood up, hugged Jiang Beicheng, and gave him a deep goodnight kiss.
Jiang Beicheng didn't disturb her further and lay down to rest. Tomorrow's schedule would be physically demanding.
They were driving to Mount Cook and then hiking the Tasman Glacier.
After finishing her video, Li Xingying climbed into bed and curled up in Jiang Beicheng's arms.
Her sleep was light.
She couldn't stop thinking about how the video she just posted would perform.
She was definitely hoping it would go viral, but she wasn't confident.
She wanted to check but convinced herself to wait.
This conflicted emotion kept her awake until dawn.
When she woke up, it was almost noon, and she saw Jiang Beicheng sitting in the courtyard drinking coffee.
"Oh no, oh no."
She rushed out to apologize to Jiang Beicheng. "Young Master Jiang, I… I… I overslept."
She stammered and acted coy.
"Besides my mom, I've never seen a woman with such a strong career drive," Jiang Beicheng said, guessing she must have worked late. He didn't blame her and glanced at the time. "The last helicopter to the Tasman Glacier from Mount Cook is at 3 p.m.
You still have time to get ready.
Don't forget to eat something."
"Thank you, Young Master Jiang." Li Xingying leaned down and kissed his cheek. "I'll get ready. I won't make you wait too long."
She ran a few steps back, and Jiang Beicheng called out, "By the way, your video from last night is doing pretty well."
Li Xingying froze for a moment. "Right, right, the video!"
She finally snapped out of it.
She rushed to check the video's stats.
Views: 5.6 million.
Likes: 150,000.
Comments: 1,968.
Shares: 2,350.
Seeing these numbers, Li Xingying was overjoyed. This wasn't just "pretty good"—it was amazing.
Her travel videos hadn't gotten over 100,000 likes in nearly two months.
The numbers would probably keep climbing in the next few days.
She opened the comments section and skimmed through. Most were full of praise and encouragement.
Li Xingying squatted on the ground, clutching her phone, tilting her head slightly, letting the emotions build before letting out a loud, excited shout.
Jiang Beicheng looked back at her, and she waved awkwardly with a smile.
Jiang Beicheng shook his head, unable to fully understand the joy her career brought her, but he didn't need to.
Traveling together, as long as they were both happy, was the most comfortable state. As for where they found their joy, that varied from person to person, and Jiang Beicheng wouldn't judge.
At 1 p.m., they left the Carlin Boutique Hotel and drove an hour and a half to the Mount Cook airstrip.
Jiang Beicheng had originally planned to hike up the glacier, but at this hour, they could only take a helicopter.
The Tasman Glacier is the longest glacier in the world outside the polar regions.
Hiking the Tasman Glacier, including helicopter transport, sightseeing fees, and guide costs, came to over 4,000 per person.
They had to descend by 6 p.m., meaning about 4,000 for three hours of service per person.